1. |
Up Above
02:43
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You told me it’s no bother
Bring a drink
But I could see it in your face
The truth
Then you took the bottle
And walked down the hall
To the kitchen never to return
To me
Up above
They don’t know about
You and me
Through all the clouds
They can’t observe
What’s plain to see
You told me it’s no bother
Bring a date
And when I saw him I could see
The truth
Then you took my jacket
And you let it fall
Onto a pile that used to be
Our bed
Up above
They don’t know about
You and me
Through all the clouds
They can’t observe
What’s plain to see
Kept it brief so I could
Keep it true
Can’t believe the changes
They’re so you
Everything’s the same
But somehow moved
Up above, They don’t know about
You and me ,Through all the clouds
They can’t observe
What’s plain to see
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2. |
Dots
03:56
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I gave up being uncertain
But certainty doesn’t pay my bills
I swipe my card and ride the bus
It works much better than the pills
Give me a reason
For the state I’m in
I’d wear it on my sleeve
But I keep it in my pocket, anyway.
My phone can’t know that I’ve lost it
Because it’s bolted to the wall
Nothing but change in my pocket
Don’t bother calling I’m never home.
Ring. The landline
Ring. The landline
Give me a reason
For the state I’m in
I know I’ll prove you wrong
Somehow I’ll connect the dots
I haunt the stacks at the library
I read and sleep to find the truth.
They turn away when I start sharing
They don't wanna hear my good news.
But here in my pocket
It’s all connected
And the landline
I don’t need it
or the wall it’s on.
Don’t give me reason
When It’s blame I want
I need another thing
I can no longer seem
To connect the dots.
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3. |
Gutterball
03:17
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I’m so sick of this place
Wanna go out, wanna go somewhere
Keep the slippers you won’t need your shoes
Gonna walk the world in a different pair
Gonna bowl some frames at the alley
If you don’t throw a strike
I’ll be your spare
Finish the pitcher
Gutter ball
I’m so tired of us
Running around in circles this way
Lose the heels use the wheels to rise above
If it’s gonna be circles I know a better way
I’ll rent the wheels, buy you a soda
Maybe I could be your slow skate.
TAKE ME OUT TONIGHT!
SOMEWHERE, OUTTA HERE!
-HORNS- (Thanks Terry!)
Let’s go bowling. Let’s go out and hit the lanes.
I wanna wear, some other pair of shoes tonight.
Let’s go skating. Let’s go out and hit the rink.
I wanna wear some other pair of shoes tonight.
Not like those other nights
I CAN’T SKATE!
I CAN’T ROLL!
I'M GONNA BE YOUR GUTTER BALL!
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4. |
Selling
03:47
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I won’t buy/What you’re selling
You better runaway/Before I get back
All I know is/You could be angry
You could be dangerous /I don’t have time
Don’t come around right now
I’ll be over
Let’s wait a little while
I promise
I’ll be there
Cash your chips/You’ve gone and won it
You snagged the purse/Take it on home
I’ll make the time /To help you spend it
I won’t spend/ any of my own
Don’t spend it all right now
I’ll be over
If it’s gone when I arrive
I promise
Nothing!
so...
Come on come come on
Come on over
Run home run home
You’ve got time/I’ve got credit
I’ve been run around/Where you been?
Bought a stake/In your future
But my past/always comes back
Don’t come around right now
Cause it’s over
A long or a little while
Does nothing
I’m not there!
to ask you what you’re selling
when there’s nothing I have left left
Can’t make the numbers add up
We both know there’s been theft.
You asked to see some proof
Now I submit this terrible mess
Come on come come on
Come on over
Run on run run on
There’s no time for this
There’s no time for this.
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5. |
J. Edgar
03:21
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Here come! Here come!
Here come! Here come!
We both married the very same gal
She keeps us busy but always together
You & me & the federal bee I
Don’t have a ring but We carry her badge
Here come! Here come!
I’d bring you pearls if you’d Ever stick your neck out.
What kind of pearls could ever do you any justice.
But then justice was never really our business.
It’s just us, and our secrets, our business.
Who doesn’t want Every secret in his safe
Who isn’t a little safer With secrets and….
Her come! Her come!
(Solo)
(Quiet picking)
Staked out by the warehouse
We’ll pass the thermos, maybe a flask
One day she will hand us gold watches
And send us on our way
Who wants a watch When there’s secrets in the safe?
And who watches them That hand out golden watches?
I can say...
J. Edgar beside me
My beretta In his purse
So much better
No pearls Or watches Just one in the…chamber!
Here come! Here come!
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6. |
Albuterol
03:18
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She said “you’re better than this.”
You proved her wrong.
She bet her happiness,
Now you’re long gone.
But when we’re riding together
It’s so much better than...
The Bed or the couch
One in the same, it depends on
Who’s around
The only music is the...
Refrigerator humming
Cold and empty...
The only fruit, the cherry glowing on
Your...
Cigarette
the last one from the pack
Packed my bag
Forgot my albuterol
But…I’m waiting
To breathe a little easier
You left when
You discovered
To the question posed
No reply
No answer
Home comes alive
When we see the road
In the high beams
Oh, we drive
With a gauge stuck
Near Empty
Won't close my eyes
'Cause I can't breathe.
Albuterol
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