1. |
Memory Lane
03:30
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I’m gonna capture the plane and crash it on memory lane
I’m gonna capture the plane, ash into flame
I’m gonna capture the plane and crash it on memory lane
I’m gonna capture the plane and crash it on memory lane
I’m freeing the neurons in my brain
I’m letting them drive
There’s plenty of ways you can feel alive
I’m kicking the door in on my shrink
I’m taking his notes
Spray painting the tip of his microscope
And there’s rose-tinted windows
On the DMC I stole
I’m gonna capture the plane and crash it on memory lane
I’m gonna capture the plane, ash into flame
I’m gonna capture the plane and crash it on memory lane
I’m gonna capture the plane and crash it on memory lane
I wanna go back to my old flame
I’m clearing the air
I’ll lie like a man who’s facing the chair
I’m kicking the door in on my job
I’m taking the drawer
Just give me enough so I don’t need more
Cuz I play close to the vest
With my teenage war chest
I wish I stayed
I wish I stayed
I wanna see the man I blame
I’m gonna capture the plane and crash it on memory lane
I’m gonna capture the plane, ash into flame
I’m gonna capture the plane and crash it on memory lane
I’m gonna, yeah
I wish I stayed
I wish I stayed
I wanna see the man I blame
On memory lane
On memory lane
I’m crashing the plane
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2. |
Outside
02:21
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Ripped collar vintage shirt
Vitalogy and Dirt
Never looked at the insert
Not especially covert
Workwear and fish eye lens
Bleached hair and hash oil pens
Can’t tell if they’re my friends
What’s means and what is ends
So I’ll smile and shake the hand
I’m not a stupid man
But if you’re on the outside looking in
Stop looking
That metal neck guitar
That cost more than my car
She’s dancing with the stars
Playing pop punk in a bar
Workwear and fish eye lens
Bleached hair and hash oil pens
Can’t tell if they’re my friends
What’s means and what is ends
So I’ll smile and shake the hand
I’m not a stupid man
But if you’re the outside looking in
Stop looking
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3. |
Aftertaste
03:32
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I used to drive around for cocaine
Now I just laugh at my own jokes
I’m gonna chew with my mouth open
But I don’t mind if you smoke
Checking my cell phone
Seventy times when it’s not ringing
Check out this new home
I can’t afford the one I live in now
I wanna cancel all this bullshit
I want possession of the ball
I want the only thing that’s certain
But I don’t have the gall
So I wait for good days
Singing to my reflection
Like I’ll wake in my new place
Earlier than I ever have before
And I can’t wait to latch into place
I can’t wait til I get a taste
I can’t wait I’m gonna be the guy that I hate
I can’t wait to latch into place
For the aftertaste
I never call anything special
Because I know that nothing is
So if I look for something special
Maybe just mind your business
Drenching my cell phone
In flammable gas and it’s not burning
Live in the unknown
I can’t afford to be right here right now
And I can’t wait to latch into place
I can’t wait til I get a taste
I can’t wait I’m gonna be the guy that I hate
I can’t wait to latch into place
For the aftertaste
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4. |
Life Support
03:45
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I’m thinking of living on life support
Plugged into a gas generator
I’ll go to the JFK airport
And get stuck in the elevator
I’m taking a bath in good ideas
Soon I’ll be in over my head
I’m thinking of living on life support
I can’t think of anything I’d wanna do instead
Got caught in a brisk walk under the ladder of success
Just talked to a guy who thinks my band’s called Taking Bets
New idiot Disney boy gonna make me wait my turn
Vans stamping on human face forever
I’m thinking of living on life support
Plugged into a gas generator
I’ll go to the JFK airport
And get stuck in the elevator
I’m taking a bath in good ideas
Soon I’ll be in over my head
I’m thinking of living on life support
I can’t think of anything I’d wanna do instead
Coming out of my mouth there’s gonna be a plastic sword
You can set it aside until the next time you get bored
I’ll open a photo album next to my guitar
Not even a song can remind me who these people are
Nobody else can tell you
You find out when you die
Nobody else can tell you
You have to act surprised
Nobody else can tell you
You find out when you die
You have to act surprised
I’m thinking of living on life support
Plugged into a gas generator
I’ll go to the JFK airport
And get stuck in the elevator
I’m taking a bath in good ideas
Soon I’ll be in over my head
I’m thinking of living on life support
I can’t think of anything I’d wanna do instead
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5. |
Long Tooth
03:43
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In the city of losers I could become the king
As I fill out my checklist in disappearing ink
Asked if I had advice for an 18-year-old me
When they say “nobody cares,” take it literally
Can I sell my ticket
To this dumb convention
Can I pawn my trophy
It’s got stains like a cheap plate
My words, a whisper in the woods
Not like a scream I’ve heard would do me any good
And that’s okay
I’m as free as a bird now if you want to know the truth
Just an iron rooster spinning on a roof
Getting long in the tooth
Just ‘cause it’s in the song it don’t mean it’s off my chest
It’s just a couple of words that never could show the depths
They lie around, fill up notebooks, take up space on the shelves
A paperweight that don’t weigh enough to help
Can I sell my ticket
To this dumb convention
Can I pawn my trophy
It’s got stains like a cheap plate
My words, a whisper in the woods
Not like a scream I’ve heard would do me any good
And that’s okay
I’m as free as a bird now if you want to know the truth
Just an iron rooster spinning on a roof
Getting long in the tooth
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6. |
