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RALLY
03:40
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I WON’T LET YOU HURT THE IDEA.
I WON’T LET YOU STEAL ME.
THIS IS WHAT I WORK FOR.
WE BELONG OUTSIDE OF HERE.
ALL WE ARE IS HELP FOR OTHERS,
SAVE US FROM THE GAINING AND THE LOSS.
I ABIDE AND TRY TO GIVE A LITTLE,
I GIVE A LITTLE FOR THE CAUSE.
WAIT AND SEE. THE LAW ON YOU IS A LIE.
SO I WON’T LET YOU HURT THE IDEA.
WE LIVE EMPTY.
PRAY IF ALL YOUR CELLS ARE SCREAMING OUT:
YOU AND ME, BABY, DEVOUT.
LET GO ALL YOUR REASONS, CMON!
GIVE A LITTLE FOR THE CAUSE.
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ALL THINGS CONSIDERED
03:57
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Counts up the debts that the house has incurred,
How’d I end up so mixed up in this stuff?
Takes down and puts back the same as before,
Some days are like that. Some days are like that.
But thank God the news and the show have endured,
How’d the air get so filled up with this stuff?
I’ve mixed the business with sugar.
Oh, I can’t connect, but even if I could…
Not yet, not till all these hills roll.
This town soon will and you’ll hear us:
That I’m totally with you but not just for love.
Counts down the rest home, the rec hall, the church.
That could burn up. Some days are like that.
I’ve mixed the business with sugar.
(Life sounds familiar. Yes. Right.)
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IT'S ALL TRUE
04:34
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Things I thought were unimportant
End me slowly, like you told me.
Inward, outward, what’s the difference,
What we think or how we do things?
Someone says it’s all true.
Love, we try it every other way.
Things you told me not to turns out
Weren’t all worthless—see, I’m still here.
Sure you tax, you heap, you keep me,
But who do you hold on to?
And, oh, my head, my soul got in the way.
You say I’m restless.
I wrote that book after all.
But at least I’m blessed with
My world’s that book after all.
Things I thought were unimportant
End me slowly, but everything’s just fine,
Just like it’s true.
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ONE HUNDRED
04:40
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What a way to survive these rants,
What a weird state of mind I’m in.
You think of all of the time we’ve spent,
You figure all of the lines
I haven’t written yet, I skipped them over
On the way here and I’m on a detour.
I say that and the city says nothing back.
What a way to decide which hand,
You pick a left or a right and make plans.
We live a lot in our past mistakes
We live a lot to create what we’ve lived
Since, we’ve since created
An imitation of a life I hated.
I faked it then. I want you to fake it back.
I’m one, but I feel like no one.
I’m made up of what I forgot.
One hundred parts, I’m much more a collage.
What a way to survive this life,
What a weird state of mind I’m in.
You think of all of the time we’ve spent,
You think of all of those lies
I haven’t told you yet, one hundred years
Of us imitating what we think we’re made of.
I faked it then, I want you to fake it back.
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LOVE TAKE HOLD
04:30
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Where did you go, little sister?
And what did you do with the sun?
Cuz all of a sudden
I only see good things in dreams.
I once knew a girl who seemed careless and hard,
With sleeves on her arms when she took her shirt off,
And a heart just beneath.
Out of place, but not buried deep.
She said, What do you mean things can be out of place?
Maybe things go where they go, naturally?
She was naturally brave.
And I’m finally unafraid to say,
Oh, love. Oh, love take hold,
Oh, love, take hold of us and never let go.
Lately it feels like I’m everyone’s friend,
But what happens when the warm season ends
And I hide in my coat.
If I don’t feel I’m changing what then?
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MOLLOY
03:45
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He wandered off the city lot,
An open space, a section off.
I think I’ll walk or try to ride,
I think I’ll find what I forgot.
So I lie down between the poles,
North and South, young and old.
The people aren’t, their secrets were,
The names got told, I’m sure.
So I’m on the rocks of the canal,
A row of teeth across a mouth.
I thought I knew what these were for,
I think I drove the panic out.
