1. |
16 Bit
04:59
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It's been awhile since we talked last
Long weekends, summer vacations, all in the past
Frying our minds with 16 bit systems
Two player All-Stars on a tube TV in the basement
My how time flies
The passage of time is a heartbreaking scene
Turning the golden years of our lives into lost dreams
Doing all we can to hold onto our fading memories
What we'd all do for a time machine
Years go by before we have time to realize
We should've wound our watches a bit more tight
Pause up the pace of our childhood
Pause up the pain of the youth we have to lose
Growing old is for the birds
The passage of time is a heartbreaking scene
Turning the golden years of our lives into lost dreams
Doing all we can to hold onto our fading memories
What we'd all do for a time machine
Once upon a time we fried our 16 bit minds
Told now that we're too old to stay electrified
We'd rather not recognize these wrinkled eyes
But time, oh time, locking us in for this ride
Solar revolution, our resolution
The passage of time is a heartbreaking scene
Turning the golden years of our lives into lost dreams
Doing all we can to hold onto our fading memories
What we'd all do for a time machine
The passage of time is a heartbreaking scene
Turning the golden years of our lives into lost dreams
Doing all we can to hold onto our fading memories
What we'd all do for a time machine
Just to relive all our 16 bit dreams
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2. |
Union Park
03:18
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Hey there kid, your heartbeat's my metronome click
You're a wildfire, you're twentieth century music
So if you'll spare a drag of your fag, I'll bring my guitar
And I'll meet up with you down at Union Park
You got the soul of a Holiday singin' up some blues
So I'll strum you up the rhythms of Robertson's contemporary tunes
We can perform for all the dogwalkers, the joggers, your co-worker stalkers
Busk out a few favorites until the cops ask us for our permit
Pack it up and move along now
Hey there kid, your heartbeat's my metronome click
You're a wildfire, you're twentieth century music
So if you'll spare a swig of your fifth, I'll bring my guitar
And we can sing for all the weirdos down at Union Park
Your voice is a trap incognito as a jazzy three four tap
The most beautiful sound this side of Broadway even if the Blue Note don't recognize that
We'll find a better place with a better sense of taste
'Cause as you know lyrebirds in song were made for the stage
And I was meant for free drinks on the house
Hey there kid, your heartbeat's my metronome click
You're a wildfire, you're twentieth century music
So if you'll spare a mote of a note, I'll bring my guitar
And we can spend some time down at Union Park
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3. |
It's All I Need
03:28
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Some people think that some people don't make sense
And it's true
Some people won't see into some people's heads
They just see fools
But for some the counting and the clearing and the twitching are not a choice
We all have our own mantras, girls won't be girls and boys won't be boys
It's not a choice
Try to see the disease before you leave your opinion of this insanity
It's all I need
A little empathy to fill the vacancy of everyone who isn't listening
It's all I need
Some people think that some people who can't sleep
Just need to drink some warm milk
Some people think that some people who won't eat
Just need to stop being so stupid and get their fill
But for some feeding these needs bears an anxiety that spirals out of control
We all have our own hurdles, boys won't be boys and girls won't be girls
It takes a toll
Try to see the disease before you leave your opinion of this insanity
It's all I need
A little empathy to fill the vacancy of everyone who isn't listening
It's all I need, someone who will take the time to understand
It's all I need, someone who will stand beside me and hold my hand
Help me through the best they can
Not lose patience when I lose my head
It's all I need, someone who will take the time to help me understand
Why I'm such a mess
Try to see the disease before you leave your opinion of this insanity
It's all I need
A little empathy to fill the vacancy of everyone who isn't listening
It's all I need
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4. |
Put Up Your Fists
02:42
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How hard is it to concede?
Always needing someone to beat
These riffs all rewind and repeat
Never finding the right time or key
Put up your fists, ready your wits
You're addicted to conflict
It seems so plain to see
Your goal's only to compete
You'll dress in red for a bull in the street
Knowing it takes two to ruin a harmony
Put up your fists, ready your wits
Put up your fists, ready your wits
You're addicted to conflict
Every Aries has gotta get someone to bring it on
Every crises has got an option as an outlet to testosterone
Bring it on!
