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Uprooted, Part I
02:44
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I was a wooden house and you were a tornado
As such you did what a tornado ought to naturally do
And how you come as fast as you can certainly go
The wreckage left behind I don’t find half as beautiful
And this is not the way that I intended it to be
Though we must not forget how exciting tornadoes can be
Tossing cars and uprooting trees
Without much wait you dissipated, what a mess you left behind
I am some splintered boards, I am the dust of broken remains
The trace of a foundation suddenly been rearranged
Scattered around with bricks and broken glass- all that’s left of my frame
And I sit huddled in the corner with a flashlight
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2. |
Bad, Bad News
03:34
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You say, “Send ‘em all away!”
You say, “Hey, man, go get a job!”
Talk about problems and you clutter the day
With talk about problems
You don’t know shit about anyway
You love bad, bad news
That bad, bad news
The person who died you don’t know you saw on TV
Your only relation to her is geography
Still I gotta hear about your fake sympathy
Mourning a person that yesterday
You flipped off driving down the street
You love bad news
This bad, bad news
A world full of problems, they tell ya
A world full of hate, they show ya
A world full of dangerous children’s toys,
of theft and disease and assault and rape
A tiny world in a slanted scope,
ie: a world without AIDS
A media neutered by sponsorship
With no balls to say any fucking thing
It’s bad, bad news
And you love it
It's bad news and there's no excuse
You say, “Did you see the news today?”
You say, “Hey, man, I’m just doin’ my job.”
These petty problems and this constant need to complain
Well I’ll shoot the messenger- POW! POW!
And I’ll piss on his grave- oh shit now!
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3. |
Missing
03:41
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Well I don’t know what’s wrong with me
But ending here is where I keep on
Ending up and with no sleep
Oh, is that so? Is it just me?
Well, you might know me
Better than me
Yeah, you might know
A thing or…no
Traveling so far and wide
So far inside my narrow mind
I let it slip, now change the slide
Another place or frame of mind
Well, He just might see
Something in me
Or He might be
Just hopes and dreams
...on what could be
What could we be?
What does this mean?
What’s wrong with me?
…on what could be
What could we be?
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4. |
Postcards
04:12
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I have your letter unwritten
The words are somewhere in my mind
Maybe some day I could still write you
But then it’d always be behind
When the sky turned to yellow
And we hid from the rain
I could feel myself tremble as I
Looked at the bullet and I questioned the stain
I watch the world through a window
A film made of blurry visions
And every town that we pass through
Is another I’d like to live in
Ascending through unfamiliar
Tiny roads climbing mountains
This house is just like a tree-fort
It’s always raining when you live in the clouds
Passing miles of cornfields
One hundred miles of grapevines
And there again is a billboard
Enough to leave me with sore eyes
A giant statue of Jesus
And I’m surrounded by churches
Next to a triple-x megaplex complex
I guess they all serve their purpose
Another unwritten postcard
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5. |
Wilmington
02:26
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I met a man today
He asked me for a light
I had to turn him down even though I thought he was polite
Woke up in the morning
And I swear it was last night
I stopped to take a look around and found that not a thing was right
And so I, I took a ride down to, to Carolina
Cost me every dime I had and more but I can’t say I mind
Well I woke up in a rest stop in the middle of the night
I tried to take a look up to the sky, was blinded by the light
And I thought, I’ve never seen the stars
Upon the canvas of true
Night is always covered by our artificial lights
Conversations incomplete
And looking back now I can see that
There was a time when I, I could be certain
That there was something important inside of me
Now how much time does it take to be a person
Who has lost the drive and lives in memories?
In the quest for eternal life
You will discover that you have lived so much less
Than if you spend your entire life
Finding ways to cross the line and stare down death
Sentences that fall apart
Before our lips can mouth the start
In the quest for eternal life
You will discover that you have lived so much less
Than if you spent your entire life
Finding ways to cross the line and stare down death
I cross the line, I’m on the wrong side of the road
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This fire
It doesn't burn in me quite the way it ought
It's barely burning inside me at all
It should be tearing away at these walls
It should be melting the insides of me
It's hard to swallow
To digest, to breathe
We're in
The eye of a storm that's been raging for years
Soon enough I'll be returning with rain
And it keeps on falling to wash far away
What's left of the ash that remains of that flame
This is...we are
The product of good times corrupted
And I have been drowning in this flood for days
While you have been locked up inside of yourself
This water boils a fiery hell
I can't stop the current from pulling me out
Then on the horizon I see
An aura surrounding your face
A glimpse of you fading away
With a halo of colors around you
And I try and swim back to shore
I'm fighting to swim back to shore
I'm too weak to fight anymore
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Today was the worst day I’ve had in awhile
And being an adult feels like a childish
Thing to be proud of when that’s all you have
And nothing you plan for seems within your grasp
Seeing you made me happy at first
Till I finally realized it makes you feel worse
Now there’s something about this whole goddamn thing
Makes me feel worthless, makes me want to scream
Oh no
Sitting next to my window staring outside
Wasting my time in this place, losing my mind
'Cause there isn’t an ocean within fifty miles
And even the air here, tastes stale and unkind
The coastline is moving South, it knows where to go
The earth beneath this house is leaving this town for good
It won’t be returning, it knows where to be
Eventually all of this will fall to the sea
Oh no
Because you can’t fight the ocean, you can’t stop a wave
All you can do is just give in and let it
Take you, embrace it pulling you under
At one point we all have made our home in the water
So drag me out to sea, bury me in a reef
Let it sweep me away, disappear in the waves
Out in the ocean, erode me to sand
Take me back home again
Out in the ocean
Turn me to sand
Take me back home again
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8. |
Tired
03:06
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Tired and bored
That makes me boring
And I don’t think that I want to change
Don’t want to wait
Don’t want to forget
I’m better this way
Tired and hurt
Burned out on Bukowski
And drinking myself to an end
No point
No worth
Say you care and I’ll know you’re pretending
You make me whole
You know, you make me
You say you know that you don’t know
And you know it means nothing to know
But if there’s a lot that you don't know
Then you got a bit more than you know
And you’ll never know what you will be
If you will it don’t mean it will be
"Cause the future won’t be what we see
Because you can’t control what you can’t be
Letting go of the past isn’t easy
But it’s a task you can achieve, see
What matters isn’t the past
What does is just what you have right now
It’s easy to hurt
More easy to worry
Will anything good ever last?
