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Jurassic
04:36
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I wake up, I’m feeling weary so I head down to the boulangerie. But I get there, I turn back early because they don’t open until 5:30.
Oh, what a way to start a day. I exhale softly to myself, this is what I say:
No one focuses on what the other one says, so we nod and playalong and jump in medias res.
Well, I try to speak up, but no one knows who said it. But I’ve said it so much I don’t think I could forget it.
We don’t need it. We don’t even see it at all. No one here bothers sticking around to beckon the call. Know it’s over by the way that I’ve conceded, it’s the end by the way I feel defeated.
This world keeps on turning; I’m a spoke in the wheel. You don’t look at me too closely, you don’t know how I feel. Well, I may have said it, but I don’t know if I meant it. It once was the truth, and I’m not sure when I bent it.
We don’t need it. We don’t even see it at all. No one here bothers sticking around to beckon the call. Know it’s over by the way that I’ve conceded, it’s the end by the way I feel defeated.
What could you say to make me sway that I would stay another day?
What could you say to make me sway that I would stay another day?
I woke up, couldn't get my bread. I go to sleep in an unmade bed. Can I now say it succinctly when it cannot leave my head. Six feet under: I’m laying in the dirt, I start decaying. I’ve gone and lost the plot so now what was it that I was saying?
We don’t need it. We don’t even see it at all. No one here bothers sticking around to beckon the call. Know it’s over by the way that I’ve conceded, it’s the end by the way I feel defeated.
What could you say to make me sway that I would stay another day?
What could you say to make me sway that I would stay another day?
We don’t need it, we don’t even see it at all. X3
We don’t need it, we don’t even see it at, we don’t need it, we don’t even see it at…
We don’t need it. We don’t even see it at all. No one here bothers sticking around to beckon the call. Know it’s over by the way that I’ve conceded. Know it’s the end by the way I feel defeated.
…The way I feel defeated.
What could you say to make me sway that I would stay another day?
What could you say to make me sway that I would stay another day?
We don’t need it, we don’t even see it at all. We don’t need it, we don’t even see it at… We don’t need it, we don’t even see it at all.
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2. |
The Stream
03:10
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Please be strong, you know that I need to leave,
And I will despite what you need.
Well, I swore that I could be better
But I’m not sure that I can weather the storm.
Who says this is all there is?
Who says that this one is the life?
Who cares if the stars are to blame,
0-6-2-8, Cancer’s been calling my name.
I’m on edge, and I feel like crossing a line.
But, I’m not sure just what I would say.
Well, I spoke, it came as a sigh.
If we ignore the signs, there’s no time to give healing a try.
Take time to remember the feelings.
Take time to remember the names.
Take note if you want to atone.
You say you love me so much, but if you love me, then you’d leave me alone.
The stream would take me faster,
But there’s too much for me to leave.
Now I’m sailing towards disaster,
And it’s too much for me to lead.
It’s just like me, to do everything a bit wrong,
And I don’t know what I can change.
My mind, it stays in a fog.
I am behind and I doubt that I can move along.
The weight is keeping me grounded.
The weight is keeping me down.
The wait, it’s too much to bear,
But the stream is not deep, so I am sorry if I gave you a scare.
The stream would take me faster,
But there’s too much for me to leave.
Now I’m sailing towards disaster,
And it’s too much for me to lead.
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3. |
It's Not Enough
03:10
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So, you stay calm when I stay confident. You sing those songs, that speak those consonants from my consonance. It’s a way, a way, a way.
And it can be tough being an anomaly. But is it enough to find harmony in a homily? It’s a waste, a waste, a waste.
It is why we go wide on the side, but in the night we admire what’s required. It’s you.
It’s where you say it’s not enough (you know it’s true.) and I’ll say I’m gonna die. It’s where you always call my bluff (it’s what you do, it’s what you do.) it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. Oh why, it’s you.
I cannot taste that subtle cardamom. What’s out of place, with a corazón of the courtesan. Come what may, come what may, come what may.
Alluring thought, a bolt of lightning. The lulling bot is more enlightening, the way it’s lightening the weight, the weight, the weight.
But in the light, we go wide on the side alone, but in the night we’ll admire what’s required. It’s you. It’s you, It’s you, It’s you.
It’s where you say it’s not enough (you know it’s true.) and I’ll say I’m gonna die. It’s where you always call my bluff (it’s what you do, it’s what you do.) it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. Oh why, it’s you.
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4. |
Satellite Stickers
03:17
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The boy’s gonna be a boy, well that's the plan; it’s what they’ve always said.
Who says that what it takes to be a man? How do you lay in bed?
Don’t believe you’ll never find love because I know that you will, my dear.
And everything else that you’ll come across, you’ll face it when you are mightier.
And that’s all I'll say about this to anyone. I swear it is, I swear it is.
