1. |
Make Ends Meet
03:08
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Sometimes its nice to admit
Its good to have one back on the lap
If you know what I mean
Sit back til you
Tip the hat
And then you don’t
Just forget the rest
Sit back and enjoy the show
Tip toe around the bend
And every now and then
Kiss my ass
Ive forced restraining orders on my family and friends
Meet to just make ends
just to make ends meet
Someone always says something wrong
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2. |
Save My Money
03:52
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I forgot
Im in the house
And I forgot
Its like a toy that you play with half the time
And to be honest im just trying to save my money
Once again
Im in the house
And I forgot
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3. |
Fall Down Stairs
03:40
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And they pulled out nails
Hung up over ingrown hairs
This was nothing new
This happened all the time
Hes way over there
Lost in some pile of tennis shoes
He never talked again
He never walked again, no
Its just a synonym
That you’ve been swimming in
And we fall down stairs
Like ive got nothing to wear
He never talked again
He never walked again, no
Its just a synonym
That you’ve been swimming in, go.
And we fall down stairs
Ive got nothing to wear
And we fall down stairs
Like there’s blood in the air
It’s a million degrees
Somehow this castle is freezing
Mirror image in oil
As I lay with my head split open
I can see it all
From the top of the stairs
Where I pushed off
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4. |
On Repeat
04:11
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So now were living life tamper proof
Your temperputic mattress wont do you
A damn bit of good if you want it to
Your symptoms are symptoms of your curfew
Don’t waste it
Put it in your mouth
You cant taste it
That’s what its all about
Its on repeat
It happens all the time
Its on repeat
We do this all the time
In and out of Vicodin and plasticine
Soft spoken gels of liquid color tangerine
A bottle a day a bath away from my free lunch
If you find halfway to your stay than you’ve got a hunch
Its on repeat
We do this all the time
Its on repeat
I keep the volume dimed
I’m running out of words that weigh a ton
How many ways can I spell the number one
Ill make a mess, ill use the mop, swallow the sponge
Ill stare at an eclipse to catch a view of the sun
Its on repeat…
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5. |
Break A Leg
03:46
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You know, ive been there before
And I tell you, theres nothing to see.
Im not even trying to be negative
There was nothing there
Break a leg if you want
To bore yourself to death
I don’t want to hear:
“I got sand in my shoes and in my lunch”
But if shes selling seashells by the shore
Pick me up a bunch.
Break a leg if you want
To bore yourself to death
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6. |
Motionless Inhibitions
02:54
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If you don’t mind
Id like to buy this
My waist is fine
But im on a diet
A slippery walk
Becomes a canvas
Could you not talk?
I want to hear this
If money talks
I haven’t heard it.
Do you know how long it takes
To feel this way for days on end?
Motionless inhibitions
Built off your contradictions
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7. |
Masonic Igloo
02:41
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Im in a masonic little igloo
Little hats and liver spots
And their skins all blue
Some play shuffle board
Some play poker but done keep score
A donation is preferred
You can hang your coat up by the door
I get here early to peel potatoes
Im saving up big to go die in Barbados
Dollars in my pocket
A cigarette on break
I only smile because you know its fake
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8. |
Slowdance in a Submarine
02:45
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We could slow dance in a submarine
Or go steal Morranis’ shrinking beam
I heard his new film is a knock out
And maybe like in between the preview screen
A bouquet of flowers for free?
I bet youd be knocked out
I haven’t been known to do it yet
Take your hat off if its cellophane
Tie your tail up if its causing pain
All the shit you say, you should be knocked out.
I haven’t been known to do it yet
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9. |
Iceland
03:28
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I think ill move to Iceland
Where the porridge is lean
And comes in a tin can
Or Tennessee where the acid is free
And live in a tin shed
So many options to be knockin on my door
I cant stand winter sports
So maybe im stuck in the stable
Hopefully id meet Bjork
And sit with her at the kids table
You wouldn’t want me to be
Hanging on your cross
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10. |
Peaches and Cream
03:13
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You’ve got my soul
In a crocodile death roll
If peaches and cream where all we needed
And the birds were all still feeded
And the Russians were defeated
Id probably wake up asking
“when the fuck is all of this?”
Like really,
When the fuck is all of this
You’ve got my soul
In a crocodile death roll
If this is just the outside
Than the inside must be 10x5
And back by nightfall
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Organ Eyes Ottawa, Ontario
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