1. |
Worms
03:55
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Nestled in the trees
Beneath the wired and the leaves
There’s the city
And nestled in their houses
Making dinner with their spouses
Are the people that the world never see
And when they’re nestled in their beds
They draw pictures in their heads
Of images that make them feel at home
‘Cause no matter who they know
They’re still living in their bodies all alone
Nestled in my garden are the worms
Squirming just beneath the surface
They give all the things I throw away
A brand new purpose
And at times I stop and think
That there’s a special part of me
Nestled with them down there
Oh, but the worms
They just don’t seem to care
I’m afraid we’re all just stuck
In a special loop in time
Where nothing ever changes
But you and your mind
And nothing’s worth the effort
And it’s all just pretend
And nothing really matters
When you’re thinking ‘but the end
Nestled in their coffins are the ones who have come and gone through
And there’s only six feet of earth that separates them from you
‘Cause we’re all just taking turns
Making friends with the worms
There’s not much else we’re here to do
But I’d still get some coffee in the park
If you asked me to
I’m afraid we’re all just stuck
In a special loop in time
Where nothing ever changes
But you and your mind
And nothing’s worth the effort
And it’s all just pretend
And nothing even matters
When you’re thinking ‘bout the end
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2. |
Vague Tendencies
04:13
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You were lost in soft elusive subtleties
Of little thoughts that fill your mind with silly reasons
To believe that everything is made for something
But all around
The world just keeps a turning with the sound
Walk forward slowly and look around the bands
And grasp the image freely
You never know when everything is coming to an end
You’re losing everything with your silence
You’re losing everything with your voice
In faded moments full of apathy
Washed away without a choice
Fall fearlessly with me
Like you did once before
And know the feeling lucidly
Nowadays, I can't seem to feel it anymore
Thinking ‘bout the way your mind is put together
With all those loose ends untied
All the things you thought would never last forever
They linger stagnant by your side
So you wander lost on a path of illusion
Leaving your heart un-shown
Ignoring thoughts and inducing confusion
Because you don’t
You don’t want to be alone
To be alone, to be alone, to be alone
Walk forward slowly
And look around the bends
And grasp the image freely
You never know when everything is coming to an end
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3. |
Medication
03:25
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You need that medication to ease all those secrets burning on your tongue
I see you checking corners trying to run away from everything you’ve done
Lock the closet when you leave
Lock the closet when you leave
You saw their eyes in shadows as you crept along the dark and empty streets
Acrid lies and sweat-soaked sighs through a damaged mind
Seeping through your teeth
Lock the closet when you leave
Lock the closet when you leave
Cold dreams scrape across your sense of clarity
And you try so hard to hold on to that last piece of your sanity
But, you were never really all that keen with
Keeping track of all the little things
So you let in slip so carelessly
Let it fade so elusively
Lock the closet when you leave
Lock the closet when you leave
Sleep tight through the agony
Dream of all the things that you wish you’ve seen
There may be light in what you’d rather do
But there’d darkness stained inside of you
Oh man you spent too long
Staring at the sky waiting for light to come
But even when the sun comes through
You’ve got darkness stained inside of you
Lock the closet when you
Lock the closet when you
Lock the closet when you leave
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4. |
Windows
03:28
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Watching through windows that I built behind my eyes
I saw the colors that I longed to live through apathetic lies
And spontaneous impulsions sprouted from the seeds
Of directionless ambitions of whims I had to heed
So don’t you
Tell me that I’ve changed
I haven’t lost my mind
I’ve only lost my way
A HA HA HA
WOAOAOAOAOH
A HA HA HA
WOAOAOAAOAH
I was reluctantly complicit when the air began to change
And I sought to be explicit
But was stuck in the mundane
I was trapped inside a veil
That blocked me from the rain
Numb to all emotions
Void of love and void of pain
So don’t you
Tell me that I’ve changed
I haven’t lost my mind
I’ve only lost my way
A HA HA HA
WOAOAOAOAOAH
A HA HA HA
WOAOAOAOAO
Who’s that whistling at my pretty little window
Staring in with sympathetic eyes
NO! I don’t think so
I said NO! I don’t think so I sad
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
I dont think so
So, you say that everything is changed
The sky has turned to grey and the people are deranged
A HA HA HA
WOAOOAOAOAO
A HA HA HA
WOAOAOAOAOA
A HA HA HA
WOAOAOAOAH
AHAHAHAHA
WOAOAOAOAOAH
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5. |
Lemony
02:21
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Lemony lemony lemony
