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She's a Branch
01:45
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She's a branch at the head
Of the many live and dead.
Every leaf on the tree
Feeds the same fruit that I feed.
She's a pearl on a string
On the neck's nape, hanging.
She's a symbol passed along
To a singer for a sing.
She is stitched in DNA
Of the fruits that fall today.
Can she step out of the line,
Or be lost in passing time?
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Little girl in her lemonworld,
A sour stare at me,
She wants off the shelf,
She can't help herself,
She's decided on bigger dreams.
Two fifty for her coffee cup,
She gets by with the caffeine.
She comes in hot like her double shot
she's like nothing I've ever seen
As she sings "Spin me like you would your favorite record
and hold me closer,
I love you more with every single groove.
Chase me down in my wild nights,
When the needle doesn't fit me right,
Weigh me down and we'll keep spinning".
I'm paralyzed and caught beneath
A pair of eyes, a gentle wink.
Coffee mugs are in the kitchen sink
Beneath a row of drugs and lipstick teeth.
As I extend my hand to dance,
I think I might have caught your glance
But right as I think I've missed my chance
You ask me to dance.
"Run your fingers through the notches in my spine
And say the words that come to mind
because you warp my whole sense of time
and I'm dying just to dance."
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3. |
Fool
04:03
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Slept late
You're my weakness
A Toothache
Sugar sweetness
These Cliches
I didn't get before
Roommate
Share my bed with me
Toothpaste
On your breath
I will replay
Every word I can't ignore
Do you wanna live forever?
'Cause I don't want to live without you here.
Because I am a fool for you.
I'm your fool.
Misses
You stole my breath
Oh, these kisses
belong on your neck
I miss this
Every week I'm on the road
Give this
Everything that I
Can give
Every time that I
Miss it
I'll learn if you let me know
Do you wanna live forever?
'Cause I don't want to live without you here.
Because I am a fool for you.
I'm your fool.
Wieldy,
No, you're not easy
You feel me
And kee things breezy
The best things
Are those that we work hard for.
I hang on
To every gift
How you talk
And sway tose hips
You are
What everyone searches for.
Do you wanna live forever?
'Cause I don't want to live without you here.
Because I am a fool for you.
I'm your fool.
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4. |
Be Patient
02:50
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I saw you changing lanes like...
Nothing you could say, I know.
But how you call my name, still
You said things could change, but they don’t.
I don’t want you to go
Try to find something new.
With my words caught in my throat
Tell me what I should do.
I told you to be patient.
You’ll find me hanging on to
Every memory we made that’s good.
With the tapestry I’m weaving
There’s no reason you should go.
I don’t want you to go
Try to find something new
Everything I can do
To keep me from losing you
I told you to be patient
I just need a little time
I told you I could save us
But my heads so hard to find
I told you to be patient
I just need a little time
I told you I could save us
But right now my hands are tied.
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5. |
BP
04:48
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I have the same dream every night,
We were driving through the desert light
Locking up this mess so tight
Just children led on by lantern eyes.
My heart is open but my ventricles are closed.
If she were an ocean, I'd be BP.
In my high-speed nightmare, she'd be a sweet dream.
if I were a cheap fake, she'd be the real thing.
If she were an ocean, I'd be BP.
In this dream, you disappeared.
My sun-licked skin had seared.
There was nothing like your fear
But when I awoke, you were still here.
My heart is open but my ventricles are closed.
If she were an ocean, I'd be BP
In my highspeed nightmare, she'd be a sweet dream
if I were a cheap fake, she'd be the real thing
If she were an ocean, I'd be BP
If I were an ocean, she'd be drowning.
I'd wash her out but I'm still so unclean.
In the current blame, it was all part of me.
If she were my ocean, I'd be her BP.
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6. |
Tired of Change
02:53
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Sleep off last Tuesday,
you ask if I'm ok,
But I'm moving a mile a minute.
Now it's two months later,
I read in the paper,
You ask about how I've been living.