Put up your fists, ready your wits
Put up your fists, ready your wits
Put up your fists, ready your wits
You're addicted to conflict
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5. |
Believe Me
03:54
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What's it gonna take for you to see what I say?
What do you need for you to believe me?
I've done all I'm capable of
What's it gonna take for it to be enough?
Never have I ever whispered a lie
Never have I ever, not even a white
Slaved over the truth, it seemed the thing to do
No matter how uncouth, I did what I could to give it to you
But every discovery at first thought always sounds so odd
No matter the illumination, it all sounds so wrong
Please, believe me
Please, I'm not trying to deceive
Please, believe
Believe me
Every world starts off as flat as a map
Every world ends up spun out like a pot
I know it's worrisome to have your world turned upside down
No matter how fearsome, we have to march on and remove our shrouds
Every discovery at first thought always sounds so odd
No matter the illumination, it all sounds so wrong
Please, believe me
Please, I'm not trying to deceive
Please, believe
Believe me
What's it gonna take for you to see what I say?
What do you need for you to believe me?
I've done all I'm capable of
What's it gonna take for it to be enough?
Please, believe me
Please, I'm not trying to deceive
Please, believe
Believe me
Please, believe me
Please, I'm not trying to deceive
Please, believe
Believe me
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6. |
Devil in a Green Dress
04:34
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Now I swear I'm not making this one up
I saw her with my own two eyes
A vixen I saw mixin' somethin' in a martini glass
I swear she was as real as you or I
Now I know I was hitting high
Beyond the point all bets were off
Now as she approached I must've hit on nineteen
'Cause the moment she passed, I had lost
A devil in a green dress whose looks were only meant to kill
A damsel putting men in distress with her hips at a tilt
I don't think I can stand this duress
Now no mere mortal could play the game straight
No, not with a distraction like that
Now the dice will roll, the neon will glow and the dealer's ready to go
I swear she was hired to leave a player open to attack
Now you can imagine and you can pretend
And you can think you've got half a chance
But it's a look and be love struck but don't touch deal that your hand'll reveal
When your pockets are empty you'll understand
A devil in a green dress whose looks were only meant to kill
A damsel putting men in distress with her hips at a tilt
I don't think I can stand this duress
A devil in a green dress whose looks were only meant to kill
A damsel putting men in distress with her hips at a tilt
It's time to place your bets and watch your luck wilt
A devil in a green dress whose looks were only meant to kill
I don't think I can stand this duress
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Somebody called but you wouldn't pick up
Left you a message telling you your time was up
You pack your bags fast and thank God you don't need much
But a creeping feeling's saying it's not quick enough
Living in the red, might as well be dead
A price higher than your head, might as well be dead
The high cost of living in the sky needed some help
You turned to what glowed like a beacon, a magic spell
But all it really led you to were the gates of Hell
And compound interest's forced a rabbit out of its shell
Living in the red, might as well be dead
A price higher than your head, might as well be dead
They'll kill you when they find you
At the very least take a digit
They'll find you
They're gonna find you
Leaving on the next flight out of this dead end town
Change your face and name and hope they never find out
And if they somehow manage to track you down
There won't be a warning shot
There won't be a warning shot
Living in the red, might as well be dead
A price higher than your head, might as well be dead
Living in the red, might as well be dead
You're gonna try a magic trick now
Let's all watch closely as you disappear
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8. |
Let's Destroy Everything
04:21
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Let's lay waste to our concrete foundations
And make our new homes out of twigs and leaves
Let's discard all our precious cement and bricks
And see how well we stand against the breeze
The touch of King Midas was too good to be true
So let's toss all our pearls to swine
Call it nirvana, call it the tops, whatever you want
But everything crumbles in time
Let's demolish everything we ever held precious to ourselves
Pave the way for our covertly desired instability
Let's leave all the china lying out on an open shelf
And test the integrity of liars and thieves
The touch of King Midas was too good to be true
So let's toss all our pearls to swine
Call it nirvana, call it the tops, whatever you want
