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Rudderless
04:27
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Rudderless
I'm rudderless but I'm on dry land
And I'm loving all this sun and sand
Maybe I'm too shuffled up to join the band
But all this working hard is hardly working
And I'm wrapped around the axle again
I used to sing for my supper but now I'm starving
And if failure is an actual thing
Then surrender just may come to be my new exit plan
If I'm a scattershot then you're a bird in hand
How does it matter much when you lack a plan?
You say I’m stumbling while you're trying to dance
But your goddamn stubbornness has such a great attention span
And I'm wrapped around the axle again
Just watching the wheels with hypnotic chagrin
And my ripcord is caught on the wing
This whiplash merry-go-round is rockin' me to sleep
Well I'm rudderless but I'm on dry land
And I'm loving all the sun and sand
And I'm wrapped around the axle again
I’ve lost all connection to my motivation
And since failure is an actual thing
then survival just may come to be my new exit plan
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This Big House (Revisited)
This big house is gonna make you lose your mind
This big house is gonna do it to you every time
Every time I open a door
There’s a room I’ve never seen before
Every time turn my head
The furniture rearranged itself
In this old house you'll lose your mind
This big house will do it every time
Every time I fall asleep
I’m awoken by the strangest dreams
And every time I hear a sound
I cover my head and I hit the ground
In this old house you'll lose your mind
This big house will do it every time
Can you feel the eyes inside her walls?
Feel the breath whirling through her antique halls
Under the weight of her ceilings
The windows are slowly darkening
This big house is gonna make you lose your mind
Every time I talk out loud
Something tells me to keep it down
And when I try to step outside
The door slams shut and is locked up tight
In this old house you'll lose your mind
This big house will do it every time
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The Grindstone
02:24
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The Grindstone
We're living out our days like children's toys
All wound up and half annoyed
Good little girls and boys
I've tried so hard to make amends
With all the worthless time we're forced to spend
Toiling
It's gonna get us in the end
Still we're working like a bunch of tools
Will we ever get the break that was promised soon?
You know the day will come we 're set aside
All used up and broke open wide
How we tried for a slice of the pie
Still I just can't seem to understand
The rewards and the punishments
When does our happiness land?
It's gonna get you in the end
Still you're climbing like a bunch of fools
Will you ever get the fix that they promised you?
Was it worth the trade we made
Our best years for a moment in the shade?
With all of those aches and pains
The grindstone only spins in place
First it takes your nose and then your face
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Lost In The Woods (Again)
Still shuffling through the debris the next explosion is inevitable
They say the limits and the boundaries we impose on ourselves are merely theoretical
Trying to whittle down infinity is like trying to wave away the air
Or to wake up in the morning after falling through your dreams
Unsure if you'll ever land
We are lost in the woods and I keep searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
They say the obstacles we face are merely symptoms of the baggage we keep
Don't it kinda make you wanna grab em' by the throat and hold em' under
'till you're sure they'll never breathe again?
Tryin' to whittle down infinity is like trying to water-down a stream
Or to wake up in the morning holding onto all the things that you found in your dreams
I'm lost in your song and I can't find the beat
It seems the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the street
We are lost in the woods and I've been searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
Take me home... take me home...
Nobody says this path would be a piece of cake
I'll go back to being lonely you go back to making stupid mistakes
I am lost in your song and I keep losing the beat
Seems the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the street
We are lost in the woods and I've been searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
Take me home… take me home... take me home...
Take me home... take me home... take me home...
Take me home... take me home... take me home...
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From the Wreckage
04:03
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From the Wreckage
Lately time and distance seems like a terrible joke
Every night we're hanging on the jailhouse phone
While the world outside is melting down the flowers are in bloom
I swear that someday we'll be standing in the same room
Somewhere in these strange times we're living
We found each other in the wreckage and debris
Who knew the end of the world could taste so sweet?
