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Do or Die
04:46
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One try, do or die, tell me how to fortify my position filling in, killing the amphibians, wasting my oblivion
Now sigh cutie pie, what you wanna do is die, but there is a better way, don’t believe it when they say, there’s nothing left for you
Oh I find myself alone sometimes and I wish I wasn’t
But therein lies the lies of our time
Staring into the black box looking for my
Serotonin tithes
Son, tell ya what to do, time to learn a thing or two, firstly never need the pay, second never be afraid, lastly throw advice away
And so why you would choose passion over passion fruit, one will fill you up and then leave you burning at your ends, c’mon get real and
Oh I find myself alone sometimes and I wish I wasn’t
But therein lies the lies of our time
Staring into the black box looking for my
Serotonin tithes
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Spine
03:48
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Well a brain invented names and then it gave one to itself
Figured it should cause you pain, to keep you in good health
Justifies its judgments with a flurry of retreats
Tessellating memories, to get you what it eats
Oh, but you’re doing the right thing
Oh, with a spine full of lightning
And I know it’s easy, to marvel at ourselves
Eons of improvements have a certain kind of stealth
But maybe our brains are mostly the same, and not all that different from monkeys, just sayin’
That all it takes are a few good days and now you think the credit’s yours to take and say
Oh, but you're doing the right thing?
Oh, with a spine full of lightning?
Oh, how can you do the right thing?
Oh, with a spine full of lightning?
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3. |
Untidy
03:38
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Shoot your mouth at me
And I’ll introduce the reckoning
Comfortable and free
You should know by now what’s happening
So wash the sins of yesteryear
And I’ll pray to god that your sister hears
Cause I’ve already had seven beers
You know I’m easy, easy to influence
It's bottles emptied- women, what’s the difference
Call me shady can’t you hear the dissonance in that?
U N T I D Y, I see what you mean
D I R T Y liar, now I’m coming clean
Point your eyes at me
With the furrowed brows and the hazel ring
I know what you need
And you should know by now what’s happening
So watch the din of sevens clear
And I’ll beat the odds if you fight your fears
Cause I’ve already had a eleven beers
You know I’m easy, easy to separate
Into my physical and mental traits
And while there’s many more like me in all fifty united states
Why not stick with the one that you've got
U N T I D Y, I see what you mean
D I R T Y liar, now I’m coming clean
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4. |
All These Things
03:39
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I know times will go slow cause im draggin my feet to sleep
Three months is sitting on the floor, got a headache from Tiffany's
A nervous ticking and not from the clock, keeping my thoughts too weak
I'll unveil and hopefulyl trail your scent, 'cause it's sweet sweet sweet
And eons begin to creep, and I know that you would never have taken me if you didn't like what you see
Your taste is nice, I think you'll agree. And I'll show for once that I'm right where I need to be- praising your effigy
Not easy to be relaxed when you're all maxed out and running to the question
And I'm anxious for the answer, looking for a hand or maybe I'm liking the way I feel
Like I am working harder, I'm flowing anywhere there's water
Short some change but I'm getting taller and all these things I feel
Like I am swimming quickly, into the dark and out your left knee
I'm in, and I'm not very maybe and all of this is real
I wonder why it's so completed- twenty weeks but I'm not impeded
Hope to god that you never cheated and all these things I feel
Would be better if you would come with me, open up and show me those yellow teeth
I'll ignore and think you're pretty. It's easy when all these things I feel
Little box and it's in my pocket
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Everything, that you wanna do, is waiting here and tryna welcome you to arrive
But then in your mind, a wicked voice comes up from deep inside
Says everything that you’ll ever do, will never ever be good enough, and you shouldn’t try
And nothing ever good is gonna happen, always worse than it was before
Don’t be bothered tryna get happy, it’s true, oh it’s haunted us all
Well everything, that it’s telling you- the voice inside- is lies and plain untrue requite
The truth is your mind, is bent on self destruction- same as mine, but we gotta get
Out of this or nothing’s gonna happen, always the same as it was before
Everyone around you has a struggle but you, oh you wanted it all
And everyone you know is just a little bit nervous all the time
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6. |
All In
03:24
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And I can’t keep running out of my mind when you’re hauling
And I don’t know what you wanna decide, but I’m all in
And I know that I don’t need to say, but I will anyway, cause I think it’s better
If you and I keep tandem while, we are falling
And it’s hard to see how this’ll hit us in a day
But I know, I know now there’s no plan worth a damn and so
If you wanna get away from it all, I’ll call in
And I don’t know what you wanna decide, but I’m all in
And do I do, or do I let it go? For later on, and anyway well
One and one makes two but could it grow?
