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The Painless Ways
01:58
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If you want to die, I know the painless ways. How can I replenish my supply? Or is there no way. If you’re not a ghost, then why then don’t you bleed. Is it you’re Bob Dylan? Or is it that you’re Lou Reed? You may be innocent, or you may be full of shit, and would I have the sense to know the difference? If you want to die, I know the painless ways. I hear a motorbike, then I read a chapter a day. If you’re not a ghost, then why’d you kill the queen? God only knows you tore apart the cinnamon scene. You may be innocent, or you may be full of shit, and would I have the sense to know the difference? If you want to die, I know the painless ways.
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Am I With You?
03:46
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Let’s generate a kingdom. It’s getting cold. I’ve never seen such
a bumpy road. You can see the future. Yeah, I know you always do. Won’t you tell me: Am I with you? Please secure your father’s car. We might be traveling pretty far. You can see the future. Yeah, I know you always do. Won’t you tell me: Am I with you? I’m afraid we’re a tattered pair, but I think we’ll make it, if we’re not already there. You can see the future. I know you always do. So won’t you tell me: Am I with you? Let’s generate a kingdom. It’s getting cold. I’ve never been on such a bumpy road. You can see the future. I know you always do. Won’t you tell me: Am I with you?
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Am I crazy or am I not? Scratch the dog on her itchy spot Fill the bucket with whatever you got. Winter seems like a dream--a distant dream, a distant dream.
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I remember everything about 1994. The thoughts I had as I walked up the steps to your door. Every tiny little memory ‘n how little they meant. So far away. Things I’ll never forget. But for the life of me I can’t remember why now I’m supposed to hope that you’d die. And everything is clear as day about 2002. I remember what made us smile and what made me mad at you. I remember every petty thing that got us into a fight, and I remember how we patched things up before the end of the night. But for the life of me I can’t remember why now I’m supposed to hope that you’d die.
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The Awkward Invitation
01:31
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Bring back the past. There’s not a chance in hell. The awkward invitation that you sent to the nation, oh well. Are you really gonna go? To be polite, I guess I’d just say no.
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And Cry
00:35
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Don’t I know you better than I know myself? Press your face against the mirror and cry. Don’t I know you better than I know myself?
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The Weak and the Willows
01:35
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I put all my money in that box over there, and I named my monkey after you. Fly your flag high and proud where no one’ll ever see. That’s what the weak and the willows do.
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Our Perfect Lines
01:04
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Are you really going there? We’re getting closer to the end. Let’s rehearse our perfect lines. I really hafta get it right this time. Are you really going there? We’re getting closer to the end.
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Rumsfeld
01:18
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Do you propose… that we drop the bomb? And tell your mom? I can tell you’re scared… I see your scars. From so afar. The sun will always shine. At least it will. In my mind. It never rains again. It seems like something that I’ve only read. Donald Rumsfeld is doing things to you that I can never ever do. Your eyes are glued. To Fox News. And whatever they’re telling you. Do you suppose… we settled down? Before we rose?
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Clear Your Throat
01:37
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Clear your throat and tell me what you think. Down the road, tell me what you see. I’m not afraid, to tell you what you think. Clear your throat. Shall we deploy another round of troops of boys, or shall we watch another show and play with toys? Clear your throat and tell me what you think. Down the road, tell me what you see. I’m not afraid to tell you what you think. Clear your throat. Shall we stand face-to-face with the man so we know it when he knows it and we’re sure he understands? Clear your throat...
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As we were leaving, I remembered what I meant to say. We can stop the bleeding, with a towel and a little nasal spray. Are we better off? Are we best left ignored? We are better off. Probably best left ignored.
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Yeah the sun will always shine. I really hafta get it right this time. Are you really gonna go? I’ve never seen such a bumpy road. Can I have a little peek? You tore apart the cinnamon scene. I remembered what I meant to say. Reach between the seats and pray. I’m not afraid to tell you what you think. That’s how trouble’s surely spelled. I know you better than I know myself. Fly your flag high and proud. Am I crazy or am I loud? I’ve floated in and out of style. I remember what made us smile. Protect your password with your life. I’ve never been more proud to call you my wife. I’m not afraid to tell you what you think. Is it you or a mirage? You look good in camouflage.
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King Everything Pendleton, New York
Loud & quiet; odd & ordinary; mysterious & straightforward; vague & clear; joyous & angry; fast & slow; messy & organized; simple & complicated; succinct & wordy; energetic & lackadaisical; continuous & disjointed; hopeless & rosy; new & familiar.
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So good! Consistent, intelligent songs. Made a new album each month for the first quarter of 2013. Hope he keeps it up!
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