1. |
Eraser
02:48
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Grab a pencil from my case
I use to scribble out your face
Cracking down on the carton clash
And the MLB
It was only just an act
Till I removed my cataracts
It was foggy, I was blind
But now I see
Flip it to the other end
Remember When you were my friend?
Flip it to the other side
The thespian in you has lied
I erase her, from my mind
My eraser
Pink and soft and poroussey
It makes me cry like Morrissey
Wooden shaving full of led
A thespian like you plays dead
I Erase her
But I didn’t even think
You can’t erase what’s left in ink
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2. |
Socrates
04:03
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I’m no cardiologist
But I must assume, I must insist
That she broke my heart
I am no astronomer
But I’d name the stars right after her
Cause she (like a big black hole) would tear them all apart
Should’ve picked my poison from the star
Hemlock’s hard to reach from miles apart
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I’ll travel near, and travel yonder
I’m not lost
Get a higher education
Adam Smith and Wealth of Nations
Going back to Boston
Should’ve picked my poison from the star
Hemlock’s hard to reach from miles apart
I am not the one for her
As she is not for me
I’ve been reading Socrates
And what it means to be
Singin’
So so so so so so Socrates
So so so so so so so so so so so so
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3. |
You Don't Talk Much...
04:16
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You don’t talk much
But I know it’s a burden
When your actions speak louder than words
And you’re hurtin
I don’t know you
But I know how it feels
When you’re keeping your cool
When you’re keeping it real
I’m not one to disagree with philosophy
But when there’s thought against you, and words against me I get mad
I’m not one to come to terms with catastrophe
When there’s still the worst to see of who you wanted to be
Ain’t that sad?
I don’t talk much
When my thoughts are too loud
When you’re taking your bricks
And you’re blocking me out
You don’t know me
You don’t have the impression
For here is my treaty
And here’s my succession
I’m not one to disagree with philosophy
But when there’s thought against you, and words against me I get mad
I’m not one to come to terms with catastrophe
When there’s still the worst to see of who you wanted to be
Ain’t that sad?
Oh no! It’s in her name
For whom she shall conquer and what she shall gain
It’s just a shame, just a shame, just a shame
Oh no! It’s been decayed
I’m no broken record, but God, I’ve been played
I’ve been played, I’ve been played, I’ve been played
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4. |
Boxer
03:17
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Every morning, wake up at the crack of dawn
Power washing, whack the weeds, mow the lawn
Scoliosis hurts my spine, hurts my back
Pull a Rocky on my way to a six pack
I try to tell my body that a circle’s just a shape
Go and teach myself karate just to keep from going ape
Fight myself right up to speed
Fight just like Apollo Creed
Put me in a different seed
Every evening, lay my head at the brink of dusk
Flee the future have a fear of Elon Musk
Halitosis in my teeth in my gums
During Recess we can wrestle with our thumbs
I try to tell my body that a square has even sides
Fight like Quentin Tarantino just to keep myself alive
Take your cake, I’ll keep the icin’
Fight just like my man Mike Tyson
What a beautiful Bison
Just a lisp of a man
Don’t know many people with a habit of playing clean
Wishbone breaking hormones for a steed
Don’t know many people with a compass or canteen
Swollen till they’re poppin out their seams
They’ll pull their weight
They’ll do their part
They’re just like cattle
Pulling carts
Down the Oregon Trail
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5. |
Cat In The Bag
03:32
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Tell mom and dad
I don’t want to go to church no more
It’s getting wild
Like a Russian in the second world war
Tell time I’ve found my marbles
In a bowl beneath the bridge
I want em back
Just because I let the cat out the bag
Don’t mean I’m not right
It’s such a tricky fallacy
As I attempt to shove him back in
Just cause I wanna stay home
Don’t mean I’m shyin’ from the limelight
The concept of dichotomy
Is keeping me from letting you win
Caught Mr Lennon
With a portrait of the chairman Mao
Hypocritical vice
Won’t get you anywhere anyhow
Tell space
To Get right outta my face
Right Now!
Just because I let the cat out the bag
Don’t mean I’m not right
It’s such a tricky fallacy
As I attempt to shove him back in
Just cause I wanna stay home
Don’t mean I’m shyin’ from the limelight
The concept of dichotomy
Is keeping me from letting you win
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6. |
Falter, Walter
01:58
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Don’t impose
Where My mind goes
It’s awfully strange
Dear stock exchange
Rise and fall
Emotional
Crash and burn
And take your turn
It’s awfully simple, it’s awfully true
Falter, Walter, residue
Bold and Brash
The only trash is you
Don’t incite
What I can’t fight
Cause I can’t fix
What’s built in bricks
Modest soul
In cruise control
I’ll think of you
In pay per view
It’s awfully simple, it’s awfully true
Falter, Walter, caribou
Bold and Brash
The only trash is you
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7. |
Retainer
01:44
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Leave my retainer on the backseat of my Rav4
Don’t want those bonds of orthodontistry on my tour
I want my teeth to breathe
I want my teeth to breathe
Leave my retainer on the nightstand of a Super 8
I won’t inhibit my own speech just cause it’s getting late
I wanna be mature
I’m gonna be mature
But I don’t want a crooked smile
For I am not a crooked man
A victim of my self denial
A heat wave looking for a fan
No I’m not a crooked man
Don’t want a crooked smile
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8. |
He's Got A Headache
02:46
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Someone went and blew the whistle
On Kennedy and his Cuban missile
Another crisis came
And a crisis averted
Downtown at the missionary
Johnny Boy screamin Bloody Mary
Another native cured
And a native converted
Went to a parade in Dallas
Went home with spite and malice
They sang for LBJ
And the kids he would kill some day
In the jungles of Vietnam
With the memory of Joey and the Big Tsar Bomb
Public opinion would sway
Such a conflict on display
Oh no! Where did Johnny go?
He’s got a headache!
Oh no! Where did Johnny go?
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9. |
Where's Your Seatbelt?
05:15
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Where’s your seatbelt? You’re not safe in my car.
I know you’re excited, but we won’t go far.
My prophets are growing, but somehow my instincts are showing
I’m losing a war where half of the battle is knowing.
Where’s your Seatbelt? You’re not safe in my car.
You seem disappointed that we won’t go far.
You’re somehow confiding in all of the instincts you’re hiding.
I don’t have a clue to guess who with the risks you’re providing.
Where’s your seatbelt?
Where’s your seatbelt?
Where’s your seatbelt?
You’re not safe in my car.
Provide a mere distraction
Your collar bones may chafe
Divide a wholesome fraction
I’m trying to keep you safe
Wear your seatbelt.
Wear your seatbelt.
Wear your seatbelt.
You’re not safe in my car.
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10. |
Red Pill // Blue Pill
03:38
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Cliché hooks and unemployed
5 foot 12 and paranoid
That somehow
I’m in jeopardy
Survey says I’m a fraud in your manuscript, blankly
Call yourself God at your homemade craft
But frankly
That’s not very godlike to me
Red Pill
Blue Pill
Never taste so bitter sweet
Look at all these people
All these people, they are lookin at me
Wonder if they’re colors are the
Same shades and hues that I see
Look at all these isms
All these isms on the internet
Born the same hate
Same note on a different fret
Red Pill
Blue Pill
Never taste so bittersweet
Us folk
We choke
Wash it down, rinse and repeat
I won’t go out
I’ll stay home
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