Sometimes you read between my lines.
I'm tired of change, yet continue to make them.
You ask me to stay and you act like I'm leaving for good
Though I never would
And you know that.
head home for some old friends
And touch base with half of them,
Guess that we found our limit.
Phone call with the old band
Who say they understand
The splinter, we bit on the lemon.
Sometimes a good thing is cut in its prime.
But I'm tired of change, yet continue to make them.
You ask me to stay and you act like I'm leaving for good
Though I never would
And you know that.
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7. |
Everything is Beautiful
02:21
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Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts now.
The bottom of the barrel is the sweetest sod
Lying o the floor so you're closer to God
Listening intently through your deep head throbs how
Everything is beautiful.
Leaning out the window you can hear them talk
Fashioning your foil s your deepest thoughts aren't
Mined and used against you by the things you've bought yes,
Everything is beautiful.
Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts now.
Feel the moment slip into the curtain's fall
Achieving your escapism with Tylenol
Just so you can get a little overhaul 'cause
Everything is beautiful.
Scared to touch the harder stuff 'cause Cobain's gone
But "death has no dominion" boasts the Dylan poem,
Harvest inspiration for your final words 'cause
Everything is beautiful.
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8. |
And Nothing Hurts
04:39
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9. |
Michigan
03:57
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If home is where the heart is
Then this heart is getting harder
Try to soften up the tissues
Breaking strings on this guitar
To unravel all the mysteries
Of this wooden desperado
Gotta get rid of the termites
Gotta empty out the bottle
There’s only ghosts here in the winter
So I guess I’ll fit right in
And make the most of getting thinner
Make the best of Michigan
We all get rich on our brothers
Another bandage on the scar
Hard to sit and wish for something
When you're reaching so far
So I’ll sit here with the whispers
That keep singing through the walls
Making pleasant conversations
Turning blood to alcohol
There’s only ghosts here in the winter
So I guess I’ll fit right in
And make the most of getting thinner
Make the best of Michigan
It’s hard to cope with getting colder
When you’re living underwater
Natural with getting older
Living son of my dead father
So I do not mean to bother you
No I do not mean to bother you
If there’s only ghosts here in the winter
Then I guess I’ll fit right in
And male the most of getting thinner
Make the best of Michigan
With the ghosts, I’m sinking lower
At least I’m not stealing oxygen
I’ll make the most of getting colder
Make the best of Michigan
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10. |
Live for Myself
04:30
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I wrote a poem last weekend.
Every other word spelled out your name.
You're harder to believe in,
but I spell you out and hope you're listening.
The rest were just secrets,
A scarlet letter underneath my skin.
My carefully beating heart
Should not be broken again.
But I don't wanna move any farther forward,
I just wanna live for myself!
Even if the tide rolls over,
I still won't need your help.
If you catch me, I'm bleeding,
But not another word about how I've changed
Or kept all these secrets
Just to turn around and pass the blame.
But you should be seething
With the infrequency of how much I pray!
Unorthodox breathing
Still, I catch you and you're whispering
Anytime you need me, I'll be on the other line.
If you need to reach me I'll be here anytime.
But I don't wanna move any farther forward,
I just wanna live for myself!
Even if the tide rolls over,
I still won't need your help.
But, I retract the words that "ve already told you,
I don't wanna live for myself.
Now that I'm drowning in ocean,
I'm crying out for help.
Anytime you need me, I'll be on the other line.
If you need to reach me I'll be here anytime.
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11. |
I Sing Myself
04:30
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I sing myself ‘cause it’s the only song that I know
I puff up my chest so that maybe I can float
But when I open my mouth, I forget every note
The sound that comes out won't put me back on the boat.
I flip a coin for all decisions that I make
So half of the time I can avoid my mistakes
At the time that I die all blame will lay on the fates
So I won't have to account for the bad choices I’ve made.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I need a little more kick than Tylenol
An open suggestion to the faces on the walls
‘Cause I don’t want to feel a single thing at all
So I feel at peace when gravity does its job.
