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How Is That Different
02:23
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We were born underneath a blanket
See the world through a tiny eye slit
That was enough so you never left it
Float through time on a crooked orbit
Viral violence is all that I’ve seen
Commodify everything about me
You’re so concerned that I’m being used
You only care cause you never had to
You made friends of convenience and you made friends to survive
You never felt a connection til you were 25
And you work yourself up wondering if I meant it
Tell me baby how is that different
You don’t speak you just point your finger
Somebody else can pull that trigger
I just stare and wait for an answer
I ain’t ashamed but I ain’t proud either
Can’t find the switch so I pull out the plug
Disconnect from the myth of self love
It will get played out and when it does
Will you still think you’re watching from above
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2. |
Deal in Air
02:50
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Spring 08
Market tanked
Sorting out
The real and fake
I had to take a road and not stand at the fork
You gotta travel to get back to where you were
Colored hair against the backdrop of the snow
What was going on there, I wanted to know
They were underage but they’d just walk in the bar
Stand around or pogo to an Exploited song
Suburban kids pushed each other
And they wore camo shorts
They hadn’t put the time in
They weren’t gettin hurt
And the real punks
Weren’t afraid to break the glass
But I had a funny feeling
They were living in the past
And it took so long to realize it’s not me
Years of choices added up just for you to see
Unironed thoughts, digital hygiene
Somebody’s idea of geography
Now I’m trying to keep everything from
Falling apart
What started as a war story
Turned into a farce
I got people on one side of me
Repeating lines
And the guy on the other side he
Won’t read the signs
And somebody said we got the same 24
But it feels like the hours used to give more
So I self destruct just to ward off their stare
They are nothing like us they deal in air
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3. |
Atwood
02:55
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You ever get the feeling you've been doing it wrong
squatting down at bus stops in people’s yards
what you wanna be don't match who you are
I like how you say hello instead of hey
the color of your eyes when you're drunk in the day
but I wish you wouldn't give all your secrets away
round in circles in the summer
it just happened and it won't again
and if I die the way I'm feeling
I'll stay like this forever
I'll feel this way forever
are the waves amber or are they grey
could any two people be more the same
fate is good to those who remember their shame
struggled up to Atwood she takes her bow
falls out of her pocket picture of Mao
I think that she's made it with somebody now
I can't call you if I'm smoking cuz you don't do that no more
so I'll wrestle with this guitar get some truth to match this chord
but by then I didn't want no answers
it just happened and it won't again
and if I die the way I'm feeling
I'll stay that way forever
I'll feel this way forever
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4. |
Turning Green
03:35
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Participate in paranoia of the time
Tiny eyes big sockets, cybercrime
Smoke get’s so thick it starts to feel dire
Factory strobes and industrial fire
Suddenly it clears and all the lights are turning green
You’re burning your scraps from the kings and their queens
When it goes right you just lose your mind
Then you expect everything to work out fine
Like it was meant to be like it wasn’t a fluke
As if god pays more attention to you
And suddenly it’s obscured and all the lights are turning red
You wish you kept your scraps and your hospital bed
Freedom makes new prisons can’t you see
I want you to visualize your enemy
Three times for the first time stop
Don’t you remind me how sure of myself I was
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5. |
Speeding Towards a Wall
03:19
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Learned how to sing from
Coyotes howling
Learned how to talk from muffled voices though the wall
It was never money
Leading me from one to the other
It was that I just can’t stand the thought of letting go
now
I’m speeding towards a wall
Painted like a beach
And I know it’s fake
But there ain’t no breaks
In the suit I bought
Now it won’t come off
Climb the ladder dig the hole deeper
It’s not too far gone you know there is still time to spare
To make it and be forgotten before there is no air
Buy a ticket catch a plane push out of our heads
That one day in our lives we won’t be doing it
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6. |
Nine Parts Cruel World
03:59
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And we’ll die in the same hospital we were born in
Moment of bliss interrupted by a stroke
Thinking about the home we were torn from
9 parts cruel world one part hope
I saw six men all standing over something
They parked their cars in the ambulances way
I shut the door and ran out of the building
I’m not sure what else that you want me to say
It’s 2 in the morning and we’re out on the back porch
Inside the loading dock a man with a blow torch
I slipped you 100 to put on a race horse
But it won’t make it there and you’ll find a new source
In the ghost years so do what you may
I’ve been doing it for so long somebody owes me back pay
You roll your eyes when I say that and think of boarding a flight
But it occurs to you there’s no one to invite
And any fool knows that a crow ain’t a crow
It’s always watching and waiting for your cards to show
And where is the package, it never got sent
But don’t even lie you know exactly where the time went
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7. |
Stripes
03:27
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Moonlight window shade stripes on my ceiling
Through haze of sleep they look like prison bars
Sky's lit up and its 3am
All that snow and not one star
Every night it’s always the same thing
Nowhere to go out to
Stuck inside my 300 square foot box where all my money goes to
Got 3 more months til it’s through
The plants in the laundromat don’t look to pleasant
The only light that they get is fluorescent
And I don’t know the weight of what with which I’m messing
And sometimes that’s a curse and sometimes that’s a blessing
I got tired of doing the same thing so I turned on the light
Locked the door and headed out
All I hear's the buzz of the street light
Something don’t feel right
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8. |
Weedleafbitcoinflag
04:05
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There’s something between us
It’s an act for us both to say that it doesn’t exist
If we overlook it
I don’t think it’ll up and disappear into the mist
But I’ve got something going on at home
And I’m not sure where it’s headed
If I even wanna let it go
If she’s already made that decision
Things get bad every time that I start tryin
And you can’t win a war if you don’t know why you’re fighting
A baby with an old man’s face on the bus
And his mom’s got the same brown coat as you
People say they like it
Everywhere you go they say they like the things you say and do
In the four block radius of your house
Or when you’re on vacation
I’m not sure if I’d even call it that
You just drink in different places
You tell me you like it I think you’re lying
And you can’t win a war if you don’t know why you’re fighting
You were still on my mind when I hit my stop and I found my keys were missing
Down on the terrace, it’s the territory of the people always fishing
When they get a bite do they got a plug or do they release it
But I’m thinking that they’re on to something as I walk to my mechanic
Outside he’s got a weed leaf flag that he’s flying
If there ever was a war I don’t know why I’d fight it
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9. |
The Winning Pony
02:47
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Everything you thought
Magic as a kid
In a different light
Light is getting dim
A man with a PA
Singing in the lot
Does he ambition
Is it a job
Black-pilled children dragged by their parents
Hide behind the stable, face on the cement
And I don’t remember much but the winning pony
Circling the track
7 foot stud
Jockeys on the ground
playing in the mud
He calls himself the wolf king
Of New York
But I don’t know why
I thought he rode a horse
Don’t have your mind made up before you know
I thought as I looked at the highway out the window
Bag men carrying laptops made of bones
Kwik-Trip gas station, talking on the phone
I was in the basement I was trying to kill the power
They said that I can’t leave until I let the feeling pass
And if they come in last then they get the incinerator
And if they come in first then they just sit in their own mess
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