1. |
No Wasted Grace
03:52
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You've changed
How you've changed
But then I'm not the same
Either, am I?
We grow
How we grow
Til the old town don't know who we are
And if all of our wounds turns to scars
We'll have stories to tell
And I'll warn you I'll embellish them
Just to gain an audience with you
but I know better than to woo
you with my bag of tricks
In the bedroom with a candlestick
The colonel, there, he took a hit
Thanks man, but now I've got no cards to play
You've changed
Changed your ways
And you're asking me to do the same
We grow
But we don't know
What becomes of the seeds that we sow
And the twisted directions we'll go
We can vainly vie for patterns
Go insane that Pi is random
Can convince ourselves we're better off alone
We can give in to that old notion
That the one you die with
Is the only one but I contend
That there's a compromise
You die each day
But every day's a life
Your grace won’t be wasted on me
You and I are the points
Of an orbit so wide
We will spiral and spiral
Until we collide
And all of those particles
Each memory
Will find their way back
Thanks to this gravity
And your grace won't be wasted on me
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2. |
The Answer
03:21
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All I want is just to know if there’s a plan
or if the ozone layer and surface tension
are just your inventions as you’re drifting off to sleep
And your mind is drifting somewhere else entirely
You and I don’t want to be the first to ask the question
Cuz the answer’s gonna turn us into fools
How will we fill our minds when we find those lines were just a waste of time?
Except the line we can recite
but we still won’t learn the lesson:
That wise men don’t answer in facts
they answer in questions
It’s just a name: determination or complacency
But let’s just face it
we all hate our money wasted
so why did we go and place it
in one basket, never asked if
winning here was even worth it.
It wouldn’t take much to unearth it
but what could be worse than if
the answer turned us all into fools
I’ve put my sign a thousand times
On that dotted line but I’m
worried that it might be a mistake
It’s just begun to sink in
that that permanent black ink ain’t quite as permanent as I might like to think
Well I don’t believe in anarchy
but sometimes it just seems to me
that that might be a better place to start:
a state of mind, a state of heart
That leaves you desperate
(or at the least just full of *it)
with no sense of direction, just the guts to ask the question
and let the answer turn you into a fool
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3. |
The Illusionist
04:45
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She's a mystery in stilettos
She's written in free verse
She could be the queen of anything
If they made a crown for her
The illusionist was sleeping
When he woke up in fear
When he saw that she could truly
Make things disappear
So God is evolution
How else could I stand upright?
For if apes we were this morning
We'll be angels by tonight
The illusionist was dreaming
Of a casino deck of cards
That's when she slipped past him
And kidnapped all the stars
Too proud to say he never saw it coming
Before his eyes he could see his world crumbling in
And he knew that the only illusion was his
The illusionist was wand'ring
A little aimlessly
When he found the crowns he'd made her
Hanging on a tree
Too proud to say he never saw it coming
Before his eyes he could see his world crumbling in
And he knew that the only illusion was his
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4. |
Every God And Goddess
04:42
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If I turn my back
If I run away
If I leave behind
The games we play
If I get too old
Or sleep too late
Or love too fast
For fear of hate
Will you
Still be there?
Would you pass me by
If you saw me there
In the intersection
Or would you stare?
Like the accident
That you didn't cause
But could not prevent
For all your laws
Will you
Still be there?
Every god has got his martyrs
Every goddess got a soldier who will kill
To please her but what he don't know is
She's sleeping with his enemies as well
If I turn my back
If I run away
If I leave behind
The games we play
If I get too old
Or sleep too late
Or love too fast
For fear of hate
Will you
Still be there?
Would you hold my hand
Would you know my name
Cuz tears on earth
Are not the same
Would you let me fall
Or watch me go
Or smile and say
I told you so
And you'll
Still be there
Every god has got his martyrs
Every goddess got a soldier who will kill
To please her but what he don't know is
She's sleeping with his enemies as well
And it's beautiful
Every god has got his martyrs
Every goddess got a soldier
And they'll tell you what the score is
Cuz they're living in a war zone
And we know that they'll invade us
Heaven knows we'll do the same if
we don't find a love to change us now
then it's too late for saviours
And it's beautiful
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5. |
Newton's Cradle
06:21
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He had a dreamer's eye
Defense or innocence all the same
A cruel world playing tricks
All he ever asked for was a cast
Of characters for his comics
She was the free-est spirit
Sometimes to a fault
I won't get a mortgage either
An inherited disparaging stance towards hand
shakes and contracts
He saw the big blue world
With so much room for error
So many variables
A man just needs some order and peace, well at least
In his home
She saw her small blue world
Window boxes and a concrete foundation
Longing for variables
She skipped town but she never found
Her balanced equation
So what do you do with the artifacts?
And what do you do in the aftermath?
What do you do with a mess like that
It isn't yours
but you can't give it back
What do you do with the artifacts?
Never again, she said
Her motherhood and marriage at odds
"This year will be different kids"
Another downed tree and another party
we left early.
“Let's go to the park!” he said
(Perfect sunshine with a high chance of guilt).
And after all these takes
He's still not sure where to stand in the fam
ily photo.
She took the fast way out
But I know that doesn't mean it was easy
There's a few steps to growing up
And I never met anyone yet who could guess
the best order
He saw the unforgivable
and that was that
Actions have consequences
But we're not the judges, we were all pretty grunge
In the nineties
Your hazel eyes on her
Your crooked smile on him
Gazing up through glass the dust
Just cannot quite get in
A journal and a ring
And some old Polaroids
Your life's the Harry Potter books
You read as a boy
Your middle name
Your goddamn DNA
All the conspiracy theories you've made
Your memories you can't throw away
Take them from
The drawers and shelves
Bury them
And wish them well
With a sign that says
Here lies something
Beautiful, real, and dead
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You know I don't wanna sing this song
Forever but for now it's keeping me warm
In a cold cold bed
but that's what I get
for burning down
my own home
I've only felt this way once before
Thumbs out on a gravel road
And a sunburnt back
but I guess that that's
what freedom is
so you can take it or pass
She might be the greatest thing
But a lifetime of perfection leaves me wondering
If these lines connect, or do they separate?
Can you regret mistakes you never made?
Something you said made me happy today
Not the words but just the way
You said them struck a chord
You were always good with a double-edged sword
You said I looked like a confident man
Self-fulfilling prophecy, now honey, I am
But I still don't know whether my old
Faith in love should stay or go
She might feel just the same
We'd like women to be angels but that's not the case
She don't belong to anybody else
and God help me if I belong to myself
Youth is wasted on the young but I
Kept a bit of it so I could try
To finish some
of what I hadn't done
Because I wasn't allowed
when I was young
So now I'm back on that stony road
My faith is placed in the next truckload
Of fertilizer
that might come by here
Pick me up
and give me a ride
You know I don't wanna sing this song
Forever but for now it's keeping me warm
In a cold cold bed
but that's what I get
for burning down
my own home
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