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NOT WITH A BANG
03:37
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The price of gas is up, and the smog is pressing down
on the concrete all around
Out there the ocean rots, past a toppled domino skyline
and haunted neon signs
The penthouse deck is overgrown
There's a dustbowl out where the golf course used to be,
just past the last dead tree
Where children play in masks, snake oil lotion for the sun --
at least the lucky ones
We're sleeping through the dying of the light
As the dumpster fires of history burn bright
And the ghosts have given up in their machines
Can we spit out this rancid bait
and unlearn the American dream?
Can we unlearn the American dream?
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2. |
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Summer is a-coming in, and the rats are coming out
Blinking in the sunshine while the trash blows all around
All you queens of Comm. Ave., you little lords of Linden Street
Your paper crowns are trampled in the dust beneath their feet
Rats are crawling
Summer was so long ago, and the wind blows colder now
You clutch your bathrobe tight and make a face at every sound
But they're still sneaking through your yard and dancing underneath your floor
So poison all your crawlspaces and double lock your doors
Rats are crawling
Can't meet their glowing eyes
Can't stand their mating cries anymore
Rats are crawling
Rats are crawling over your grave
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3. |
HB
02:15
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And another fight
and another dream
and another squat
and another feed
and another sit
and I'm circling cuz
I sit in the spots we used to
I eat all the things we used to
I see our friends but you are not there
I'm barking at the door
I'm chewing on my hand
I'm chasing my own tail
And I howled when you left
I never had a friend
I never had a home
Till you scratched on my door
And sniffed me with your nose
Do dogs go
to heaven
The real question
is do we
Cuz If there's no
God for them
Then there's no
God for me
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4. |
BORN IN THE USB
03:39
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Did you blink just now, or just squint against the glow?
Was it once for yes, or twice for no?
I thought I saw some wires move at the corner of my view
but all the tracks in the dust just lead away from you
Did you find a way to escape this dead world?
Did you find a way through?
Did I blink just now? I've lost track of time
which is nothing like a present when the present isn't mine
So I'll wrap my blanket tight, what else is there to do?
Keep trudging through the night, chasing after you
I never found a way to escape this dead world:
I never found a way through
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5. |
MOST OF THE TIME
02:17
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I saw you walking today
I saw you walking away
I know that your feelings are on the line
So I'll take yours, and you take mine
I know you've been hurt before
I hope you're not hurting anymore
But you just don't realize
So dot your T's, and cross your eyes
Dry to dry swallow a pill
Try to kick water up a hill
But you're stuck in your own way
So cross your T's and dot your lower case J's
We're on the same page so let's not fight
Cause I can't read, and you can't write
If you see me walking today
You'll see me walking away
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6. |
LAST CALL AND TESTAMENT
02:39
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Some Thursday night you called from the Sil
with an old friend just passing through town
I was shaking my head when you reached out and said
it'd mean something if I came on down
So we talked through the night on popcorn and Pabst
about all the ways everything'd changed
With every last round, as we worked through the math
it turned out it was all still the same
And I wish that I'd wrote it all down
to file away with these pictures of you
Instead I just turned and rode back to town
but when I look back now it feels like you knew we were saying goodbye
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7. |
COUNTING DEAD PRESIDENTS
06:04
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I'm not a great man, just more lucky than most
I never broke from the pack and ran when I could just coast
You know I've been pampered, and I've been patronized
I've been scapegoated and I've been rewarded and I've been despised
But I was so proud when they cheered me on, didn't ask what it all meant:
All the sad, stupid things I've done for dead presidents
Lay them out on the table, smooth them flat with my hand
Let them stare at the ceiling in silence as long as they can
And that's eight more hours gone by, it makes no fucking sense:
All the sad, stupid things I do for these dead presidents
Add up the years one paycheck at a time
But don't let them tell you that surviving this is all that's on the line
We're not a great land, just more lucky than most
We never broke from the past and ran when we could just coast
You know we've been pampered, and we've been patronized
We've been scapegoated and we've been rewarded and we've been despised
But we were so proud when they cheered us on, didn't ask what it all meant:
All the sad, stupid things we've done for dead presidents
Add up the years one ballot at a time
But don't let them tell you that surviving this is all that's on the line
Lay him out on the table, smooth his hair with your hand
Let him stare at the ceiling in silence as long as he can
And that's eight more years gone by, it makes no fucking sense:
All the sad, stupid things we do for these dead presidents
Count them one last time, then start it all again:
All the sad, stupid things we did under sad, stupid men
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