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Sitting on graves I look up and mourn the stars
I'm pretty sure they do the same
I'm looking for the one named Andronicus
I blow a kiss to the ones that loved us
On park benches for the dead
I stare at the wilting flowers and wonder who gets paid to water them
I no longer feel dead inside
I never could understand the feeling
Park benches for the dead
Sitting on graves I see mausoleums
I'm curious if they know how lucky they are
to have four walls to themselves
I know many who would kill for the privilege
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Why everyone's sad
02:49
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Maybe a bird carrying a message from some far-away place
Maybe a picture of some caged up smiles could do the trick
Would you like to dance over the internet?
With my hand outstretched, I watch you do the same!
Did you know there's words below you?
Did you know there's words hanging above you?
Maybe a book, but there's too many characters
Maybe my work could distract me. But
Would you like to dance over the internet?
With my hand outstretched, I watch you do the same!
Would you like to dance over the internet?
Would you like to dance with everyone at once?
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A mirror
01:48
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You've been writing poetry the same way you'd write a speech
You know what they want to hear so you say it a heartbeat
You tell your life story like it's an apology
Dominating narrative of a recurring bad dream
The one place you tell the truth is on a dollar bill
Pay it forward 'till it's gone
A song is like a mirror that's why I don't write songs
Like a winking narrator, I don't want to play god
A model with his shirt off told me I should just find a job
Where I can just be myself and feel as dumb as a rock
The one place I tell the truth is on a dollar bill
Pay it forward 'till it's gone
I know what god looks like he's in the videos
Of the very angry mob
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Rat on the keys
02:34
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Mouse on the tracks, the trains are coming fast. Go easy on the guy who points and laughs.
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Molly dressed as Marx
03:58
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Even at Earth's last retirement party
We couldn't help from fighting
Because the woman of honor
lives by the library card
and Molly's dressed as Marx
The news dissemination said the world is a place where
God gets his ducks in a row
and we sit around until someone says goose
It's party city so here's a drink
to this Absolut nightmare
We live like hermits in our shells
Some people don't have shells!
So wait 'till we get home
to say something stupid
Wise behind your ears
just like that party trick
that you use on kids
but I'm not a kid (in a sense)
I've been finding wise in every direction
North, East, South, Birds fly west
To get away from this shit
The store bought costumes
The dance hits of our youth
The news dissemination said "The world is a place where
eggs hatch up on high
and we're too far from mama bird
to hear her cry"
It's party city so here's a drink
to this Absolut nightmare
We live like hermits in our shells
Some people don't have shells!
It's party city so here's a drink
to this Absolut nightmare
We live like hermits in our shells
Some people don't have shells!
Or the chance
to hatch
or wait 'till we get home
to say something stupid.
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The play
02:48
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I was cast in the play as a soldier
Everyone groaned because I'm the type of actor
to sit upside down on the couch
and let it all go to my head
And what came to me as I watched the TV screen
was the grand concept of military strategy
And it felt right to be so expendable
Hanging upside down
When I stood up I was dizzy but honorable
My back was straighter than it had ever been
But I could no longer face the wall
And everyone stared like I was sick
After my performance, they handed me a medal
That I decided felt wrong to wear
I placed it in a suitcase
and have carried it with me ever since
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Everyone knows the light of a TV screen
It's showing us lies, reflecting our lives long after its been turned off
Everyone knows the light of a disco ball
I'm pretty sure it knows all.
Watching the dark corners
No one knows the light of a rising sun
Because after it sets we tend to forget it's coming back
I've heard it said that fire dances
The dances of our youth
I've learned all the moves
With murky water, you play the glasses
and it sounds so good.
The dance hits of our youth
Everyone knows the glow embers
Showing that it's both trying and dying.
I've heard it said that fire dances
The dances of our youth
I've learned all the moves
With murky water, you play the glasses
and it sounds so good.
The dance hits of our youth
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Plum
02:40
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Holding you is like holding a plum in my palm
You showed me what red was
A color can be a shining light
or a deep deep scar
Saw you cross the hallway in a mirror
The one I wrote you about
I fill pages with myself
to know myself is to know you
You turn my hands into stone
upturned, fingers open
Every bruise and blemish
the mark of your creation
Upturned, fingers open
Saw one of us in a river
The one you wrote me about
The waste and the current
made it hard to tell
Red river
Plum, stone combined
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The ocean of my eye
04:50
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Like those two masks you wear
in your two states
Pennsylvania and Jersey are flooded
According to you, we're all gonna drown
So why not bring them down with us?
You're a century-old cog
that kept turning out of self-hate
You drunk sent me your pigeon
And it arrived late
But it was out of love!
At least it felt that way
So I tied around a dollar bill
and sent it on its way
Thank god we can't fly
I like you far away
You are the ocean of my eye
and swim in them every day
I feel like I could die knowing
what you're really like
Writing from my island
I use an old fashioned way
A message a soda can
I threw it to the waves
It floated past the buildings
and the parking garage housing
We're on two sides of this thing
with a puddle in our way
Thank god we can't fly
I like you far away
You are the ocean of my eye
and swim in them every day
I feel like I could die knowing
what you're really like
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On April 9th 1998 I was murdered
Death sentence, silver necklace, the gold standard
I'm grieving myself and the time
before I was alive and the time
I stood on trial and all I got was this funny way I walk
Coming down the aisle, I'm just the laughing stock.
Something to mock.
Because no one told me
the courtroom's just a big surprise party
22-years half-dead
Hey, that's not so bad
I'd take the plead deal! I'd take what I can get!
I stood on trial and all I got was everything I want
But on the bible, I told lies I rolled my eyes
On april 9th 1998 I was born
I was born to run.
Just like the sun I'm gonna burn out
Designed obsolescence.
Death sentence, silver necklace, the gold standard.
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