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Am I Too Late
04:15
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2 over 2 am I too late
I emailed a rep at heaven’s gate
Please, what to do
Is it now or never for you
Is it now or never for you
I invent things, I want to hear
Expect guidance, without a prayer
Read the textbooks
Avoid their truths
Stoics and bibles are not much of any use
Well genesis man, it strikes me as a bit dry
The mediations made me afraid to die
Well that's not the point
Well that's not the point
What is the point anymore
Sampled the pamphlets from my college campus
So much for wasting even more of my time
I bought a watch that claimed to regulate my sleep
It doesn't work when there's like a million sheep and
I read a story about an horla
The idea felt all too familiar
I read some dada while sitting in a daycare
All I learned is where the name came, for cabaret voltaire
2 over 2 am I too late
I emailed a rep at heaven’s gate
Please, what to do
Is it now or never for you
Is it now or never for you
I invent things I want to hear
Expect guidance, without any prayers
Read the textbooks but avoid their truths
Your vedas and agamas, they are no use and
I read some dada while sitting in a daycare
I learned where the name came for cabaret voltaire
That's a lot of hoops for one man to jump through
So don't tell me looking at the sky, makes shit come true
Am I too late
Am I
2 over 2 am I too late
I emailed a rep at heaven’s gate
Please, what to do
Is it now or never for you
Is it now or never for you
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2. |
As Seen on TV
04:11
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Buffy keeps getting letters
Asking her if she'll subscribe to sports illustrated
But why read the graphic novel
When it's live every night
on the television
She wants to go on a complicated adventure
One that starts in a 1960s train station
Complete with a film noir aesthetic
Despite color being a thing
For over half a century
Buffy settles for her dreams
if hitchcock won't return my calls
I'll write the damn thing
Buffy wakes up in a small albanian village
It bears an uncanny resemblance to telluride
Colorado
She gets a burger for brunch
Takes one bite
And then she locks eyes
With A man who's just showered in a carwash
Wearing a wedding ring
With an off switch
Is that a bit convenient
Why yes it is
How's the airline food he says
I wouldn't know
I've never been
Not enough leg room for me
He says, well just for you my truck has plenty
And so they're off
Borrowing from the playbook of america
In which the only page reads go long
Long away
Long away indeed
Between you and me let's pretend she tipped the waitress off screen
As you'll see on tv
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3. |
Garden State
02:37
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So listen there's this voice that whistles through the trees
You can hear it calling out from weird state magazines
But there's more than just some simple devil
We've got depression and sand in the cellar
Now the ac hums usually put me to sleep
They help block karaoke bugs from your dreams
Well paint drying man it has nothing
On the southbound state of things
You'll learn to love that strange odor
Like something from a new years party
Aisles full of chowder
And beer at the bowling alley
What should we do
And where to go
There's not much to do
And nowhere to go
we ‘ll walk to the graveyard
And take it slow
And rip it up, tear it up, dig it up, kick it up
rip it up, tear it up, dig it up, kick it up
No
Not today honey
I hear all the jocks are learning how to escape
Losing brain cells from chewing on chalkboard flakes
I like to drink from someone's childhood river
By the roadside memorials that make me shiver
You'll see an awful lot of hats but not a lot of cattle
Stainless flags with no links to the battles
Swing by and you can come and see me
Where the old railroad used to meet the sea
,
And you'll learn to love that strange odor
Like something from a new years party
Aisles full of chowder
And beer at the bowling alley
What should we do
And where to go
There's not much to do
And nowhere to go
we ‘ll walk to the graveyard
And take it slow
And rip it up, tear it up, dig it up, kick it up
rip it up, tear it up, dig it up, kick it up
No
That's for tomorrow honey
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4. |
Land of Little Sticks
03:08
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Starts when you go abroad
Come back and find your room small
Starlight give my soul a squeeze
No exhaust fumes from the city
Play with sharks they like the taste of sand
Ask them nice and they will share
Alice stuck in spiderland
Ravens feast by my desk
That i can appreciate
That there's an indian name for every lake
When i get complacent time tends to skip away
I'll forget until i will regret one day
Watch for squirrels on the street
They forget which side has food to eat
