1. |
Alive at Last
03:13
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I've been waiting almost my whole life,
for this perfection I will never find.
But from the way you make me feel inside,
I'm surprised I made it out alive.
Call me, softly, honestly,
I'm better off now when I was before,
I don't see you like this anymore,
I had to leave now because
I was afraid to feel to much.
But from the way you make me feel inside,
I'm surprised I made it out alive.
Call me, softly, honestly.
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2. |
The Last Act
02:46
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I won't go there with no other,
where the western path comes to an end.
You don't have sisters or brothers,
but you have me here my friend.
And all of the others are strangers,
Like snakes in the clouds we're misplaced.
Watch as we float into space now.
But what came out?
But what came out of the tall grass?
But what came out?
But what if they left us alone?
We haven't seen them for some time,
I thought that we'd been forgot.
I finally finished the puzzle,
but I still can't figure you out.
You're always around me,
despite what you found out.
We're here alone now.
But what came out?
But what came out of the tall grass?
But what came out?
Don't look down, but I think we're surrounded now.
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3. |
Meat Garden
00:19
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4. |
Drunk Uncle
01:41
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Have you ever been in prison like me?
Your mother won't allow you to see.
The world is a catastrophe.
Just ignore me now and go to sleep.
You're just a child and you don't deserve,
show me where your mothers money is.
In the magic bible in the bathroom.
Be quiet and go to sleep.
Don't say you heard your uncle speak.
Don't say you heard your uncle speak.
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5. |
The Borrowers
02:06
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We were sleeping by the river
afraid of falling in, falling in
nothing ever changes the pieces in my head
I won't settle down but I'll meet you here instead
we got married in winter, honeymoon in hail
falling down, falling down
sometimes I don't know why I have to feel this way
couldn't open my eyes when I met you in the rain
my stomach is turning, a spirit for you yearning
to comfort me, comfort me
many days I walk around with my head held to the sky
seems to be the only thing that stops the rattle inside
You're afraid of what may happen
but I'll be here still, I'll hold you still
I don't wanna lose you, I don't wanna win
the only thing I have left is what I felt within
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6. |
BBQ Schnapps
01:10
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meat schnapps
drunk in my front yard
pork hops
barbeque my lard-
shots hit me hard
I drink my chicken
liquor
you can't wait
for barbeque garden
smokey wine
ground beef, salt, liver, lime
for chicken tequila
drinking time.
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7. |
Without Wax
02:50
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Lately I have been afraid,
since you went away,
with time you'll be scraped from my mind and sent to an early grave.
But when it's time to say hello or goodbye,
you turn to the stars in the sky,
and no one knows why.
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8. |
Night Compass
05:29
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Down, down, I've had my chance.
While you were all running around like some blind pet rats.
Float down rivers serpentine.
Swell up like flies in a cloud, tracing time.
You may not remember me, but I know who you are.
I was much younger then, with a map of the stars.
Slow down, in a misspent year.
A fraction of what we have left now that you're not here.
You may not remember me, but I know who you are.
I was much younger then, with a map of the stars.
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9. |
The Perfect Hideout
04:57
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I know a place where we can go
A secret place, a place where no one ever goes
I'll steal a car, you'll steal some produce from the store
We'll drive all night, neither of us knows what for.
The place is closed, its only a memory nowadays.
It'll still be there, long after we both fade away.
You're in my head, there permanently in my brain.
We'll stay the same, after both of us have changed.
Stay where you are, I don't want you to go away.
We'll still be there, long after we go separate ways.
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