“There’s got to be more,”
You say so unsure
Of the faith that you have in that fact
No time to waste
But no need to hurry
If you focus ahead then too fast
Will time
Be unraveling
So dream of yourself where you are
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9. |
Running Circles
05:13
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My head is running circles…
My head is running circles as I walk around this town
This half a town, a ghost of what was once a busy milling old town
Imagining how industry still seemed at peace and as a piece
of the economy, and vitally, then suddenly moved overseas
Now nothing’s left but memories in skeletons of these broken buildings
My head is running circles…
My head is running circles as I walk around this lake
And thinking how my life right back to birth has been a series of mistakes
It’s no conspiracy- no vanity inside of me is breeding that insanity
I see the bleak reality
It’s always only just been me meandering through everything
I write these thoughts out page by page
It doesn’t matter what I say
You draw your own conclusions
Make your interpretations
I speak my thoughts upon a stage
It doesn’t matter what I say
You draw your own conclusions
Make your interpretations
My head is running circles and the dizziness might make me puke
Oh, why the hell does this always seem to happen every time I see you?
My head is running circles…
The headaches, the heartaches
My head aches, my head is-
My head is running circles
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10. |
Tompkins Square
03:12
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Oh my, son, you have grown
And how little you know
About what you have left
There’s no fixing this mess
Without some renewal
I don’t wish your funeral
We will fill in this nest
With all that you have left behind
In due time
Do what you must do
Go on, I trust you
I’ll always remember
The nights that we spent just
Laid outstretched on the van
At four in the a.m.
With grass stains on our knees
From playing hide and seek
In city parks after dark
I found you in the playground
Hiding from me
Or was it something
So much more frightening
You couldn’t tell me
I know you’ll remember
The times that we’ve spent just
Late out nights on our bikes
The rooftops, the streetlights
That lit up the concrete
Where we’d lay in the street
Or empty lots after dark
I found myself those nights
More than just memories
These are a part of me
Do what you must do
Go on, I trust you
Go for it!
Go for it!
Go for it!
Go forth
Don’t wait till winter
While it’s still September
You won’t live forever
I know you’ll remember me, friend
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11. |
Atmosphere
04:34
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You stood at the edge of the world and then jumped off,
swam around through space until you found the next drop off.
Curiosity led you past any map and beyond hope;
no chance, no thought of ever turning back
and you're running out of air...
You stood at the eighth wonder of the world and then thought how,
no one has seen it yet, who needs to?
You could settle there if you tore it down.
Individualist, ignorance led to this
but to say you're intentions were no good?
Not true! Not good enough!
Nothing is for you!
You can't help it so burn it into the air.
Singe the atmosphere...
You swear you didn't know?
You knew.
You know what you want to say but you don't say a thing
because you don't know what it means.
You swear you didn't know?
You knew.
You think it's all a joke?
Well ha ha ha...
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12. |
No Flag
04:52
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I’m not free inside a country
I can see that train a-comin'
And no flag I live under
Ain’t no flag bring back my brother
I will be shot dead runnin'
And I can see that white light comin'
I don’t mean to be grumblin'
But I can see the State’s a-crumblin'
I’m runnin' away
I don’t know the way
I don’t know to where
You and me, aren’t we somethin'?
Always be missing somethin'
Darlin', please know this one thing
You will be with me always
But I’m runnin' away
And I don’t know the way
And I don’t know to where
Every border is another wall
Every flag divides us all
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13. |
Magnolia
07:35
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...and the ocean at night
With no light your senses heighten
And we can pretend we’ll fly
Under the ocean, over the sky
I’ve had enough talk of enough time
I see now what I’ve had all along
Take me out to a cliff-side
And we can watch the sun rise
And with you by my side
Well I think finally I could die happy
We don’t have long
We’ve got now
We don’t need much
We’ve got love
And it’s not about what you've done
And it’s not about where you’ve been
And it’s not about what you say
And it's not about what you never had a chance to
And it’s not about what you own
And it’s not about where you'll be
And it’s not about what you’ve lost
It’s all about just being right here right now!
We don’t have long
We’ve got now
We don’t need much
We’ve got love
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