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Outdo Your God
00:42
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Lost Weekend
03:49
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Lost Weekend
We’ve got no direction plans or intentions
Just a fridge full of beer and food
And all the time in the world
To do what we want to do
Unplug the phone close the windows
Nobody knows we are here
Shit could hit the fan
If certain people had an idea
It’s all right, it’s okay – no need to feel guilty
It’s all right, it’s okay – we just lost the weekend
Somewhere along the way
Family Guy on the TV throw back some brewskis
Just another night of feeling fine
We’re just two old friends
Catching up on old times
We danced through the kitchen in no condition
Time moved so easy and slow
But we drew a line and
Over it we did not go
Lost Weekend – We’ll do anything that we want to
Lost Weekend – We’ll do anything that we want to
It’s all right, it’s okay – no need to feel guilty
It’s all right, it’s okay – we just lost the weekend
Somewhere along the way
Our little secret I’m sure we can keep it
If the song don’t give too much away
I’ll just bite back the smile
Whenever I see you again
It’s all right, it’s okay – no need to feel guilty
It’s all right, it’s okay – we just lost the weekend
Somewhere along the way
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3. |
The Fear
03:35
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The Fear
Got to stop trying so hard to make it work
Cannot be afraid to find out where it hurts
From the other side I can plainly see
All the walls that I have built inside of me
Oh trouble, you hold your gun up to my brain
The fear is like a virus it survives in many strains
Like a quicksand struggle and all I can do to breathe
It’s up to my neck though it started at my feet
I cower in my misery, will no one lend a hand?
The sleep it is winning and all I taste is sand
Oh trouble, you hold your gun up to my brain
The fear, it makes you shut up and look the other way
I ain’t gonna be who you want me to be
I’m no longer gonna feed this negativity
The pattern is changing but only in ups and downs
And I’m going crazy, for in the framework I’m still bound
Still no recollection of how I landed here
Then you feel them reach out, the comforting hands of fear
Oh trouble, holds the gun up to your brain
The fear is like a bible, crushing you with every page
Oh trouble, holds the gun up to your brain
But only you can pull the trigger to do all the damage
I ain’t gonna be who you want me to be
I hate all the thoughts that occur to me
I am no longer afraid to lose control
You’ve got to be yourself or else be like every other lost soul
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4. |
Empty Sidewalks
03:57
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Empty Sidewalks
I wish I had left a long time ago
I wish I had never tried
To unravel any meaning
From the emptiness inside
I wish I’d believed there was something else
Than the world you carried up upon your feet
Now I’m left with sidewalks
And there aren’t any streets
Walking on empty sidewalks, searching with empty eyes
How this world will make you wonder
Before you make your move
Then your left empty handed
And the man beside you has too much food
How I wish I knew
What this world was coming to
I’m left with too many options
But not a goddamn thing to lose
Walking on empty sidewalks, searching with empty eyes
I’m gonna find my way…
You know I’m gonna find my way
It’s so hard to move when you don’t want to
And find the strength to wrestle with your will
Happiness it only brings you down
The pain it only keeps you still
I might try one of these mornings
To raise my aching head up off your floor
But I know that when I turn to go
You’re only gonna please me with more
Walking on empty sidewalks, searching with empty eyes
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Miss Miserable
04:49
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Miss Miserable
You are so damned miserable it’s rolling off your skin
Cauterize them bloody eyes and sew up your eyelids
Lines of red they frame your face, you’re sharpening the void
You’ve one more chance to make amends your life’s a broken…
Your life’s a broken toy
Miss Miserable
It’s hard to make your day come true when darkness swallows you
Don’t tear apart what you start you’ll rip yourself in two
We’re out to get a piece of you, that world you know will fall
Happiness is just a lie to crush the weak and small
Oh, Miss Miserable
Voices calling, shadows trace the winds
Nighttimes enlighten, lose yourself again
Oh, Miss Miserable, won’t you climb out of your hole
Oh, Miss Miserable, won’t you bury your dead soul
You are so damned miserable it’s rolling off your skin
Cauterize them bloody eyes and sew up your eyelids
Miss Miserable
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6. |
Lines of Red
02:06
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Lines of Red
If you don’t stop me right now I’m gonna leave
You ain’t never gonna find another quite like me
I can’t stand to watch you slowly disappear
Forever hold your peace or speak up my dear
Who are you?