But everything crumbles in time
Everything crumbles in time
Nothing's worth anything anyway
Nothing stays sacred these days
Nothing's worth anything these days
Nothing stays sacred anyway
The touch of King Midas was too good to be true
So let's toss all our pearls to swine
Call it nirvana, call it the tops, whatever you want
But everything crumbles in time
The touch of King Midas was too good to be true
So let's toss all our pearls to swine
Call it nirvana, call it the tops, whatever you want
But everything crumbles in time
Everything crumbles in time
Everything crumbles in time
Everything crumbles in time
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9. |
I Saw It Coming
03:50
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I saw it coming, like a deer in the headlights
I did nothing, let it all come crashing down
Tear all my insides out
I didn't even make a sound
I saw it coming, like a tea leaf tarot card reader
I did nothing, laid both palms face down
When the maelstrom came around
I didn't even make a sound
There's a certain degree of futility when examining all the histories
Of all these beings with the gall to believe in the ability to alter their destinies
Only ever coming to see the vain quality of everything
Just accept it and move on
I saw it coming, like a rider on a derailing train
I did nothing, let my world come tumbling down
Strapped in and ready to drown
I didn't even make a sound
There's a certain degree of futility when examining all the histories
Of all these beings with the gall to believe in the ability to alter their destinies
Only ever coming to see the vain quality of everything
Just accept it and move on
The violence, the pain, the love and the praise
The passionate nights and the hard luck days
The ebb and the flow of your clarity
Caught in the undertow of a beautiful, remorseless sea
At once worth nothing yet meaning everything
Every rose wilts, just move on
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10. |
Never Break Free
03:24
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It was just after the show at the Ferrari Disco
This little punk upstart grabbed my hand for a go
And before I could deny her we were on the dance floor
And before I could escape her a quick claw took my collar close
The aggression was excitin', it took all my strength to fight it
And I couldn't break free with her hands all over me
She kept pressin' my defenses, a confusion to the senses
But I couldn't break free, no, I'd never break free
What more can I say? I know I'm too easy
It didn't take long for me to turn to a lap dog
I had a match for her lips for every cigarette she'd draw
And before I can deny her she brings my neck close
And before I can escape her a pair of legs unfold
The aggression was excitin', it took all my strength to fight it
And I couldn't break free with her hands all over me
She kept pressin' my defenses, a confusion to the senses
But I couldn't break free, no, I'd never break free
What more can I say? I know I'm too easy
And before I can deny her she brings my neck close
And before I can escape her we're on the dance floor
The aggression was excitin', it took all my strength to fight it
And I couldn't break free with her hands all over me
She kept pressin' my defenses, a confusion to the senses
But I couldn't break free, no, I'd never break free
The aggression was excitin', it took all my strength to fight it
And I couldn't break free with her hands all over me
She kept pressin' my defenses, a confusion to the senses
But I couldn't break free, no, I'd never break free
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11. |
Ink Lips
04:08
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There's something about the way your eyes shine in this light
That glare and pout spark something in my mind
A stone spark glow in my heart
Never before has anyone I adored struck me in such a way
You're almost jumping out at me straight from the page
Inked lips with a glossy taste
Fantasy obscene, a farfetched dream
Obsession's a disease with no easy therapy
Oh what to do?
A subscription to your image removed with a surgeon's touch
A Sistine style monument to our love
The last thing seen before I sleep
Fantasy obscene, a farfetched dream
Obsession's a disease with no easy therapy
Oh what to do?
What to do?
I know that you and I are all in my mind
But scissors and glue make it feel so true
Until I realize there's only me and no you
Just a blue rose in a fashion magazine
I've got a prescription escape unprescribed to this fragile heart
It's just so much easier to sleep than to be apart
Love is so exhausting sometimes
Fantasy obscene, a farfetched dream
Obsession's a disease with no easy therapy
Oh what else could I do?
What else could I do?
What else could I do?
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12. |
You're So Cool!
03:16
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Man oh man, you are the man!
