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Massive Change
04:30
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When you wake up all alone you know the feeling
When you wake up on the stone you know your dreaming
Feel the snowflakes on your skin down by the water
When you know it’s coming down you’ll bring your daughter
Two purple bags and a trace of fear
Staring at my face in an infinity mirror
I’ve got a cracked windshield and a stain on my shirt
The black grain fields and the wind in the dirt
And I fell into the garbage bin
Black suits the state I’m in
And I once bagged a heroine
From my passion for recycling
Your life strikes 12 and you ask yourself
Just what’s the fucking point of taking care of your health
But come on snap back you’ve got people to feed
You know a moondog pie is whatever you need it to be
Can’t read the traffic sign
Thought my prescription was doing fine
And I fit the description unrefined
Bold letters underlined
And i thought as i was getting dressed
Who am i trying to impress
Signed a contract under duress
Have to settle for second best
Workin for the man for a third of your life
You want to die by the fire but you live by the knife
So pack your steamer trunk and you head for the east
Because the dreamers drunk and he’s feeding the beast
And i want to make a massive change
Stepping off the broken plane
Three layers of air exchanged
Key players re-arranged
So you dream of a massive change
Stepping off a broken plane
Inner workings that you’ll never tame
The rotten apple core that will always remain
So we stop to hear the audience gasp
And i try to keep it critical
But art is inherently political
And i start innocently centripetal
Spin a yarn heretical
Adrenaholic fires that erupt in a flash
Euphoric moments nature never meant to last
But we’re still having a blast
And i stop when i hear the audience gasp
Stunt doubles remove their masks
Take a sip from the communal flask
Aren’t we all having a blast?
Pull the wool over my eyes
I’m not coming back for you
Not coming back for you
Too old to be young and wise
I’m not coming back for you
Not coming back for you
Listen to the people sing
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2. |
You've Come A Long Way
05:47
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To die a death unfit for such a prince,
But Oh! to live a life so wildly remiss!
In each word writ, the of such flow'd forth,
And with such life, the pleasure of one's youth.
But cold and dark amongst his years of thought,
The joys of this: his one final ticket bought.
The years so pil'd on our sweet poet's head,
All generation of contemporaries dead,
And yet, our sweet ren'gade liv'd a life on par,
With which he wrote; a life of guttered star.
And finally, to all of us advised,
After ticket bought, take this, his final ride.
For us to ride, our outlaw poet did succor,
Tormented Angle, laws of riders so abhorred.
And thee, of all my influences have remaine'd
To me, the spark of such a sparkling life ungain'd.
And in his mind, climactic chances to expand,
Did lead his conscious heart to force his heartless mind.
And in his final vigilante act we see
The final truth of the, his reverie;
A chance to quit this too-long world by will,
By choice, with choice of time, and place, and final thrill.
No sympathy for him ever deign we to bestow,
And to him and Him, the Devil, bid our outla poet go.
Take your time they don’t mind
And I’m sure you will find
That they are all friends of mine
And we’re in this together
To Institutions,
Youth and Expectancy,
Our hero stands averse.
No privileged position
No heightened standing,
Feels he an asset.
And so, departs.
Upon return,
Sweet embittered youth
Becomes pretentious sod.
Superior inflections to "phony" world.
Encounters she of ill-trade,
Yet necessary conviction lacks.
And to him and we, the readers,
Unfulfilled climax
Then in and to familial fortune turns,
Where comfort resides,
Lies our hero's final chance:
Repent and acquire saving grace. . .
Results in offer spurned
And "Catcher" flies in Phoebe's face.
Focus on the setting sun
Focus on the setting sun
The road stretches like a spine,
Serpentines through valleys,
Rainbows over mountains,
Arrows over fields,
The endless vertebrae.
Rivers chase us and run along our sides for miles,
Darting back into the land, mischievous in their disappearance,
As suddenly as their arrival.
And we smile, our hands fighting the wind,
Our hair blowing, our little nests
Nestling each,
And the cans pile, and the music plays,
And we laugh. Careless.
Focus on the setting sun
It’s alright, she said
But you make a noise,
And nobody notices,
A shudder,
But we do not stop.
You muffle your sensations of pain
And they go unheeded,
And we carelessly let you bleed.
After endless speeds and gears,
And stops and gos,
We pull over to find your silver skin smeared in your own fluid,
And we blame it on you.
For not working,
For not keeping up,
For not helping;
But mostly for not knowing how to fix you.
And our heads hang as we listen to the neck-tie drones
Report their own oil spill,
(Although it's much more serious,
We'd never know then)
And the sounds of us arguing
Mixes with piped-in elevator music,
And seems oddly fitting as
I look at you raised above my head,
Knowing it will never be the same,
Knowing we can never leave,
When all I want is for you
To take us far far away.
I can’t see what you see
I can’t see what you see
I can’t see what you see
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Wizzywig
03:03
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What you see is what you get
You’re not locked in your sequence yet
Your labour’s all you have to give
Your life’s prorated perforated
Breaking up is hard to do
But don’t think that they care bout you
You just go where they feed you best
Everyone will understand
It’s true
Each according to their ability
Each according to their greed
You have to calculate net present value
Based on future needs
The index ticking by you better
Jump aboard this rising tide
The ship is sinking but we still have some time
Please enjoy the ride
Im drinking single malt in Dublin
Business registered at Ugland
And these bank accounts be doubling
While I’m doing next to nothing
Why do we all just put our nose to the grindstone
It all starts as a lark, a shot in the dark,
Just a way to pay bills, cheap thrills, become the daily drills
Put your head down, dont look around, dont frown, turn it upside down
Just keep moving, face forward, dont be untoward, be friendly
Unending, pretending, unascending, but not falling
You don't have a calling,
Face forward, head in the game
This is a family, bro, part of the team
You sink into it, the future's lit, just keep showing up and shoveling shit
Day by day and bit by bit, in the blink of an eye the years fly by
No reasons why but your still alive so dont ask why
Dont cry, you're getting by
You're getting by
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4. |
Beaumont Revisited
04:25
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It’s got everything you need
But nothing you want
In Beaumont
Get me outta here
Stuck in Beaumont
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Black marker messages are scattered across my bed
Can’t figure if it’s real
Or if it’s all something in my head
I need to leave this place
But the sun it never sets here
I’m taking a step back
For every one that I move ahead
Everything I do is somehow all related back to you
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