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The Rug
04:22
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Hey, I can’t tell you I don’t feel the way I say. It’s kind of hard to be concise when I’m trying to be unclear under the rug. Hold up signs for recognition, these words go a long way. Wishes she could stay inside but she’s got better places to be.
And she will walk through the desert, walk through the years. She can climb over mountains and fall through the years. When she finds something to hope for, she kneels to pray to him. And she finally sweeps it up under the rug.
She fights off being lonely, she just wants to feel alone. No crowd to come and sweep her off, she stands the floor and soars. This home does not seem steady, these rooms so spread apart. “Imagine how much you’d get for selling off a piece of your heart?”
And she will run through the desert, run through the fears. And she can climb over problems and stumble through the years. And we come to a decision and she makes it seem so clear. And she finally sweeps it up under the rug.
The rug is getting bigger, the sweeping can’t get done. There’s too many thousands of her to wish they all were gone. Closer and not nearer, the plans all went astray. Could we use the time we lost to just imagine it all away?
And she will run through the desert, run through the tears. And she can climb over mountains that she’s walked around for years. And she comes to a decision she makes it seem so clear. And she finally sweeps it up under the rug.
And I come to my decision. I make it seem so real and we finally sweep it up under the rug.
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Gone
04:16
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I no longer have the power or desire to fill your head with dreams or the fire. But that’s not the way, and I was the only one who should see me. And now you’re gone and it’s all because of me.
You believe in a will and a way and that will get you every time. I kind of thought like that once but it only lasted for a little while. Not too long ago when my life had some meaning I played around with your head
Took it for granted, and now what’s left? And it’s gonna be hard, which is more than I can say. Will it matter, will it matter anyway?I see it’s come quite clear and it’s gone.
Life is a kick trial and it kicks straight through your head and if it lays you out it will leave you there for dead.
But that’s not the way, and I was the only one who should see me. And now you’re gone and it’s all because of me. And it’s gonna be hard, which is more than I can say. Will it matter, will it matter anyway?
I see it’s come quite clear and it’s gone.
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3. |
The Joke
03:01
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Once a chance to call myself.
Since it’s coming around again.
Never like it’s been before.
He’s screaming out the door.
Good today, going on my merry way.
In another day and age.
Hand to hand across my face.
If another seems too sure.
He’s screaming out the door.
Good today, going on my merry way.
Whose to say? Born to live here, born to trip here.
Shaking, waiting, knotting, faking, shouting, making, doubting, and quaking.
Myths and letters, too far to speak.
Spring summer winter, counting by weeks.
If another falls that fall.
They’re screaming, “what a whore.”
Good to change, gonna build my merry way.
Who decides? Born to live here, born to shit here.
Shaking, mating, returning, deserving. I see your fears. Don’t want none of that here.
Get a chance to get again.
Speaking up like a friend.
If another seems too sure.
He’s screaming out the door.
Good today, going on my merry way.
Who besides? Going to build my land alive.
Shaking, waning, serving, learning, aching, joking, calmly, I’m knowing.
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4. |
Daylight
03:39
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Oh, just pardon those cliches but they say everything I mean. After all it’s only love and death and pain and sympathy.
It’d be nice just to believe unlimited possibilities. But there is truth and there is fact to shake down perfect theories
Daylight, outside. Revolution’s just a word. I’m not listening.
So we’ll all grow up to say, “Hey, those days were the best days.” “I can’t see them too well now, but I remember them, somehow.”
Fill the windows with a view, something we’ll all appreciate. Or is there something else to do to waste my time away?
Daylight, outside. Dedication’s just a word and I’m not bothering.
Daylight, on time. Absolution’s just a word, but I’m guessing here.
Hold it up to the light. You see right through it, am I right?
Should we take the time to look or is it pointless now?
And we’re living fist to mouth, but we won’t lose our sleep at night.
Ain’t it strange how it’s evolved into something quite extreme?
Daylight, outside. Education’s just a word. I’m not listening.