There’s too many too many too many
There’s too many lemons
In my pie
The pie was lemony lemony lemony
There’s too many too many too many
Too many lemons in my pie
In the chimney Jimeny told me
You ought to be what you want to be
Or you may as well be asleep
Or cooking the amphetamines
‘cause Jimeny knows that amphetamines
Are good for a hell of a lot of things
Like clearing up the skies
And cooking lemony pies
Amphetamines phetamines phetamines
Were taken by the anemones
And the anemones gave the amphetamines
To the enemy
And it was lemony lemony lemony
There’s too many too many too many
Too many lemons in my pie
The pie was lemony lemony lemony
There’s too many too many too many
Too many lemons in my pie
Crimeny! Jimeny found me
Crammed up in the chimney
Must have been from all the yummy amphetamines
He’d been a giving me
And they were lemony oh so lemony
They sunk right to the pit of me
And I thought that he was shitting me
When he brought up the possibility
Of us finding the anemones
To locate the enemy’s
And reclaim our oh so precious abilities
Of making our lemony pies just a bit less lemony
There are too many lemons in my pie
Lemony lemony lemony
There’s too many too many too many
There’s too many lemons in my pie
The pie was lemony lemony lemony
There’s too many too many too many
Too many lemons in my pie.
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I was flipping through my thoughts and I had a few
That were shaped like
They were shaped like you
And there were slivers that I just couldn’t conceal
Painted by colors of the way you made me feel
I was perplexed by the ways that we had always acted
And enveloped by the oxygen
And I was distracted
By the bugs crawling on the ground
And people walking by
Acting like everything is normal
And nothing ever happens to them
Oh Noooooo
I wish that something would just happen to them
And I spent some time Lying on the floor
Pretending I was smaller than the smallest thing you’d ever seen before
Smaller than a piece of dust
But not quite microscopic
Having trouble keeping still
And staying on topic
‘Cause of bugs crawling on the ground
And people walking by
Acting like everything is normal
And nothing ever happens to them
Oh Noooooo
I wish that something would just happen to them
There was that time that you stopped by
To play a tune and have a drink
And there was something in your eye
And you threw me a wink
And for a sec I couldn’t tell if I was floating or a sinking
And sometimes I wish that somebody
Was watching what I think
I think I think too much about what people think that I am thinking
And the music gets a loud and people start a-drinking
And I lose my sense of time and my breath falls out of sync
‘Cause nobody could ever be watching what you think
I think that I am all alone
In the only body that I own
I think that I am all alone
In the only body that I know
I kept track of all the flaws
Yes, I tried to count them all
But there was something beautiful in every ugly thing I saw
Ugly feelings in your eye
And ugly people walking by
Acting like everything is normal
And nothing ever happens to them
Oh Nooooo
I wish that something would just happen to them
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7. |
Counting Rice
04:09
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We’re all just sitting counting rice
With the blood in the bottle tainted with spice
We’re all just trying to shoot the moon
Giving everything we’ve got but that’s just peas and a spoon
We’re running in circles but we live within lines
We put ourselves in boxes when the air is just fine
We’re digging down to the earth to find the sky
We’re always asking when but never why
‘Cause we’re all just sitting counting rice
With the blood in the bottle tainted with spice
We’re all just trying to shoot the moon
Using everything we’ve got but that’s just peas and a spoon
The sink is broken so we’ll have to use the hose
The sickness is still here but the water still flows
The world still works it’s copacetic
We’re losing blood but don’t need a metic
‘Cause we’re all just sitting counting rice
With the blood in the bottle tainted with spice
We’re all just trying to shoot the moon
Using everything we’ve got but that’s just peas and a spoon
We bath in the sun but we’re afraid of the light
We’re building ourselves bombs to avoid the fight
We’re sitting in our boxes pretending that it’s good
Denying everything just like we should
‘Cause we’re all just sitting counting rice
With the blood in the bottle tainted with spice
We’re all just trying to shoot the moon
Using everything we’ve got but that’s just peas and a spoon
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8. |
Optimism
07:06
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Lonely we fall
To face the uncertainty of it all
We’re swimming in the dark
And I see that you’re frowning
At the shadows in the air
But I want to sit and love
The darkness that is there
So close your eyes
And fall asleep
Let your conscience feel the light
That resides in you so deep
I realize the walls
Are crumbling to the ground
And I don’t need your heavy eyes
Staring me down
Spring time’s not coming
There’s no laughter in the breeze
And I can feel the terror that comes with life
Shaking in my knees
But can’t you taste that sweetness
In the cold bitter night
