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Walking in the Eves
02:01
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Walking in the eves, cooing like a dove.
All the bugs in the dirt beneath my feet,
and the leaves in the trees above
fill in all the spaces from cradle to the grave.
I anchor down my fortunes between the earth and me and space.
Tiny window paintings of you... but all they leave me's left bare.
Walking across the kitchen you can see that I am high as hell,
But when you listen to the things I say you know that I mean well.
Something's gotta give one of these days.
Soaking in the lake, breathing in the sun.
Wake up just before I die to finish all my work undone.
These phonies on the west side hide evil on their face.
I brush off all these ashes to be born in another place.
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So you say you've gotta go.
Don't you always do just what you're told?
Feel like I have grown too old...
Feels like I have gotten much, much too old.
Bittersweet Release
Figured I'd have bit the dust,
along side you, buddy, but I must've been wrong....
I must've been wrong.
All the posers seem to lust,
for the power in your urn, gathering rust....
Your urn gathering rust.
Bittersweet Release
Muscle up all my energy,
You're falling out in space from a satellite, please don't freeze...
satellite please don't freeze.
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Everything is gonna get a little bit better from here on out.
I never thought I'd say that since you died, but man I've got to feel it now.
My little babushka don't you cry; I'm coming back, so don't you whine.
LMAO! JK, you really fucked it up this time.
You never did say, how I'd make it out someday.
You never did say, how I'd make plenty of mistakes.
You never did know, how you'd stay or you'd go.
And no mother suckin, cock-sucker, sonuvabitch, motherfucker, goddamnit... is gonna keep me away.
Dream of Me:
And when you go sailing along, I hope you sing this song.
And when you are laying in bed, think of me 'cause I'm dead.
And when you are falling asleep, dream of me 'cause I'm free.
And when you don't have much to do, look at me 'cause I'm new.
And when you are going alone, know I'll be waiting at home.
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Throw-Away
03:20
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I step out the screen door and I look out back.
I see you standing by the railroad tracks.
You got your hand out with nothing to lose.
You got a friend and his name is Jesús.
Throw me into the dark.
Throw me away and don't care.
I'll find the deepest, darkest trench,
'Cause all my friends are there.
Mosey down the dirt road and I see your ghost.
Fishing off the bridge and killing toads.
I see right through you-your empty space.
The footprints you leave behind don't leave a trace.
Throw me into the dark.
Throw me away and don't care.
I'll find the deepest, darkest trench,
'Cause all my friends are there.
Hey there, skinny boy, how much H should I take,
to get to that weight?
Hey there, skinny girl, how much should I puke,
to look just like you?
Leave the living for the dinosaurs, as long as I got my needle,
and my reservoir.
Send me a postcard, 'cause the afterlife I do not disregard.
'Cause all my friends are there.
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I'll Be There
04:19
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When you cut yourself loose one of these days...
If I catch you when you fall one of these days...
I don't do it for myself, I just do it 'cause I love you.
I don't do it for myself, I just do it 'cause I love you.
When you cut yourself loose one of these days... Don't be scared.
If I catch you when you fall one of these days... I'll be there.
I don't do it for myself, I just do it 'cause I love you... Don't be scared.
I don't do it for myself, I just do it 'cause I love you... I'll be there.
But where were you when I needed you most?
Not one friend, no one I know,
No one would pull me off the road.
Where were you when I needed you most?
I've made my decision now away I go.
I've made my decision now away I go.
I've made my own decisions.
When I cut myself loose one of these days...
Will you catch me when I fall one of these days...
Will you do it for yourself or just do it 'cause you love me...
Will you do it for yourself or just do it 'cause you love me...
When I cut myself loose one of these days... I won't be scared.
Will you catch me when I fall one of these days... You were there.
Will you do it for yourself or just do it 'cause you love me... I won't be scared.
Will you do it for yourself or just do it 'cause you love me... You were there.
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Stuck in Paradise
02:18
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What can I say?
I'm stuck in paradise.
I'm having the time of my life.
If I couldn't play, if I couldn't speak,
I'd be trying to kick that chair out from underneath my feet.
Try to knock me down if you can; I'm a grown-ass man.
And I say fuck your laws, and I say fuck your cops.
And I say fuck your laws, and I say fuck your cops.
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Enough
02:49
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Are you just leaving, or retreating?
Giving up, or giving in?
I've got your love with my extra things...
Where's all this love gonna go?
Whatever we had it's gone now.
Wherever it went it's gone now.
Whatever.... Wherever it's gone.
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Life-force
02:53
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I have felt your life-force, honey, and I will set it free.
O, freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
I've traced your essence back to where you are.
When your presence fades you're not too far.
If I manage to stay warm I know you must be there.
Most times I feel you chillin' in the air.
I hope that Mom believes we're doing okay.
I hope that Dad believes we're doing okay.
I have felt your life-force, honey, and I will set it free.
O, freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
I've been looking up to you to relax, tell me it's allright.
When the demon in me attacks, I'm just fine.
If I manage survive I know it's thanks to you.
If I could I would've tried to revive that strength in you.
I hope that Mom believes we're doing okay.
I hope that Dad believe we're doing okay.
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I wanna go where cars go
over the mountains and through the oceans and
those aren't cars oh I know
but still the thought seemed nice to me
you say that i'm too carefree
well cares aren't free so i cannot afford them
I like coconuts and palm trees
so i lay in the sand and sink into the ocean
/song for jake:
let's dress up
even though we've got nowhere to go
we'll chill in your basement
just us and a couple of bros
in a three piece suit
or a dress that catches the light
if you can't make it home alright just relax and stay the night
because tonight is all about good feelings
tonight is all about being one *(or having fun/sharing love)
i'm trying not to think about how soon i'll be leaving you all
we'll talk about how much we love each other one by one
a couple kids are rolling
he's on acid and they ate some shrooms
is it cool that everything's melting
and that the walls are starting to move
frieda might get nostalgic
and i might start to cry
but they'll make it all better
by smothering us in a big dog pile
I know that you are sad right now
but all i can give you is hugs and love
let's run off to our hideout in the woods
let's walk towards the storm onto mars
we won't be together, forever, no no no
so let's just, appreciate the moment
whether it's playing four square, or hide and seek in the dark
a moment with you is one well spent
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10. |
One of These Days
03:09
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I'm a bad man, and I do bad things.
And I'll be held accountable for all my misdeeds.
I will be your friend because I could use a friend.
It feels like the whole world is crashing down on me.
I'll never care what the state says I did,
Because I think it's pretty clear that I'm not a bad man.
I was just wishing I was more than what I am.
I'm rotten in the head and I'm rotten to the core.
I might be destitute but my heart I let it soar.
I will love you now like I've never loved before
Because one day I'll be gone and wishing I had loved you more.
I'll never care what the state says I did,
Because I think it's pretty clear that I'm not a bad man.
I was just wishing I was more than what I am.
One of these days...
One of these days... I'm gonna say goodbye.
One of these days... I will say goodbye.
One of these days... You're gonna hear me say.
Say goodbye.
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