1. |
I Got High
04:42
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I got high with an art teacher of mine
I learned how to paint portraits and landscapes with perspective
But I've been sitting here the better part of eighteen years
Blank stare, blank canvas
I'm in need of a new view
Of some new scenery to render
There's a boat leaving
Where it goes, I don't know
I've been buried alive
A history teacher by my side
lest I forget those mistakes that better men have made
Battles fought and lost
Small victories at what cost
But the curriculum is dated
My inspiration fading
A slow, setting sun
There's a boat leaving
Where it goes, I don't know
But if it floats I'm getting on with or without you
If the winds are strong enough or native tongues will fail us
O, the pleasure I would take in renaming everything
There are boats leaving
Where they go, I don't know
But it's a chance to see something new
Will you come with me?
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2. |
Blues to Black
05:07
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The colors tend to fade
Blues to black, reds to grey
But I can see them with my eyes closed
Light refracted like it once was
In a room with more mirrors than books
Your prose needs editing but your poses are well rehearsed
Concessions that I make
I'm not looking to be deified
I ain't no saint
But it's you I see with my eyes closed
Unfinished fiction that my mind wrote
In a room on the floor in the mirror
I watch myself move as if you were here
The cool side of the pillow on the wrong side of the ocean
Fearless flies in my mouth
Dead moths in the sheets
Lie so still like paralytic
Tonight I'll sleep in the gutter
Tomorrow I won't remember
By the time I'm home this nightmare will be only a dream
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3. |
Love Is Not Enough
03:04
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Love is not enough - we need some money
I can see how some guys give up
How good apples go bad
Pick a place and I'll go there
Near or far, I don't care
Or pick your poison and we'll share
Cheers to us - may we find a place in Heaven that doesn't flood when it rains
We're a long ways from London but in some ways we're still there
I etched our names on a northbound train and left our lust to wander Sloan Square
When the babies won't stop crying
When leaving ain't an option now
When I can't remember the last time we touched love is not enough
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4. |
Coffin Companions
05:11
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Is this really all there is?
Cough syrup to sleep till an alarm clock reminds us to breathe
Well what if we don't set the damn thing?
I suppose it is what it is
Nothing more, nothing less
The lucky one's born into it
While the rest of us work
Two sets of fiery eyes
Two sacks of dry skin
Too much to do
Too little time
Coffin companions
Early to bed, wary to rise
A girl with work to do
A boy with two thorns in his side
Of all the coffins in all the dreadful corners of the world
You chose mine and I yours
Singing and dancing and aching are so over-rated
Here lies the King and Queen of the self-medicated
Coffin companions
The whispers found a place to hide
Now we can age with grace in silence
I won't speak until spoken to
Won't ask for love like the others do
I'll just close my eyes and let the medicine kick in
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5. |
The Burial
04:00
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Speak softly, my sweet
Tell me what you're thinking
Let the words fall free indifferent to there meaning or consequence
Because tonight I'm a priest shrouded in your quilt
And you shall see truth in me
So fucking say something
Or we could just lie here like two corpses
Side by side, buried in this bed
With just the sounds of our rotting bodies
and the kids in the street cursing till their tongues bleed
Are you tired?
Cause I'm wide awake
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Bad blood
You can't hide from where you come from
It's in your veins and in your heart
Bad blood
Blame your mother for every shadow you're afraid of
The burning urge to flee - well that's on me
Your poor grandfather
So painfully shy he couldn't leave the house without a tall one
Your dumb grandmother suffered by his side
She'd rather live in Hell than die alone
I hope those odd appendages eventually fall off as you grow
Bad blood or bad luck?
Apples and trees meant nothing to me
Just fruits and foliage
But now I see me in everything you don't say
Bad blood
Hereditary law you can't run away from
Trust me, I've tried
You're better off holding your freak flag high
There is no odd
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7. |
Who Cares?
04:03
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Who cares?
You said something but I'm not listening
My whole world is caving in
I'm on a plane in three days
A date with the devil my fate holds
I can't keep my feet on the ground
I know better but mind and soul severed ties long ago
I don't fear what I might do but what I won't
Who cares?
My house is on fire
Loved ones gone missing
And you need help getting out of bed
On and on you go again
The same cross and crown of thorns you've had since we were young
It must be hard moving on
Assholes accept fate as predetermined
I propose our destiny's decided
A never ending game with consequences and I'm too tired to play
What about you?
I don't know
What you stand to gain might not be enough
But what you might lose?
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8. |
A Fever
03:40
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You fucked a fever in me and I'm burning up
102º, 103º...
Cold sweats
I'm in need of new sheets
You fucked a flu in me and I'm throwing up dinner for two and mixed drinks
I'm on my knees as it passes through me
I've been sick before, but nothing like this
I swore if the room started spinning then I'd leave
You fucked this sickness in me but I'm building up white blood cells
Immunity
So if by chance it happens again I won't be bed-ridden
I've been sick before, but nothing like this
I swore if the room started spinning I'd make my way back to the beginning and leave
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9. |
Where Do I Begin?
03:23
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Where do I begin?
A plague upon this city
A pox upon my friends
I spend whole days in the dark and whole nights begging this guitar to sing
I wouldn't know what kind of trouble I've been missing if I were alive at any other time
Where does this story end?
If it's all the same to you I'll just skip ahead
I'm fat and I'm drunk and you love me
The kids are a little weird but they're happy
and I never made good on that money I said I'd make
The floorboards still squeak as if in pain
And those rusty pipes do nothing but complain
Awake again
Disinterested
A pox upon these listless limbs
Are we having fun yet?
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10. |
Vivid Dreams
03:07
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How long have I been sleeping?
Are you sure that I'm not dead?
I saw me as a young man dancing
Kicking up dirt, finishing fights
Your sister was there with all her punk friends but I couldn't find you
How long have I been sleeping?
I'm a dad and my dad's dead
So much has changed
Even our sky looks different
Once I was in love
Knee deep in secrets I kept from myself
Life became a lie
Then I woke up
I'm so glad I found you
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Mike Kinsella. From Chicago, IL.
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