If I could I'd plan on your plan
Staying in shape, a diet of protein shakes
Twelve hour days at the gym just to hit on those chicks in their sweats
You're so cool, wish I could be just like you
You're so cool, the coolest tool
The coolest tool
Poppin' Polos left and right
Gonna make this one a Coor's Light Night
Getting all crunk, slap a few trunks
You're such a hunk when you're hunched over the porcelain like that
You're so cool, wish I could be just like you
You're so cool, the coolest tool
The coolest tool
I might be playing fecetiously, bro
But when it comes to acting intellectually, bro
You're all "lol"s and no light bulbs
Who wouldn't want to be just like you?
A model citizen of Abercrombie & Cool
A voice of the Bible, nowhere near tribal
Unforgettable, and did I mention that man oh man, you are the man!
You're so cool, wish I could be just like you
You're so cool, the coolest tool
You're so cool, wish I could be just like you
You're so cool, the coolest tool
The coolest tool
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13. |
Gearhead
02:48
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W-w-w-wake me up
Freak the hell outta me
S-s-s-straighten me out
Breathe into me some belief
That automation's just a disaster patiently waiting
A-a-a-add another cog
Wiring up these organisms
A-a-a-approaching tomorrow
Eroding what it means to be human
Margin out the error and work 'til our skin is aluminum
Bolt me up and screw me in, and make sure to keep me well greased
We don't need a systems malfunction when there's more machine than humanity
M-m-m-move my arm
But my hydraulics are drained of fluids
P-p-p-pump my heart
But my batteries are nearly dead
And when you're nothing but tin that can be a very big problem
Bolt me up and screw me in and make sure to keep me well greased
We don't need a systems malfunction when there's more machine than humanity
Bolt me up and screw me in 'cause evolution has never favored the weak
But when we get tested for natural selection will we all rust into this techno vanity?
Bolt me up and screw me in 'cause soulless automation is what I need
We're all headed in the world of tomorrow's direction
A world of more machine than humanity
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14. |
Not So Black
03:56
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Something's missing
Something you held so sacred
Your thoughts are twisting
Turning towards something raven
But look a bit farther and you just might find
A hint of light
Revival of the right (what have you left?)
It's all bullshit (everything that you've said)
Give a kiss goodbye (to these thoughts in your head)
Doing nothing (but bleeding your wrists)
It's not so bad
No, it's not so bad
Something's blistering
Something you can't resist to scratch
Your thoughts are twisting
Turning towards something black
But look a bit farther and you just might find
It's not so bad
It's not so bad
It's not so bad
It's not so bad
It's not so bad
Revival of the right (what have you left?)
It's all bullshit (everything that you've said)
Give a kiss goodbye (to these thoughts in your head)
Doing nothing (but bleeding your wrists)
Revival of the right (what have you left?)
It's all bullshit (everything that you've said)
Give a kiss goodbye (to these thoughts in your head)
Doing nothing (but bleeding your wrists)
It's not so bad
No, it's not so bad
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15. |
Mars
06:43
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I wanna move to Mars
No motorbikes, no cars
No overzealous overdosing movie stars
Just a red sea of sand streaming as far
As far
As far as the eye can decipher
I wanna live on Mars
No communists smoking their cigars
No capitalists investing in their bars
Just me with my guitar and my heart
My heart
My guitar, serenading this sanguine star
I wanna move to Mars
Send me on a shuttle and shoot me beyond the moon
I need to get away from this disasterpiece so blue
Badgers mixing it up just to find something to do
Planet Earth, I need to escape from you
I won't let myself lose myself to you
Lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose
Losing sight of the big picture
Shooting blind over a little stricture
Get over it, it isn't that big of a deal
But you won't 'cause kickers never ever want to feel
A little good, a little peaceful
So I'm gonna get me a space shuttle
I wanna move to Mars
I wanna live on Mars
Planet Earth is such a farce
Slice itself up to complain of its scars
I just want a red sea of sand and some stars
Some stars
Some stars to stare at and settle my heart
I wanna move to Mars
Losing sight of the big picture
Shooting blind over a little stricture
Get over it, it isn't that big of a deal
But you won't 'cause kickers never ever want to feel
A little good, a little peaceful
So I'm gonna get me a space shuttle
I wanna move to Mars (Send me on a rocket)
I wanna live on Mars (Send me on a rocket)
I'm gonna move to Mars
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