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Worst Kinds of Parties
04:48
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Just yesterday was a new decade
But now that tape runs faded and blurry
All the afternoons we wasted in a hurry
And somehow it seems no one has aged
We now throw the worst kinds of parties
And it feels like they go on and go on and go on for days
The decorative lights have grown dim
The riveting talks have grown thin
And your charming smile seems more now like a shit eating grin
But still I am here feeling older than my age
The past is the past, goodbye to all that
The chemistry has changed
We all throw the worst kinds of parties
And it feels like they go on and go on and go on for days
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City To Spit In
03:15
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Well I woke up in a city with clear blue skies and wide boulevards and green trees
And lots of clean polished people wearing suits carrying yoga mats off to buy artisanal pastry
And I'm wondering wearing the hid all the junkies
And I'm wondering wear they hid all the drunks
And I'm looking for an all night diner
That serves up some hash and eggs for a buck
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
The kind of place I really can live in
Sometimes I need a city to spit in, but
I can't spit in this city
Well theres no red lights down in the district
And no brown paper bags on the stoop
And all the bars on this street are shilling small batch crap to overdressed upward professional youths
And I'm wondering where the stashed all the bodies
And I'm wondering where they hid all the porn
And I'm waiting for a man with a dime store watch who shows up about a quarter to four
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
Where the liquors poured at 6am and
All the makeups running down to your chin and
I can't spit in this city
Sometimes I need a city to spit in
With the gutters that I can sit in sin in
With the rats digging down in the bins and
I can't spit in this city
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Russet Witch
06:38
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Oh russet witch
Kick up your heels
Olive arms spinning round
I'm not convinced youre real
Oh russet witch
No married life
Sucking sweetness from the hour
No nine to five
Oh russet witch
Teach me some more
Kick the drinks off the table top
Knock the chandelier to the floor
Oh russet witch
Tempt me some more
Your laugh rings like a dare
An open door
Oh russet witch
Always the wicked girl
All the catholics kneel and pray
Now you're loose in the world
Oh russet witch
Toppled mess of hair
Sitting at the foot of the bed
Like a kama put you there
Oh russet witch
You play tricks with your eyes
Fill me up like a paper cup
Crumpled and tossed aside
Oh russet witch
Lets carry on
Throw one back for the bourgioisie
Til the break of dawn
Oh russet witch
Slip out at night
Linger in a glass of gin
To forget the stuff of life
Oh russet witch
Who was i to resist
A world well wasted
A life now eclipsed
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Into Crisis Beds
03:04
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My Spiral Head
02:18
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Narcissism
03:55
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Wait
Can’t find the words I should say
To make you think that I wanted to stay
Yeah, your feelings aren’t safe
And now
I’ll step away from that crowd
So much for friends who are never around
Yeah, we’ll make it somehow
I’m stripping myself of this veil of narcissism
And I’m pulling myself out of this social chasm
(Who do you really love?)
I need to find a way back to the people I love
Need to leave behind the toxic souls and rise above them
(Who do you really love?)
Here
We’re fighting time flowing fast
And I keep thinking maybe this feeling won’t last
Left you in the past
And every night I tell myself it’s getting better
This bout of solitude won’t stick around forever
Walk out the door, close the lid on our life together
Well I’ve been at this long enough that I think I’d know
There ain’t no perfect bodies and there ain’t no perfect souls
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7. |
Days of Retreat
08:23
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I’ve been thinking I should go out west
Get the hell out of Baltimore
I’ve been thinking the time has come
Would she even care if I were to go
Would things ever change if I stayed
I’ve been thinking the time has come
Oh girl can’t make up my mind again
I think I should just get in the car
I’ve been hanging out on the city limits
Just holding down the stools in this bar
Well you know just where you are
When you’re sitting on top of the world
But I’m sitting in a bar in Baltimore
Trying to forget about another girl
These days of retreat
Hold the phone lines in our hands
These days of retreat
Never knowing where we’ll land
These days of retreat
64 and overcast
These days of retreat
Electric souls are built to last
There’s a choir of drunk drivers
Out on Highway 10 tonight
And we’ll be flying ever higher
Under west coast city lights
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Sitting with you on the couch after we
Both had such long days at work and were
Watching some jerk off TV show
Eating dinner at the coffee table and
Not looking forward to tomorrow
Counting up the hours of sleep we might get tonight
When the commercial comes on and the decibels knock us both right out of our thoughts, and were
Fumbling for the mute button
Must be lost in a couch cushion
And I'm sitting on an airplane
Not to anyplace I chose
Just trying to quiet my mind, but still
Wondering if I'll have the time to iron my clothes
Fumbling for the mute button
On tomorrow
On today
Fumbling for the mute button
On the future
On the past
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