Just hold on a moment, I’ll be there in a day
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7. |
Like A Book
04:13
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Blue belies a sea who says red is right
Lonely as I could be and angrily polite
Make up your mind, sleep on the floor; change the design and rest a bit more
Cause I’m not stopping here
I’ll chip away until you crack, you nearly gave me a heart attack
Breaking out on me
If all the fish in the sea
Stuck out their neck for me
Waste it all on a pitiful dream
And all I’d have is more anxiety
Tumble back to your seat, and sit and think a while
Picture the faults in me, and find they’re just your style
Thunderous twist, dead on the scene, tomorrow old news in a magazine
A week and we’ll be trash
Unaligned with a bureaucrat, like ice cream sales and shark attacks
We’re just not quite the same, and wouldn’t it be strange
If all the fish in the sea
Stuck out their neck for me
I’d cut to the right, right to the green
Pull out the wires and shatter the screen
Cause all of the fish in the sea
Might have trouble to breathe
You give them a hand, you pass them a look
You’re still on the line for a similar hook
Cause I can read you like a book
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8. |
Wonky Eye
03:31
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I saw a man with a wonky eye running
He caught his wife drumming with another man
Said she went left but I was just frontin’
Cause she’s long been strumming in my guitar band
She’s freer in disguise and will whisper through laughter soon
“I think the coast is clear, let’s work on another tune”
I wanted to change her mind cause guilt is a regrettable hue
But her choruses were awfully sweet, so we started into verse number two
So the man with the wonky eye’s running
And no one says nothing yet he understands
Now the woman with the musical cunning
She’s lying there sunning while I take her hand
“I see it in your eyes, the rest of an afternoon-
But I think we gotta end this song.. feeling bad for the eponymous dude"
She laughed and then replied, “It’s like you’re lying on the floor
Feeling sorry for getting up”, I said that "I don’t think I understand the metaphor"
She said “how can you blame me for getting bored? I wanted to write something new
Wonky only covers songs, I wanted to write with you..”
“But listen to the rhymes, and melody millenia old.
Every chorus needs an end. I think it’s time you go solo.”
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9. |
The Flag's By The Window
03:12
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I wandered a while to wonder why a fleeting flip to the underside would spark such a feeling for the fist
The coffee cup in the morning mist, conjures terrors that shouldn’t exist at the hands of a length of cloth
I’m ripping the pieces, the pieces of paper, the paper folds into a crane with a staple
The samples a witness, a witness to cradles holding infants who will one day lose their jobs
The wicked will-you’s add up over time, and by all accounts you could lose your mind trying to add them one by one
Don’t tell me you thought you’re almost done, cause honey the fights only just begun
By god if you weren’t prepared for war
You might as well wave it, the flags by the window, there’s plenty of time left before the crescendo
And all of the people you’ve tried to befriend well they know how this one ends and lets just say that I hope you don’t mind the color red
So why make a point when you could refuse and make them beg for what you’ve got to lose
Give them a choice and you know they’ll choose to take your life for the evening news
So why say what you mean when you could infer the only two things I've ever learned:
Keep your mouth shut before you’re burned and keep my body next to her’s
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10. |
Crawl
04:42
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Time won’t slow down for your ass
I don’t think you move that fast
Take it off and see how long you last with a little pressure on the line
I don’t see what’s strange about this
No I don’t see what’s strange about this
Maybe there’s another kind
Not anymore
Maybe you have yet to find what you’re looking for
Maybe I don’t know the truth- That’s alright
Maybe I have yet to see you, and you’re everything
Time will see me at the bar
I don’t think you’ll get that far
Shake it off and twist a shooting star for a little luck and wonder why
I don’t see what’s strange about this
No I don’t see what’s strange about this
Maybe there’s another kind
Not anymore
Maybe you have yet to find what you’re looking for
Maybe I don’t know the truth- That’s alright
Maybe I have yet to see you, and you’re everything
And I don’t see what’s strange about this
I don’t see what’s strange about this
No I don’t see what’s strange about this
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11. |
Keep Warm
04:35
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I plant my feet for a winter day
You don’t call so I don’t stay
And I can’t afford what you’re already paid
But I’m hoping you can beg for my pardon,
Anyway
I keep my house cold, but it keeps me warm
A wait is an hour and a pain in the arms
The winter will come and drop the sun by a third
Snow will swallow the streets and add a foot to the curb
We could play the game but I think I would lose
Cause when I’ve got a choice I don’t know what to choose
And see, you always seem to get what you want
And snow obscures what you can see, but you’re late and the lot is free
So you park just doing your best, based on all the others around
But then the sun peeks over the trees, and melts away the sheet
And suddenly you’ve parked like an asshole, over a line that you couldn’t see
Log on, brain off, pass the hours by, time heals until you keel over and die
What will you do now, caught up in the storm? Set yourself on fire to keep the others warm
This curse won’t lift, I feel it in my bones, shut out the noise with a casio tone
Too late, you’re born, keep warm and go, why did you ever think that you could do this alone?
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The music of Kevin Mealey and his talented friends
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