I’ve sung myself but I forget now how it goes
I hold my breath when I recall a few notes
I’ll try to sing again and hope the language flows
Every now and then it gets stuck in my throat.
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see
So clearly.
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12. |
Happy to be Me
04:52
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Pullover at midday
listening to Billy Breathes,
You know I just need to breathe.
I'm trying desperately to breathe.
I do my best to soothe all these anxieties
Swimming in bureaucracy
Shaping up personal policies
But I don't live beside myself,
I don't listen to my health.
But I want you to see
You make me happy to be me.
Still chuggin' along here
wondering who is in the know,
Every driver on the road
Hangs like an onlooking ghost.
Yours are the only eyes I'm comfortable to roam
They can soothe these achy bones,
Make me feel at home,
But I don't live beside myself,
I don't listen to my health.
But I want you to see
You make me happy to be me.
I am a Manowar,
I can't help but sting you.
I'm trying hard to change,
I hope you know I don't mean to
'Cause there's no heartache like the absence of your footsteps in the hall.
No, there's nothing like being alone.
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Coming back from a couple of months on high,
Call up old friends, trying to bum a light.
Different combinations on a backlit screen
Somehow they always give your cell a ring.
A couple of tries
And like on cue,
The line connected
It was just me and you.
Now you're looking through me,
And it's hard after last night,
But what if I change your mind?
This isn't the movies,
And it won't end in sunshine,
But what if I change your mind?
Flip a switch baby, can we just rewind?
Summer rom-coms just seem more our style.
Before the reel spun out of our control,
You know I hate this villain's role.
Seems I can't persuade
The writer's room
To write a touching closure
For this feud.
Now you're looking through me,
And it's hard after last night,
But what if I change your mind?
This isn't the movies,
And it won't end in sunshine,
But what if I change your mind?
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14. |
Tennessee
04:13
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Tennessee saw the birth of a young man
With his father's name, like the men before him,
And he bore that curse.
He was working through his trivia and the bullshit
So he could find a partner to raise some kids
And take it easy for a while.
He sang "God knew a sound,
and set it in my mouth.
It took twenty long years
Before I could spit it out."
The heroin was something that he's like to forget
Because it took Cobain, and it would get him next,
He could feel it now and then.
So they put him in a box where he chewed his way out,
Now he's a big orange jumpsuit and he's headed south.
Life is moving too fast for this Tennessee boy.
Still, he sings "God knew a sound
And set it in my mouth,
It took three hard years
Before I could spell it out."
He sings "If you take account of your life,
If you hold it to the light,
You can see it clearly then.
If you bite the hand of time,
And you wish that it would just rewind,
Then you miss the point.
But if you love with all your might
With an excess that exists in spite
Of the world, you're in,
Then you seek to occupy
That space where people close their eyes
To help carry them through the night they're in."
Still, he sings "God knew a sound
And set it in my mouth.
It took thirty long years
But I think I got it now."
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15. |
Cleanthus
04:18
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The urge of the seed,
The germ, the weed,
The sod it breathes
And the life it brings,
The stalk and its leaves,
Its blooming things,
The pen striped bees,
And their pollening:
To toil in vain,
Survive the strings,
breeds greater things than this.
It's a quiet longing,
But it's worth all the strain.
But the urge of pain is God.
A dream, new life,
Tomorrow's light,
it's all in sight
Beyond the night.
If change is all
After the fall
It's a moving call
But it brings pain along.
To toil in vain,
Survive the strings,
breeds greater things than this.
It's a quiet longing,
But it's worth all the strain.
But the urge of pain is God.
Transcription of the end:
Jackson: Never in my life have I ever been as happy as I was right then.
Stephen: Wow.
Jackson: I was so, like, on the edge of falling apart that entire time.
Stephen: So good.
Jackson (From a distance): Did that sound awesome?
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