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Big Fish
02:25
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Turn a departure from the ego into an ego trip / Didn’t like what I saw when I pulled my head out of my ass / Photo evidence of a little pond; bloated, dead fish / When I bent over to make my retreat, the exit was latched / No remedy for push and pull / And now my leg is shaking / Still feeling heavy, don’t feel full / And now my phone is ringing / Somebody bludgeoned my left brain / And now congratulations / Robbed me and shoved me on this train / And I don’t want to take it / Shovel in a storm / Bucket in a flood / Pistol in a war, hanging fire from the mud / Turn a departure from the ego into an ego trip / Didn’t like what I saw when I pulled my head out of my ass / Photo evidence of a little pond; bloated, dead fish / Too late, the exit is latched / Float on, bloated little fish / Float on
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I Hate Me
03:20
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My latest specter / A compliment collector / I have to let it go / What was I thinking? / A lapsed Catholic drinking / In a depression home / I heard the demons / The faint sounds of their screams / Were easy to ignore / I started chasing / Some cherubs I couldn’t face / I ain’t me / I hate me / My latest specter / A public image detector / I have to let it go / My favorite singer / Holds me at hairpin trigger / I’d never let him know / A stranger’s visage / Carved into a graven image / I grip the phantom stone / Unknowing mentor / Unknowing guide to distemper / I ain’t me / I hate me / That’s when I cling / To the thing you think / Don’t you see me sink? / It’s made of iron / I ain’t me / I hate me / My latest specter / A conscientious objector / When I was on the phone / My family cottage / I built of glass and demolished / And cursed the phantom stone / My holy scripture / Is just a series of pictures / Of people I don’t know / Unknowing mentor / Could not be reached for comment / I ain’t me / I hate me / Approach a stranger / Like a honeymoon phase / Approach an old friend / Like a plaintiff / I ain’t me / I hate me
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Stranger Who Stares
02:40
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Back when I was a child / I was just like I am / Didn’t know where to stand / Afraid of the hand tattoo man / Surveying a crowd I could only assume / Was like a reunion; my voice would intrude / That’s when a fake phone call / Relegates me to the other room / Hyper-aware / I was just like I am when I was there / Paralyzed with care / A stranger who stares / Everybody can tell I’m a stranger who stares / Everybody can tell I’m a stranger who stares / Everyone unfamiliar: completely debonair / I’m ignoring the music; I sink into my chair / The hideous allure / Intolerably transfixed / The mortified new form / Of the hunter from the myth / I stare into the pool / Of Miller dregs and piss / Hyper-aware / I was just like I am when I was there / Paralyzed with care / A stranger who stares / A stranger who stares / A stranger who stares / A stranger who stares
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The Problem
04:37
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When I stop seeking answers / I lay in my own filth / A peephole aimed straight backwards / I scratch at my tattoos / The problem is a crowd / That I forgot to beat / I then get lost inside until / Resigned, I fall behind / There is no finish line / There are no real vacations / You can scream at strangers to move in / Or get left at the station
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There's No Way
02:26
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I’m in a big hurry to get out of the city / I’m packing and silent and hectic / My neighbor said he was playing a show / And I told him I’d be in attendance / But I forgot and I slept a lot / And I need to remain undetected / Now I’m sitting in traffic, in a hurry / To see a girl from back home / Who I swear that I feel like I’ve known for a century / But she lives six hours away / And it’s been two weeks / And every day we speak / For an hour at least / There’s no way / My mind makes up these scenarios / And crams the future full like a storage unit / And when I get there, it’s the same malaise / I’m eating and sleeping and pacing / And the cycle repeats and the fantasy seeps / Through the cracks and the strain in inertia / With a pit in my stomach, sitting in traffic / The spontaneous magician of the mundane / But she lives six hours away / And it’s been two weeks / And every day we speak / For an hour at least / There’s no way / There’s no way / There’s no way / There’s no way / There’s no way
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I Hate You
02:27