Things may be changing
But I think that they’ll be alright
So close your eyes
And fall asleep
Let your conscience feel the light
That resides in you so deep
I realize the walls
Are crumbling to the ground
And I don’t need your heavy eyes
Staring me down
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9. |
17 Sirens
04:17
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It’s presence was stained on the walls
17 sirens and pieces from them all
Subtle impressions of shapes on the bed
Silent as the thoughts floating ‘round in your head
And the sweat soaked down to the ground
But your secrets, they don’t make a sound
And the presence was stained on the walls
17 sirens and pieces from them all
They were leaving with flowers in their hair
17 roses for every one that was there
And the perfumes that lingered in the sheets
Reeked of longing, oh so bittersweet
He wanted them all for his own
Not another pair of eyes to which they’d be shown
And the presence was stained on the walls
17 sirens and pieces from them all
The room reeked of fading pheromones
Red cheeks gone white
Chilled to the bone
Legs Lying loosely
All across the floor
17 hearts that aren’t beating anymore
And he gazed across the skyline
Fell like a feather
Left the world behind
And the presence was stained on the walls
17 sirens and pieces from them all
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10. |
Itty Bitty Spaces
05:17
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If there was something I could let you know
About the itty bitty spaces in between the pipes below the sink
where all the little dreams that used to live inside your head
seep out of your ears and make their way into their beds
Where they sleep and they dream little dreams of their own
And forget about the empty shell that used to be their home
I watch you laugh every day
At the pieces of your head as they slowly slip away
And I find it kinda strange that you find it kinda funny
'Cause your body's something more
Than just the thoughts you have with in it, honey
Counting foot steps that you left in the corners of your head
Can't help but hope that they will lead you
To the things that were once said
About the broken little parts of you
That left you so mislead
But it's dark in the crevices up there
And you can't seem to find them anywhere
And it's hopeless with out the sun
I guess you'll just have to wait
Until the morning...
Your thoughts fall like stones
like the words that you say
And they're cold like the face
of the statue you portray
and there is nothing in your voice
and there is nothing in your eyes
Is there nothing in your heart
'Is it all a big disguise
'Cause I don't know
No, I don't know
No, I don't know what you want
No, I don't know
No, I don't know
No, I don't know what you want
I often find myself thinking 'bout itty bitty spaces
In the strangest most unassuming kind of places
And there are so many things
and they are really all quite small
And even if you tried
You couldn't count them all
So I don't care
No, I don't care
No, I don't care what you want
No, I don't care
No, I don't care
No, I don't care what you want
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11. |
Just Before Dawn
04:24
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I had a dream just before dawn
About a big ‘ol weed growing in my lawn
What it meant to me
So effortlessly
Some thing are ‘cause they’ve got nothing else to be
And I though of you and if you’re doing well
Or feeling sorry for your poor little self
And all the things that you wish you were that you’re not
And all the thoughts that you have when nobody’s watching
You gotta get a better hold
Of whatever you’re riding on
Gotta get out what’s in your head
Before what’s in your head is gone
And it can be hard to find a thing
Amidst the rubble and the chatter
And nobody will be listening
But it doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t matter
Nobody knows what nobody sees
About what nobody said and nobody means
And nobody’s aware when it’s all coming down
And nobody cares when nobody’s around
And it can be weird when you try and compute
A hundred lonely years in a skin suit
But there are things you can do to make it all more familiar
When everything that you know gets a little to peculiar
You gotta get a better hold
Of what ever you’re writing on
Gotta get out what’s in your head
Before what’s in your head is gone
And it can be hard to find a thing
Amidst the rubble and the chatter
And nobody will be listening
But it doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t matter
Well I’ve just been sitting on top of the roof
Thinking about the things that you think about
When you’re sitting on top of the roof
And there are more than a million ways
To spend the seconds in your days
More than a billion things to say about the ways
You seen the seconds in your days
And you said
It’s amazing how much time we spend
Just sitting in our heads
And I said
If things had gone differently
We might already be dead
So
Get a better hold of whatever your’e riding on
Gotta get out what’s in your head
Before what’s in your head is gone
And it can be hard to find a thing
Amidst the rubble and the chatter
And nobody will be listening but it doesn’t really matter
Doesn’t matter
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