Something Higher
03:18
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There’s something higher than archive punks
There’s something higher than well dressed hunks
There’s something higher than a body in the trunk than a body in the trunk
There’s something higher than being well read
There’s something higher than luxury beds
There’s something higher but I don’t know what it is
I know it’s there ‘cause I can taste it
I know it’s there ‘cause I can taste it
I know it’s there ‘cause I can taste it
And you won’t catch me out here
You won’t catch me out here
You won’t catch me out here doing none of that
There’s something higher than going pro
There’s something higher than sold out shows
There’s something higher than just living like Thoreau
There’s something higher than perfect beasts
There’s something higher than cheating death
There’s something higher but I don’t know what it is
I know it’s there ‘cause I can taste it
I know it’s there ‘cause I can taste it
I know it’s there ‘cause I can taste it
And you won’t catch me out here
You won’t catch me out here
You won’t catch me out here doing none of that
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7. |
Wading Out
03:54
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Waste of a day but I’m glad it’s over
I’ll file away the time
Four dozen nudes in deleted folders
With new ones on the line
Hands on the keys so I really mean it
I’m saying what I mean
Send the police ‘cause I really mean it
But saying it sounds mean
Oh my god my brain is down, it needs electric power and it’s been raining
Oh my god I’m waning down beneath the pressure cloud, panel-created
Oh that’s art, it’s concerned with bleakness, it’s a full lifetime of spiritual weakness
All the best art is concerned with bleakness, tell me which came first, the bastard or the fetus?
Traced the career of a brooding loner
Right up until you die
Death ain’t the problem when you’re alone
It’s the years you spend alive
Hands on the keys so I really mean it
I’m saying what I mean
Send the police ‘cause I really mean it
But it ain’t what it seems
Oh my god my brain is down, it needs electric power and it’s been raining
Oh my god I’m waning down beneath the pressure clown, panel-created
Oh that’s art, it’s concerned with bleakness, it’s a full lifetime of spiritual weakness
All the best art is concerned with bleakness, tell me which came first, the bastard or the fetus?
Oh my god my brain is down
Oh my god I’m waning down
Oh my god it’s raining out
Oh my god I’m wading out
I’m wading out
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8. |
The Other End
03:23
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I woke up from a dream
Where I murdered my friend
And I missed the free breakfast
It ended at 10
And the movie that I’ll make
Starring all of my friends
That takes place where I grew up
Is still in pre-production
Here we go again
I’m falling down the other end
Paralyzed parrot staring at the clock
It’s a six hour ride from Brooklyn to the ROC
Here we go again
I’m falling down the other end
Motorized moron sitting in the shop
It’s a six hour ride from Brooklyn to the ROC
Here we go again
I’m falling down the other end
And I spent so much time
Waiting to be interviewed
That I realized that I had nothing to tell you
And the movie I made
Starring all of my friends
That took place where I grew up
It doesn’t exist
Here we go again
I’m falling down the other end
Paralyzed parrot staring at the clock
It’s a six hour ride from Brooklyn to the ROC
Here we go again
I’m falling down the other end
Motorized moron sitting in the shop
It’s a six hour ride from Brooklyn to the ROC
Here we go again
I’m falling down the other end
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9. |
Kindness
04:31
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I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness
You don’t need to understand
I just need you to adore
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness
And when you’re eating from my hand
I won’t even hold the door
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness
You don’t need to understand
I just need you to adore
You don’t need to know the plan
I just need you on the floor
Like water into sand
Don’t know how to say it without sounding like I’m making it too crude
Kindness for you
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness
Kindness for you
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness for you
I got no kindness
You don’t need to understand
I just need you to adore
You don’t need to know the plan
I just need you on the floor
Like water into sand
Don’t know how to say it without sounding like I’m making it too crude
Gravel underneath my shoe
I have no kindness for you
Black hole that you fall into
I have no kindness for you
You’re a product I consume
I have no kindness for you
Just a match to light the room
I have no kindness for you
You don’t need to understand
I just need you to adore
You don’t need to know the plan
I just need you on the floor
Like water into sand
Don’t know how to say it without sounding like I’m making it too crude
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10. |
See The Clowns
05:09
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Tuesday’s going with the wind
Close my eyes and there it is again
As the years are going by
Our friendship is probably gonna die
The times they are not changing, don’t you know?
Gave up searching for that heart of gold
I can’t even start a fire with a spark
All my rowdy friends are selling brown
Everyone I know just goes to raves in the end
We’re in mid-air and I see the clowns
Leaving on a jet plane
Who gives a shit, I’ll be back again
I can feel it in my soul
I never believed in rock ’n roll
The times they are not changing, don’t you know?
Gave up searching for that heart of gold
I can’t even start a fire with a spark
All my rowdy friends are selling brown
Everyone I know just goes to raves in the end
We’re in mid-air and I see the clowns
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