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Blender
01:42
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2. |
Type of Degree
05:03
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that's the pain
i felt it coming through again
a weak arm, a numb leg
the warmth of a hairpin
that's the heat
shower mist to warm the blood
the collar choke
my son awoke
the clouds broke
everything i own
gonna lose the mattress first
gotta take the car in again
i can still hear the brakes creaking
over everything i own
that's the rules
in by bed and 10 by 11
my doctor orders
my covered bridges
my perfect borders
my ruined image
my days get shorter
everything i own
nothing really fazes me
the proudest of the branches and extensions on my family tree
i gotta high-powered type of degree
what about my high-powered type of degree?
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3. |
Jet Plane
01:26
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won't you ride away to boston, ride away to lynn
watch out jay so you don't fall in
on the jet plane
well i heard about the guy at sea-tac
and i heard that he was only 29
well i heard that he stole that plane and flied
and i heard that he crashed that plane and died
on the jet plane
well how do you do on a mack truck
and how do you do on a freight train
well hello how are you how do you do
jenny ride a jenny rode away
on the jet plane
well i'm gonna ride i'm gonna ride a jet plane...
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4. |
I Had A Nightmare
01:30
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(SEED MONEY)
i had a nightmare i said sorry to you
i had a nightmare but i know it isn't true
i had a nightmare but i'll never say sorry to you
i had a nightmare but i'll never say sorry to you (that's true)
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5. |
Wild Nights
04:28
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the golf course, the hotel, the hillside valley
wild, wild nights --
in clothing addressed to my tired uncle
wild, wild nights --
a gunshot, an echo, the cat who woke up
wild, wild nights --
approaching the sunset, east heading west
wild, wild nights --
no longer fulfilled from nights spent wandering from bowling alley to bowling alley to bowling alley. the memory's not there. i had started to forget what fast food tasted like and the tensing of the abdomen from the overwhelming swell of group laughter. once loudmouthed brats, now i don't know. where are your friends tonight -- i don't know. other than getting older in isolation, i couldn't tell you. thank god, it's almost over --
wild, wild nights --
the lawnchair, the garden, the public radio
wild, wild nights --
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6. |
Everything I Own
03:30
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gazing out the window
the carpet feels lower to the ground
middle of the aging night
i was chased up the fire escape, i swear
snow white snow scrambled
image on the screen
no sleep at night and blurry blue light
is everything i know
it's not the fear of dying that's keeping me awake
it's everything i own
i should be so thrilled!
everything is falling into place
exhaust, dishes, memory blank
don't panic
the transcript, the packed car, the public spaces
couching in-between
people i love and the people that i've lost
myoclonic pulse and grinding down the dust
it's everywhere i go
shadow of the winter, tensing of the muscles
it's everything i know
iiiiiiiiiii trust your judgment at all costs.
iiiiiiiiiii trust your judgment at all costs.
♪ i'll give you my panic, i'll wear you out ♫
so i trust your judgment when you walk.
it's not the fear of dying that's keeping me awake
it's everything i own
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7. |
Counterstrain
03:54
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counterstrain
when you take a breath, don't hold it in
counterstrain
pull and stretch, the muscle split
i'm sorry for your pain
it must be so frustrating
from the first faint cough
to the last pitch break
counterstrain
counterstrain
counterstrain
cheek to cheek, head and neck
counterstrain
i'll see you in the pretty morning
i'll see you in the pretty morning...
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