Daylight, on time. Persecution’s just a word and we’re all following.
I am safe and I am warm, far from the edge of the storm.
And I’m reading all about it, are you glad to be.
One step up and one step out and these scales get too weighed down. Is this secret something you’ve found?
Daylight, outside. Revolution’s just a word. I’m not listening.
Daylight, on time. Anticipation’s just a word and it’s everything.
Daylight, on our. Execution’s just a word until you’re standing there.
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5. |
Fortune Days
05:13
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Easy to slide, what’s the name?
You can lie, but you don’t remain in here
You won’t find a ranger
Parting your seas, here you go
It’s the season, well, don’t you know, won’t buy, sell
Listen for a while and he sees it’s his fortune days
(As he goes) only he can judge his ways
Listen for a while and he seems like he got his way
(As he goes) only he can judge his ways
Here by a bench, here’s a tree
Walk and wallow and learn the lesson well
Don’t exchange now
Up on the top, far below, there’s a law and it’s walking through him.
It says, don’t want to see
Listen for a while and he sees it’s his fortune days
(As he goes) Only he can run away
Listen for a while and he leaves for his fortune days
(As he goes) Only he can run away
Out on a limb for a ghost
You can walk, but you won’t walk here
Blue skies have been gone for so long
Easy to fly, to forget broken humbles and strategic wish
I don’t want to see
Listen for a while and he see’s it’s his fortune days
(As he goes) only he can run way
Listen for a while and he see’s it’s his fortune days.
(As he goes) only he can have his way
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6. |
Man-Made
02:38
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And I listen to your story, complaints and free advice
And below her is all sorrys, tell me of your awful life
Thinking of something, thinking of you.
Thinking of something, man-made
Look for comfort in a vision, talk about someone else
And she’s waiting for her children to grow up to be
Thinking of someone, think of him
Thinking of someone, man-made
Thinking of somewhere, think of here
Thinking of somewhere, man-made
Write down left, write down cry
All she claims is a great divide
And there she goes, and there she goes again
Something else just might arrive
Taking notice of everything, dry mouth to disavow
Purpose going on the floor here
Let me see, let her know
And I listen to your story. Complaints and free advice
And below her is all sorrys, tell me of your tragic life
Thinking of something, thinking of you
Thinking of something, man-made
Thinking of somewhere, think of you
Thinking of someway, man-made
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7. |
Number School
02:59
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He’s thinking something, words to fill.
Landing one moment in a while.
Once she committed, sad but true.
Free for one moment in time.
Freed for one moment in time.
Reasons to say my prayers.
In the middle it’s all he asked.
I’ll see if it matters, if anybody cares.
Got lots of time to spend, but no time to share.
Warnings in color, overheard bad news.
“Could you be down when I’m down?”
He’s thinking victories and he’d kill for a view.
“Could you be happy for a while?
Could you be happy for a while?”
Teacher, I’ve made my plans.
On the outset, it’s all he gets.
Making up excuses and trying time to hide.
You’ve only got to make it so the words seem high.
Reasons to say my prayers.
You’re forgetting you’ve got it in your hands.
You’re hauling off the answers, I’m calling to stay mad.
But you’ve only got to give it the slightest chance.
Understand? Understand? Understand? Understand?
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8. |
This Is
03:01
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No watch, no wait, no sympathy. Call collect, antipathy. Remember when you wish you were gone?
Passion lows, leather rings. Surround select, covering. What’s the role to be what you want?
This is something to be worded of.
This is something to be learned when you’re old.
Secrets kept bothering, surround, select, party fears. But at the end it seems to be shown.
Person, route, and following. Abort, neglect, chicken wings.
It’s only fun until the knee is shown.
And he’s sorry for the things he hasn’t done.
He hopes it will return when he’s gone.
Stairs above it, follow in the footsteps of a man about to recall.
Stairs above it, stop to one further eye.
He calls and is unsure, calls and is unsure.
Roaches, chains, sensitive. Probably relative.
