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At the Fences
04:11
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There's something pushing at the fences
A dull whisper carried by the poison wind
Something scratching at the back door
over and over and over and over again
There's something pushing at the fences
It won't be long before they fall in
There's something pushing at the fences
Over and over and over and over again
America was a psychosis
Left a stain that won't wash out
There's something pushing at the fences
Can't you feel the air in here getting thin?
There's something pushing at the fences
with flashing eyes and a vicious grin
There's something pushing at the fences
It won't be long before they fall in
There's something pushing at the fences
Over and over and over and over again
America was a psychosis
Clap for the bomb, laugh til the end
Always so sure that we were the ones who chose this
We were there when they put up the fence.
I hope we're gone when it comes down.
America was a safe place to hide,
a warm hearth, ringed with wire, but now
there's something pushing at the fences.
Never wanted so much to just close my eyes,
felt so much better when the guns pointed out.
There's something pushing at the fences
I hope we're gone when they come down.
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2. |
Color in No Space
03:26
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I sang a deep wood
High up on a strange mountain top
Cut by cold lines of rushing streams
Bathed in the light of a better sun
And you were the only one to see it
Slipping out from in between the waves
A sight for only sensitives and synesthetes
A deeper blue, a richer green, a darker gray
Behind this paper-thin facade
Maybe there's a bright and verdant place
Maybe there's a light seen by no eye
Maybe there are colors in no space.
I've got this feeling that won't ever go away
Surrounded on all sides by color in no space.
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3. |
Life! It's a Shame
04:16
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Don't stop out too late at night
Stop!
It's a caution.
Don't cross at the red light
Stop!
It's a caution.
To act for the good of congressman is money
A balance of power will ensure our safety
(Making money is making sense
Making money is making sense
It's logical, it's making sense
Making money is making sense)
Life!
It's a shame
Don't stop out too late at night
Stop!
It's a caution.
Don't cross at the red light
Stop!
It's a caution.
To act for the good of congressman is money
The right to get rich is in the Constitution
To talk of corruption is to breed insurrection
Elected to power, in suspense of interest.
You and I, we are satellites
It's a shame.
To act for the good is to defend our homeland
A balance of power will ensure our safety
To step out of line is to risk disaster
To walk in the rain is to risk Pneumonia
A balance of power will ensure our safety
You and I, we are satellites
It's a shame.
Life!
It's a shame
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There's a machine that holds it all together,
somewhere out there in the desert,
and one day it will die.
There's a machine that holds it all together,
somewhere out there in some desert,
and one day it will die.
a whoa oo wuh-oh
They say it's been here forever,
powered by fire, powered by coal,
powered by oil, powered by nuclear fusion,
and now, by nothing.
It's been here forever,
powered by hope, powered by prayer,
powered by love,
and now powered by nothing at all.
There was a jolt, a shudder,
a riot of flashing red lights,
and sounds, and now
I can see it slowing down
I swear I see it slowing down
And I wonder how long
until it runs down completely
Yeah, I wonder what it will feel like
as my atoms drift apart
Yeah, I wonder what it will feel like
when each and every one of my atoms drift apart.
Drift apart.
Let's drift apart.
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5. |
In Quarantine
03:38
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I wanted to come by
but we had to stay inside.
We have to stay inside.
We do our best to comply,
but there is so much time.
There is so much time.
I don't wanna do anything anymore.
Another day crawls by.
A never ending line
A never ending line.
Not much to do but hide.
There's poison in the sky.
poison in the sky.
I don't wanna do anything anymore.
until it's down to you and me,
and we will meet in these empty streets.
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This place is different in the sunshine
Look out the window today
Maybe I'm just desperate for a few reasons for you to stay
But all you wanna do is go.
There's a secret in the sunshine
the kind that burns the sidewalks yellow-gray
and all these messages in pastel chalk
are saying all there is to say
When all you wanna do is go.
Now, I've got time
and you've got mine
We will be fine
When the sun shines
It's different in the sunshine
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7. |
In Quarantine II
02:49
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We have washed our hands again.
We are keeping our distance.
We exchange our shouted greetings
to the other side of the fence
"See you in a month" you said
but I'm not so sure.
No one knows anything anymore.
We have put our face masks on
to keep our sickness from the air.
Creep through the city like bandits
stealing the space we used to share.
"Call me when it's over" you said
but I'm not so sure
what over even means anymore
Hey, don't you miss everything?
Like I miss everything
like I miss you.
We have put our brave face on
so the children cannot see
everything that we're afraid of,
every thing that things could be.
"See you on the other side", you said
but I'm not so sure
if I will be the same anymore.
Hey, don't you miss everything?
Like I miss everything
like I miss you
I don't wanna eat, I don't wanna sleep,
I don.t wanna read, oh
I don't wanna watch tv and no one's listening to me
I can't stand to be here anymore
I don't wanna die in here.
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8. |
Empty Plans
02:46
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The street was soaked in useless sunshine
on the last day I remember
We were making empty plans
to drag ourselves out of this winter
But winter never really ends
it just claws its way inside you
I know I said I miss my friends
but I'm not really sure that I do
Does everybody have a place to go?