So I lose touch like I always have.
But there were days I swear I had
The answer, I’m sure.
You know we all, we all burn out.
In a message, a message, a message,
A message of dirt.
But what we all, we all find out
Is about each other.
It’s about each other.
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IN THE BEGINNING
03:05
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In the beginning was the word You Faggot.
I’ll trade the bitch for slave.
I lost the name we are.
I am creative, all of us are.
Using what strength created,
We make the language work.
It eases. And it’s easy
When you don’t have to explain yourself.
Cut deep, I’m scared to purge.
All the poses I imagined made a magazine
Are really just the manifests of some deluded fantasy.
Really when you look at what you’re saying
Are you looking for a bunch of us to jump
Onto some fucked judicial bandwagon?
I hear the words that go unsaid:
You. Powerhungry. Bastards.
I know. I know. I know.
The words that go unsaid.
I’m waiting for. I’m waiting for. I’m waiting for
What I know, what I do.
What I know is what I do.
I know what I do.
I know what I do.
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SERMON
03:26
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I was only tryin to have fun,
But it’s too late for that.
It’s too bad.
Your god goes straight for the throat,
There’s no messing around.
We don’t know how.
First feel how good the praise feels—
I got mine.
Tie up your cuffs and break bread,
I got your sermon on the sports network.
I was only tryin to reach out,
Cuz I’m a sensitive guy
Who’s gonna turn you around.
Isn’t it great to feel nothing unique?
You’re just a little of this, and a little of that,
And—put that down!
First feel how good the praise feels—
I got mine.
Tie up your cuffs and break bread,
I got your sermon on the sports network.
Who are you to quit routine
And block the door
And prove that you know better?
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9. |
ROSES
04:17
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After this your life is roses.
Your neighbors in their perfect health.
No one looking for another.
No one less or more confused.
Take me there now.
Put me where I’ll find it.
But for now it’s trial and error.
Better this than nothing at all.
Your family in their perfect health.
No one less or more confused.
Take me there now.
Put me where I’ll find it.
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I LOVE YOU
06:02
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I fill myself with medicine, piece together peace
and then fill myself with second guess. What if
I’m no good at this? Some fix I never knew you
on, some pure release you breathed… if churches
all blessed heroin and Jesus were received.
Remove yourself, don’t think yourself, don’t blame
yourself, think of something else. I love you,
I love you, I love you, I do.
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THE STANDARD
05:57
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You want a love song filled with Please Don’t Think,
I’ve got a shrinking heart of gold.
But I got a growing love for you.
Now there’s a bar graph charting all the talks that we had,
The tall bars we agree.
And fortunately there’s a few.
But if the standard’s our agreement
We may never find the truth.
No matter what you try
I’ll be on your side.
You wanna start again?
Yeah, well we all do.
That’s what you should do.
And if I knew the cause,
I would help you out
I know you’re afraid.
But you shouldn’t be.
Just like a drive where all the buildings we pass
Are just as old as you.
They grow where there were trees.
Maybe you’re building your religion on the wrong thing.
Maybe you tried what’s underneath.
And maybe the words got into you.
But if the standard’s our agreement
We may never find the truth.
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12. |
RUN
05:27
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We’ll pave this place till we feel good,
And we’ll say we’re good till we feel God,
And we’ll shout our faith till we have some,
But still it seems we fight our insides.
So I try to get back to that place where it all began.
We said we weren’t afraid of change
But we refused the risk,
Still we feel good.
And we heard the words of smarter friends,
I wish we understood,
Still we feel good.
And we turned into the pictures
Of our parents and our relatives,
Still we feel good.
Still it seems we fight our insides.
And I try to give back,
But the world has convinced me I can’t
Get back to where I began—
Still we feel good.
We turned the world behind us
With the rest of all mankind,
Still we feel good.
And we’ll run, run, run
Till we feel good.
We’ll pay our debts till we feel good,
Sell our souls till we feel good,
Vote our state till we feel good,
Wave our flag till we feel good,
And we’ll run, run, run
Till we feel good.
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