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Converse sponsored former pop punk / I saw your press photo / I heard you talking about GBV / I heard you make sure to mention Sebadoh / I heard you sing like Rivers Cuomo / I heard your new shit’s a real departure / I had a chance to review / You miss your girl and you still do pills / And then you tell the world over 1 - 4 - 2 / I think I’m having really boring deja vu / I heard an echo outside the Echo / Just remember on the day that you come for me / Lifers know when they’re in bad company / You’re selling Smiths? Where’s the riffs? / Just remember on the day that you come for me / Lifers know when they’re in bad company / SUNY dropout basement poser / Constantly grasping at straws / Between the way I’ve seen you bend your rules / And then your noise tape that you made on a DAW / I think you maybe should have stayed pre-law / Fake friends held to floating standards / You can save me the speech / I was here before, I’ll be here after / When you’re working at a payroll company / Remember that when you come for me / You wanna sit in a circle / And play the compliment game / Well I’d prefer if everyone / Just forget my name / See a sign that says “don’t let the cops in” / Well someone already did / Just remember on the day that you come for me / Lifers know when they’re in bad company / I heard an echo outside the Echo / Just remember on the day that you come for me / Lifers know when they’re in bad company / Just remember on the day that you come for me / Lifers know when they’re in bad company
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Lifer
03:06
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Now here he is the self-appointed gatekeeper asleep in his stool / Oh Christ, it’s me; resentful bully / Forgive me when I tell you I was / A cloistered east side kid / Socialized in drab / Slouching towards the Winter Olympics / To a Phish soundtrack / Intro to Marx / I don’t believe it / Work on a farm / I don’t believe anything / Work in a lab / Don’t wanna be there / 70 grand / Don’t wanna be anything / Straight from the heart into a car that, til today, refused to start / Thanks for the art with 13 parts / But I’m working doubles at the bar / Well here we are / It sucks you’re late too the party / We’re sacrificing to bald indifference / Wish I could make it on Friday / I’ll address the crowd about always wishing / But I’m not deceived / It’s only glory / It’s highly flammable where I’m going / If I lose my mind / Will you lie to me? / I remember telling my grandma / That I got married / Lectured on Marx / And I’ll believe it / Started a farm / And I’ll believe anything / Opened a lab / And I’ll believe it / 800 grand / And I’ll believe anything / Do you know where I can submit myself to the Winter Olympics? / Do you think Simon visited Jackson Frank after he lost it?
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Tough Guy
02:55
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Were you talking to me just now? / I don’t see anyone else / I’ll take a swing on you in my apartment / But don’t remember your cell / Pass me on the right this morning? / Tire iron to mirror / No paperwork filed / Just car horn ringing in my ear / After a moment / Turned the car around / But you were gone / Let me tell you, you’re lucky, you’re really lucky / Were you talking to me just now? / I don’t see anyone else / I’ll pull a gun on you in my apartment / But only see you in hell / Pass me on the right this morning? / .38 to your ear / No court appearance necessary / You turned left at Pioneer / And as for me / I turned on the main road / And the sun beat in / And I finally raised my arm / To shield my eyes / After a moment / Turned the car around / But you were gone / Oh you’re just lucky you caught me on a good day
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Somebody's Gotta Hold Me
02:54
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Somebody’s gotta hold me / Need a ballast to keep on roaming / The curve is negative always / Oscillate between vogue and homely / Forehead kiss / Lack of interest / The cortege is approaching / Swap the bodies without them knowing / Though they differ in clothing / The same dead march drones on slowly / Finally some commitment / A warbling note lodged in my throat / More of a dent than an imprint / I don’t if I can attest to the difference / Someone’s crossing the boundary / Says he worships the ground devoutly / Somebody ought to drown me / Spanish castles dissolve around me / And boil up in quick mist / A warbling note lodged in my throat / More of a dent than an imprint / I don’t know / I don’t know / If I can attest / I don’t know / I don’t know / If I can attest to the difference / I wanted to stray from the prison of marriage / To vex the austere bite of love’s monochrome / I wandered the fray, unwanting and garish / A dog in the street that was raised in a home
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Inseverable
04:05
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Put my loving hand around you / What’ll it be? / A picture of a friend in dull nude / Or vague memories? / Either I don’t know how to read / Or Corinthians was written about me / Worst design flaw in human history / I glory in my infirmities / When I kicked the booze I found you / Tied to a tree / Stripped of bark and still they’d bound you / Inseverably / And I can’t forget / How to breathe / So I glory in my infirmities / Safe and demure / Sin of the mind / The disease and cure / Lose the hand, save the body / Lose the hand, save the body / Lose the hand, save the body / Love my hand, hate my body
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