Does everybody have a place that they can go?
This summer never even landed.
It just drifted by above us.
We watched it from our open windows,
subtracting one from what we had left.
What do we have left?
How much do you have left?
You can count your blessings, while you count the days down.
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9. |
Last Summer
03:48
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Last summer, I dreamed that you were a falling star that crashed into my house and burnt it all to ashes, burnt the ashes into smaller ashes and spread them all over Lorraine Avenue, then you waited for the rain to wash them down the gutter and, as far as I know, you are still waiting because this summer has been so dry that all the grass in the back yard has gone all brown and rotten.
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait another day for you to figure out last summer was when everything went wrong.
Everybody's got a job to do,
and everybody's got another weekend coming
and we know what is best for you.
Yeah, we know what is best for you
We got men with the right degrees
and we need them to keep the power running.
They know what is best for me.
Yeah, they know what is best for me.
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait another day for you to figure out last summer was when everything went wrong and now
It's too late, It's too late, It's too late, It's too late, It's too late. Oh, can't you feel the night air inching colder and the days just don't seem quite as long.
When the rains come, you'll have withered down to nearly nothing, a shriveled mass unstably perched on a pile of rubble, water rushing throught the empty streets and you'll just sit there staring at it, wishing you were younger.
Wishing you were younger
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10. |
Binghamton Calling
04:10
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It would take a stronger man than me
to resist this sirens call
of kicked out windows
and free-floating misery
Hey, listen, there's something in the air here
and hidden under every foot of ground
there's a trap that lures in the unwary
"One of us" they call
"One of us"
It would take a ten megaton bomb
to burn away the stain
of abusive boyfriends, neighbors,
mailmen and pets.
Hey, listen, you've got to keep aware here
cause hidden behind all these drunken eyes,
this town's list of sin's exhaustive
and I'm exhausted.
I'm exhausted.
An easy town's an easy drug, you know.
It would take a good 25 years
to leach all of the poison
from the river you sit by
on all your lonely nights.
Hey, listen, here's a deadly sort of beauty.
A beauty born of sickness and despair
Borne in rust and dirty water.
"Jump on in" it calls
"Jump on in."
An easy town's an easy drug, you know.
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11. |
Old Habits
02:12
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Dragging all the weight of mid-July
Somehow still so desperate to get outside
to streets stalked by the virus and the men with guns,
may they find each other.
I've been picking up old habits I thought were dead
Like biting nails, and twisting hair,
and pondering the conditions under which
I might take up arms against the government
A-wuh-ooo-wuh-oh oh
When I emerge, blinking, from this underground
to all my friends and neighbors staring numbly around
We'll fumble with our words and how they sound.
What did people used to talk about?
Hey, have you guys picked up habits you thought were dead?
Like seething hate, existential dread?
Picturing all these motherfuckers
coughing out their final ugly breaths?
A-wuh-ooo-wuh-oh oh
It's been such a hot night that I can't help wonder if you're feeling alright.
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12. |
Maybe Next Summer
04:18
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The sun is just behind that cloud.
Home is just over that hill.
I am patient. I know how to wait.
There is always another hill, but I am patient.
There is always another cloud, but I am patient.
I am patient. I know how to wait.
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13. |
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This is my hole.
Watch how perfectly I fit in.
See how everything around me
dissappears.
In my hole
I am slowly inching forward
Feels like I've been waiting so long
to begin.
To wrench
to stretch
to twist
to bend
and what went in at the start
is not what comes out at the end
This is my hole.
And in my hole
none of your voices reach my ears
just the soft, slow scrape
of skin on stone.
In my hole
made just for me
I am utterly and joyously
alone.
No one can know the ending
of the story
that's taking shape today
But when I squint into the darkness
reaching out before me,
I can see the future
slowly coming this way
To wrench
to stretch
to twist
to bend
and what went in at the start
is not what comes out at the end
Oh, I wrenched
and I stretched.
Yeah, I twisted
and I bent
and what you understood to be me
won't be seen around here again.
This is my hole
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14. |
Just Like Christmas
03:41
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On our way from Stockholm
it started to snow
and you said it was like Christmas
but you were wrong.
It wasn't like Christmas at all.
By the time we got to Oslo,
the snow was gone,
and we got lost.
The beds were small,
but we felt so young.
It was just like Christmas.
It was just like Christmas.
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We could have it if we don't get caught.
We could have it if we don't get caught.
We could have it if we don't get found out.
We could eat like queens.
We could taste the sweet blood of the gods of this world.
We could suck the very marrow from the bones of the universe.
Just don't get found out.
You could have it if you don't get caught.
You could have it if you don't get caught.
This world is yours if you keep your voice down.
There are things upon this Earth
too big to comprehend
and they could be our food, if you don't get found out.
All the splendor of this garden of delight awaits you,
if you can keep your mouth shut.
There's a rich feast set here for us to devour, but for God's sake
Don't get found out.
You take what's yours
and I'll take what's mine,
as long as you know,
It's only, it's only, it's only
a matter of time
You could have it if you don't get caught.
It's only a matter of time
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