When these walls whisper to me they wear your face
And I can’t stand to watch you slowly disintegrate
Still I long to live inside your heart your soul
If you don’t stop me right now I’m gonna go
Who are you?
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7. |
Stonewalled
04:47
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Stonewalled
Searching for the words so elusive and withdrawn
I had something to tell you all and now I fear it’s gone
Stone wall in my head again
The inspiration disappears with the touch down of my pen
So easy she comes and goes
Whispers her songs from deep in your shadows
So easy she comes and goes
When she’ll be around again nobody knows
Oh, I chased that devil through the details when I lunged he slipped away
I stalked him though the black and white now he’s hiding in the gray
Stone wall in my head again
Oh, I’m just standing here looking dumb what the hell was I thinking
So easy she comes and goes
Whispers her songs from deep in your shadows
So easy she comes and goes
When she’ll be around again nobody knows
You can ride the train of thought or swim that stream of consciousness
In the end the road still piles high nouns, verbs, and adjectives
Stone wall in my head again
One moment all is crystal clear and the next one I’m snowed in
So easy she comes and goes
Whispers her songs from deep in your shadows
So easy she comes and goes
When she’ll be around again nobody knows
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8. |
Two Wine Glasses
03:51
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Two Wine Glasses
My young lady come to me turn the lamp down low
One taste will save me; the vinyl’s popping, the wheel turns slow
I've got two wine glasses and one bottle
My young lady I come to you not a thing in tow
And so much lately I’ve traveled far not a thing to show
But I’ve got two wine glasses and one bottle
Two wine glasses and one bottle
Don’t you feel like tonight was made for only us?
I felt the tilt of the world slow down the eternal tidal rush
My young lady come to me turn the lamp down low
So much lately I’ve traveled far not a thing to show
But I’ve got two wine glasses and one bottle
Two wine glasses and one bottle
Don’t you feel like tonight was made, made for only us?
I felt the tilt of the world slow down the eternal tidal rush
I’ve been drinking alone for a long, long time
I’ve been sleeping alone….
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9. |
Gone So Long
00:58
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Gone So Long
Hey it’s me, and I’ve been gone so long, well I’ve been gone so long….
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10. |
What Works
04:45
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What Works
I am a man I fuck with what works
Piece by piece I’ll disassemble my world
The forces of habit leave no will to resist
Though the cycle continues to spin emptiness
Maybe it’s pride or jealousy
That harbors the weight that’s residing in me
But the jury is in the judgment’s been passed
The gavel’s been dropped on my castle of glass
Do you believe you can outdo perfection?
Do you believe you can outdo your god?
You are woman you fuck with what works
Your boredom and comfort always comes first
Save up your grief, compile a list
You’d trade in your dreams for your own hopelessness
Life it gets messy, the cleanup ain’t free
This I regard with most certainty
So keep some distance from your back to the wall
And don’t let the aftermath pay for it all
You are the one you are my queen
You’re beyond everyone that’s ever mattered to me
You are the one a tangible dream
And I’ll trade it all in for my stupidity
Love, you are my dream
We are human and we fuck with what works
Self-destruction is our guaranteed course
We play with the future ignore the past
Every new great achievement turns an old bridge to ash
This is your life from here I resign
Don’t let your selfishness impose on mine
When you chase your desire from one tree to the next
I’ll no longer be following you with a ladder and net
Do you believe you can outdo perfection?
Do you believe you can outdo your god?
Do you believe you can outdo perfection?
Do you believe you can outdo your god?
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Fell Into Place
I met an old friend, it must be years or more
I met an old friend, it must be years or more
That age old smile, runs deeper than before
I’d give it all to go back, when we were laughing true
I’d give it all to go back, when we were laughing true
Now it’s so easy to cry, I’m still in love with you
I don’t know where I’m going, don’t recognize my face
I don’t know where I’m going, don’t recognize my face
The moment I saw you, my world fell into place
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