Radio tower from the war
Maybe i'll carve my name in it once more
That i can appreciate
But not the cars dressed up in anime paint
When i get complacent time tends to skip away
I'll forget until i will regret one day
When i get complacent time tends to skip away
I'll forget until i will regret one day
Tell me why is this so
Ive tripped and fallen nose first into a rose
I walk barefoot down the street
Lay on the beach still wearing jeans
Am i coarse or too angry
The waves lap at my feet so gently
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5. |
My Friend
02:47
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I heard a friend say
I got all these things to do
Errands and work
Objects to bash my shins into
Things i can't remember
Nightmares i've had
More sleepless nights
Then pugsley addams dad
I made a list
Of everything that sucks
I just kept going
Its a whole page fuck
Appointments i have missed
Days best to forget
No wonder i expect to wake up
Face down in a pool of cold sweat
Seems it's been some busy days lately
Every one the busiest of days
It seems it's been some busy days lately
Every one the busiest of days
He laughs and says
Well that's not the ending
Mistakes always come
after the second act
I made another list
Much like the first
Just for the things that aren't the worst
Full of food to eat
And movies to watch
Beers to drink
While playing hopscotch
Talks to get lost in
Jokes to laugh about
Porches to sit on
Ah shoot, my inks run out
And it seems it's been some busy days lately
Every one the busiest of days
It seems it's been some busy days lately
Every one the busiest of days
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6. |
Shoeless in Montana
03:44
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I turned west
Towards what i'm looking for
No concrete fields
Or signs of restore the shore
In this way
All the senses seem to blend
Your miles ahead
Of what's remembered last
Tell my mama
Im sorry
I need to give this thing a try
Tell my mama
I'll get there
But for now this is a goodbye
I pressed the gas
Until the tank ran dry
Then i walked
No goal in sight
My souls gave out
Trust me i had my doubts
And with bare feet
I slept on the concrete
And dreamed of all the forgotten highways
I have went down
Down the dirt turnoffs
Where high school athletes
Are never found
This is my life now
Not very pretty
A footnote
In my own biography
A stranger
No shoes or coat
Ain't dreams little when your will wont work
And where i wander
Boy i wonder
When did i roll that dice
Tell my mama im sorry
I shoulda taken her advice
I lay there
Never the strength to open my eyes
Is this where the road ends
Below a starry night
well i'm a starlite walker
Prancing above all the white lines
And there in the distance finally i can read
Those pearly letters decree
It's a welcome sign
Tell my mama i have arrived
Shoeless in montana
Tell my mama i have arrived
Shoeless in montana
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7. |
The Tourist
03:03
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Heart of a sinner
Soul of a saint
Maybe you're neither
I only see through the window
Nothing more than a game to me
A screen for podcast folk
A tourist on a single street
A mirror without smoke
Something to think of
As my stop draws near
How a little transparence
Reflects thoughts within you
Always moving
Down colorful hills
I like your cherry jacket
Oh the short lived thrill
Sometimes im content
Just being still
Sometimes im content
Just being still
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Chose wrong before and yeah i'll do it again
Are you another man pretending to be a man
American dream say hi to russian roulette
Kids these days they are only worth their debt
Avocado greens and vancouver palm trees
Quiet and enjoy the longest summer breeze
10 hours down that means 2 more to go
Sick degree is it also just for show and
Well i don't know what is getting me home
Tip toeing between traffic and life
Yeah i don't know what is getting me home
Tip toeing between traffic tonight
On the verge of dying
Cmon lets push that weight down
On the verge of dying
We’ll make no sound
No zodiacs man yeah a bit too old of that
Chat over cream candles and cheap cognac
Born just in time to have to deal with all this
Are you another lost and pissed off alias
Peaceful nights but yeah mute the tv
You never sweat your head off or talked through canned strings
Can't wait to be a captain of the fire
By living in the frying pan and
Well i don't know what is getting me home
Tip toeing between traffic and life
Yeah i don't know what is getting me home
Tip toeing between traffic tonight
On the verge of dying
Cmon lets push that weight down
On the verge of dying
Cmon glue my lips now
On the verge of dying
No lips make no sound
On the verge of dying
Cmon lets push that weight down
We’re on the verge of dying
There's supposed to be no sound
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