Gently locked in orbit, through the ether we spin
Though the distance is closing the wait is harrowing
You came to me in a vision; I've seen you many times before
But we were in different stories so you slipped a key under my door
Into these strange times we're living
Our weary hearts somehow picking up speed
Strewn to the ends of the earth by uncertainty
Such strange times to live in
We pulled each other from the wreckage and debris
Who knew the end of the world would taste so sweet?
Taste so sweet... taste so sweet
Still I wake with a smile all alone in a cell
Knowing all of the while you're here with me still
Here with me still...
In these strange times we're living
Our weary hearts somehow picking up speed
Strewn to the ends of the earth by uncertainty
Such strange times to live in
We pulled each other from the wreckage and debris
Who knew the end of the world would taste so sweet?
Taste so sweet... taste so sweet
Chords: Key (A =1 / F#m = 6m)
Vs: |: 6m 1 4 4 :|
Chr: |: 4 1 5 5 :| 2m7 6m7 5 5 |
Chr Tag: |: 4 1 5 5 :|
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Magnetic Feilds
04:54
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Magnetic Fields
We Both stepped in and held on and then burst open wide
Exploding stars are helpless, the edges are always undefined
And now I'm turning wrenches far from what needs fixing
Your world contained no fences full of beauty and suffering
Still I'm waiting for the color to return to the scenery
Your allure is pulverizing, absorbing light and slowing time
Just how could I brace for impact in the garden of your poor design?
Still I'm waiting for the color to return to the scenery
My desperate words a bleeding fever while you'd collapse then disappear
Your rising sparks would gather motion, illuminating the dogs drawn to your fear
On this lonely trail between us I watch my shadow drag a busted crutch
The only rules of love and battle to ask for nothing is to ask too much
With magnetic fields still pulsing, bending circles from broken lines
We were only seeking shelter
While all roads are simply searching for a place to die
Still we're waiting for the colors to return to the scenery
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Lost in the Woods
04:26
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Lost In the Woods
Shuffling through the debris the next explosion is inevitable
The limits and the boundaries we impose on ourselves are merely theoretical
Trying to whittle down infinity it's like trying to wave away the air
Or to wake up in the morning after falling through your dreams
Unsure if you'll ever land
We are lost in the woods and I keep searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
They say the obstacles we face are merely symptoms of the baggage we keep
Don't it make you wanna grab em' by the throat and hold em' under
'till you're sure they'll never breath again?
Trying to whittle down infinity it's like trying to water-down a stream
Or to wake up in the morning holding onto all the things that you found in your dreams
I'm lost in your song but I can't find the beat
I think the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the street
We are lost in the woods and I'vm still searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
Take me home...
Nobody said this path would be a piece of cake
I'll go back to being lonely you go back to making stupid mistakes
I'm lost in your song and I can't find the beat
I think the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the streets
We are lost in the woods and I'm still searching your face
All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place
Take me home…
Take me home...
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The General Store
03:55
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The General Store
They've got furniture and ammo, candy and flannel
There's 34 people in this town and they all love guns
Lawnmower gears and sandals, coffee brandy handles
There ain't much holding them together but work and fun
In the middle of the woods you find a general store
Selling everything that you could ever ask for
They sell dirty magazines, cigarettes and bedsheets
There's 34 people left and they all have needs
There's brands of food you've never heard of, greeting cards to send love
Everybody here misses somebody that had to leave
In the middle of the woods you find a general store
You can buy the fish or you can buy the fishing lure
You can find anything you want at the general store
If you know to ask they know how to score at the general store
Brutal honesty, twisted humor, gossip-mill spinning rumors
Around the lunch counter and it's aways the same old fools
They got Band-Aids and bug spray; jumper cable and shoelace
Even they can look around the place and see something new
Out in the middle of the woods you find a general store
You can buy the tire or you can buy the whole damn car
You can find anything you want at the general store
If you know to ask they know how to score at the general store
Under a mountain of bric-à-brac is a TV with a fat back
They sold you almost everything you own
And before you buy the buy the farm they're gonna sell you the stone
Before you buy the buy the farm they're gonna sell you the stone
Before you buy the buy the farm they're gonna sell you the stone
At the general store
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