What is it like to pardon the soul?
Elect, negate, and represent.
Service, statues, gummy bears.
What is the number we all still want?
This is something not to be worded of.
This is something to be learned when you’re old.
This is something not to be worded of.
This is something to be learned when you’re old.
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9. |
Mad
04:20
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Easy to confess, this confusion is real.
It’s easier to try, will you listen?
Start to regress and losing the feel.
For first impressions and the climb.
In a minute you’ll be lonely.
In a minute you’ll be glad.
In a minute you’ll be totally mad.
Try to escape, lost in control.
“Well, next week, that could be much better.”
Waiting for something that time says could come due.
“You just put things in perspective.”
In a minute I’ll be lonely.
In a minute I’ll be glad.
In a minute I’ll be totally mad.
When you’re mad, mad, mad...
When you’re mad, mad, mad...
When you’re mad, mad, mad...
When you’re mad...
Spill from your ears, good gauge for the rest.
And finding yourself in your own arms.
Am I asking too much? Am I asking for your own?
I didn’t mean to take it from your mouth.
In a minute you’ll be sulking.
In a minute you’ll be scared.
In a minute you’ll be noble.
In a minute I’ll be trashed.
In a minute you’ll be lonely.
In a minute you’ll be glad.
In a minute you’ll be totally mad.
When you’re mad, mad, mad...
When you’re mad, mad, mad...
When you’re mad, mad, mad...
When you’re mad...
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10. |
Good Intentions
04:08
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They say, “What do you want?”
And we say, “What do you mean?”
Looking for a problem for us to keep.
It’s not what you prepare.
The same or less than you dare.
Crossing off accomplishments and feats.
Losing all the choices you could keep.
Wake up in a scream, they say its just bad dreams.
Good intentions lead to bad things.
They try hard to be fair.
Keep that voice in the air.
Building up the character for better days.
It won’t work in the end.
So don’t you let them begin.
Giving in before you have to leave.
Giving in to what you don’t believe.
Wake up in a scream, they say its just bad dreams.
Good intentions lead to bad things.
And they mean well, they say.
Each time it ends the wrong way.
Looking for a solid floor beneath.
The last thing is to talk.
It won’t end without fault.
When neither gives, then we’ll all resist.
Though it’s only half of what we can give.
Wake up in a scream, they say it's just bad dreams.
Good intentions lead to bad things.
And if it’s good enough for all of us, then it’s good enough to be.
Then it’s good enough for all, good enough for all.
If it’s good enough for all of us, then it’s good enough to be.
Then it’s good enough for all, then it’s got to be.
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11. |
A Happy Man
03:55
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He takes these rigid rules, he bends them ‘til they break.
Instead of living under a certain future to be faced.
She says, “Dreams are like anchors, to keep life off the ground.
But that’s just asking for more than luck would allow.”
And her dreams take her back to a place where she belongs and if it’s too far away could she push herself to go further on, further on?
He scans horizons for hope of an escape.
Well, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than somewhere I must see.
Got pushed into a paradise, a world where no one lives.
He hears the weather is fine, but everyone just sits.
And his dreams take him back to the place where he belongs and if he’s too far away could he push himself to go further on, further on?
On his way.
There’s no one to deliver, there’s plenty to receive.
But no one could devour all the sadness they conceal.
But he found a way to make reality untrue.
By turning all the harsh into something twice removed.
And his dreams take me back to a place and if he’s too far away could he push himself to go further on, further on?
And these dreams take you back to a place and if you’re too far away can you push yourself to go further on, further on?
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12. |
Pills
01:40
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Falling Stairs Queens, New York
Falling Stairs was three Johns and a Charlie from Queens and Long Island in the late 80s/early
90s.
We played all around New York, recorded an EP, a single, then promptly imploded.
The masters ended up in boxes for thirty years. Decades, and many children, later we had them baked, remastered, and digitized.
Upon hearing the songs, we realized maybe this quad of misfits quit too soon.
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