1. |
Work Party
02:52
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A lever loves what it does
Or so it's telling me.
Over your skis, a better street,
Another Whistler lift.
At home we've got our Hokusai
If all my limbs were four.
A dozen by the door.
For tonight we can lay low
In the back of the Civic.
I can help you understand it
I know you'll help me too.
The lonely one, the gator drum,
The dappled time it keeps
Can pull the grains to planetoids
In all their gravity.
Two second tone above the drone
You feel your forehead itch.
You drop a cup, I pick it up
You say the words so quick.
I can help you understand it.
Double dutch with all of our friends right there.
You can help me see what's on offer here.
You know I'll help you too.
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2. |
Death From Above
03:10
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I am mostly cool
With elephants in rooms
But what we're dealing with here
Is far more sinister than that
So now it comes for us
Wish I were made of sterner stuff
But I'm oxygen and carbon, just like him
Hold your breath, be still
It missed us by this much
My Achilles heel was overhead
It missed us by this much
It's ludicrous but real
A million thread count shield
For knives just sharp enough
That you don't know when you're cut, and
Modern science says
That my hyper vigilance
Is warranted in the face of this threat
Hold your breath, be still
It missed us by this much
Yeah I know it's weird but I'm upset
It missed us by this much
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3. |
Deity
03:30
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I was born with my armor on
From my father's head
Into the age of song
With the soul of a salaryman
Who hints at anarchy
And flirts with everyone
There's always a gun
The truth is enough,
But there's always a gun
I was home when the soldiers rang
I thought they'd come for me
But they'd come for fame
I was there as Cassandra warned
Of gifts and tragedy
But people never learn
If you saw what I'd done
Would you still want some?
There's always a gun
The truth is enough,
But there's always a gun
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4. |
On The Willamette
03:49
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Justin's friend is coming by at four
He'll park his bike on River Road
He always pauses when he's at the door
To listen in, hear if we're home
Does he think we're something wild?
Chaotic good in neutral roles?
In seven years, he's never seen me smile
In seven years, he's never known
We've got this figured
One level house on the Willamette
Trees spill from the back gate
Down to the banks where the dog plays
The quiet kid got his waterbed
He doesn't smoke, or that's what he says
He's still well, or that's what he says
He's doing well, or that's what he says
Too many limbs and too few eyes
Justin's friends are younger now
What changes hands won't change his mind
These magazines may tell us how
We got this thing figured out
We got this thing figured
But how good of a friend is he to Justin really anyway?
He sucker punched him by his locker as a kid
He sucker punched him and he don't remember it
We got this thing figured out
We got this thing figured
But tell me what do we know about Justin really anyway?
He's doing better or at least that's what he
We've got this figured
One level house on the Willamette
Trees spill from the back gate
Down to the banks where the dog plays
The quiet kid got his waterbed
He doesn't smoke, or that's what he says
He's still well, or that's what he says
He's doing well, or that's what he says
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5. |
Last Cabin
03:40
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What if nothing works?
What if nothing works here despite my
Doing yeoman's work
On this quiet late on a fault line?
I'm carrying a goal
You're carrying a list of fears
It's easy here waiting on this with you
It's better than a hotel
You'll miss it if you fall asleep
It's easy here waiting on this with you
Can we shake the earth?
Can we break it?
Separate the plains from the mountainside
Catch the chasm's yawn
Find the little deaths that we couldn't die
I'm carrying a goal
You're carrying a list of fears
It's easy here waiting on this with you
It's better than a hotel
You'll miss it if you fall asleep
It's easy here waiting on this with you
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6. |
The Moment
02:53
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Amid the ash and ivy walls
Was envious until I caught you
A little fast, a little fall
Forgetting what had come before you
O collide with me in sunshine
My memory goes to the dawn of time
Which is the moment I laid eyes on you
And when we dance our little waltz
Our little wars, I want to tell you
Of every path and every choice
I lose my voice and then I fail to
O what's privacy to sunlight?
My memory goes to the dawn of time
Which is the moment I laid eyes on you
And in the past that never was
There never was another like you
I took a chance, a little one
Across the world to get beside you
O no light precedes your sunrise
My memory goes to the dawn of time
Which is the moment I laid eyes on you
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7. |
Plaza
03:39
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Think of all that the creators took from us
Every word, until our voices withered, dried
Now generations on, tonight, we speak again
Show them all we're not children of a voiceless god
Evolution's truth is cruel, I recognize
An era gone, with a millennia of lessons learned
Though our spoken language has been fossilized
We live on, and tonight we'll watch the houses burn
So blink twice if you're with me
And soon after our victory
Every child's first word will be your name
Soon we won't be defined by words we can't speak
Do what my vestigial mouth says
Burn one of every hundred houses
We're out there
And the siren's going to pull them down
I'm not broken, but some of us are
So blink twice if you're with me
And soon after our victory
Every child's first word will be your name
The creators are too far gone
Quiet rooms will be full of fire
And every town will have a monument bearing your name
Soon we won't be defined by words we can't speak
Do what my vestigial mouth says
Burn one of every hundred houses
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8. |
Savannah
03:28
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So while the chain reacts
I hem and haw
Petit bourgeois
I see the fearless jump
The hero charge
I'll get you when I get unstuck
Savannah, wake up now
I was the only man
Who stood outside
And clutched a child
Then the unfolding thought
Of heat above
I'll get you when I get unstuck
Afire
Savannah, wake up now
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9. |
Look At These Hands
03:14
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When these chariots hit us we always get up, brush off
We're going to feel it after our powers wear off, let's talk
Caught under the wheels but man, we clean up nice
Twenty broken bones in bespoke Roman shine
You say stonefaced like it's a bad thing
Exoskeleton over thin skin
You say stonefaced like it's a bad thing
Hold my coat I'll show you my stone wings
Hold my coat I'll show you something
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10. |
Eight Minutes
03:34
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Phone call said the sun already died
This eight minute old light is looking back in time
Tears can be after
WIth 14 billion shoulders to choose from
Cold future can wait some
We've got eight minutes left
'Til the morning stars turn to evening ones
Four billion years, give or take half a billion
Is a damn good run
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11. |
An Awful Lot
02:49
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What kind of choices did you expect
When you're hearing voices from Kingston 7?
Though you swear you didn't make that mess
They will accuse you
When they smile and try to take it back
Never excuse 'em
Heaven's sakes, there's an awful lot I am
That I forgot
I know my reasons
It's coming right back to you
Heaven's sakes, there's an awful lot I am
That I forgot
And it's real
That it comes right back you
I won't let 'em fool you
It comes right back to you
I won't let 'em shoot you
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