What’s pinned to the walls? Satellite stickers are there to test our sight. Empires fall all the time. Why not tonight, tonight?
She’s just a little girl, it’s in her name; it’s what they say they want.
They’re wrong when they say it’s all the same. She’s just their prize to flaunt.
To color the scent, they go to the rose, ignoring the presence of violets.
Their head in the sand, they push out the world, creating a culture of violence.
And that’s all I'll say about this. I swear it is, I swear it is, I swear it is.
What’s pinned to the walls? Satellite stickers are there to test our sight. Empires fall all the time. Why not tonight, tonight?
What’s pinned to the walls? Satellite stickers are there to test our sight. Empires fall all the time. Why not tonight, tonight?
What’s pinned to the walls? Satellite stickers are there to test our sight. Empires fall all the time. Why not tonight, tonight?
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5. |
Say Anything
03:52
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Say that you need me and I would say anything.
What do we need, but a mouth to feed? Whoever let the garden dry will not return to wet the seed.
Though insecure, can we be sure that to the ones that took our strength, we won’t come back and ask for more.
Where you can say that it’s over when there’s clarity. And you can say that it’s easy ‘cause it’s true (It’s true). You can say it’s all needlessly awful and I agree. But you say that you need me and I would say anything.
Oh, am I only here when I’m lonely? Boy, it’s not hard to say for sure, it’s not worth what you’re enduring. This ennui: it comes for us solely where to get us when alone, to push us closer to the known.
You wait for me, you’ll never leave.
What can we say about the way we test our platitudes to keep us far from the dismay.
Does it make us strong, or prove us wrong: The way we press our company to justify if time runs long?
Where you can say that it’s over when there’s clarity. And you can say that it’s easy ‘cause it’s true (It’s true). You can say it’s all needlessly awful and I agree. But you say that you need me and I would say anything.
Oh, am I only here when I’m lonely? Boy, it’s not hard to say for sure, it’s not worth what you’re enduring. This ennui: it comes for us solely where to get us when alone, to push us closer to the known.
You wait for me, you’ll never leave. You pray for me, you'll never sleep again.
This evil is a part of me: exorcize or lobotomy.
So help me reach autonomy from this awesome anonymity.
An analogy, a farce to free, to skip the words we truly mean.
Where blasphemy makes entries which welcome eager enemies,
That wait for me, they pray for me,
but you say that you need me and I would say anything.
Oh, am I only here when I’m lonely? Boy, it’s not hard to say for sure, it’s not worth what you’re enduring. This ennui: it comes for us solely where to get us when alone, to push us closer to the known.
You wait for me…
You pray for me…
But you say that you need me and I would say anything at all.
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6. |
The Cost of Living
04:27
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So recently, I’ve been contemplating about who kissed my wounds and promised they’d be fading, in my youth. Along the way I learned a truth.
My mother spoke more than for my linking. And my father’s Coca-Cola left a taste from the spiking on the side. But I’m thankful for how hard they tried.
They said, “Blame the aristocrats,” to convince me I’m a pro… And then they said they’d never leave, as if they truly know.
Now you are young, but not for long. Learn while they’re near and sieve what they fear.
Where, my parents held Paris intent: There they learned to speak, they learned to play, they learned to pray, they learned to go and enjoy the day.
Ryan once said he believes I’m able. But will that benevolence prove to be more than a fable? Now I am numb, would he like what I’ve become?
Bless Will is near, otherwise I’d lose the constant. The way he colors in the lines and adds the substance to the content I consume. For them to leave at all it’d be too soon.
Where my friends and my enemies are made from my design. Now that I’ve put that to words, I believe I’ve crossed the line.
All we have are halves of wholes which we choose to wear to show them off to counterparts who’ll give back what we choose to share.
And though some may betray our harbored ways, we don’t let them stick. We let them go, leave them alone, to live a life all on their own.
I can’t wait for a day that I’ll be well spoken, but this cuss in my mouth makes me feel so broken. What can I do? There’s still so much to say to you.
Oh, I’m not good, but I’m getting nearer to a point where I am calm. I just want to be sincere, but act the fool. How long can we wade in this pool?
Oh please, bless us atom bomb. Oh, let us leave a mark; the way it starts with something bright, then turns to something dark. I don’t mean this to be stark, but…
Am I safe? Am I sane? Is my brother the same as me? Forced to move around and imitate sincerity.
He should go before I slow. I can’t bear for him to know anymore.
This cost of living is more than what we can endure.
This cost of living is more than what we can endure.
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7. |
Lullaby
03:33
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Honey, won’t you try to go to sleep. You don’t want to miss the night. If you could only see; look away from the light.
You should know I wouldn’t say my goodbyes in this state. Rest your weary eyes. You don’t want to be late.
Though the days are long and the hills are steep. I refuse to go to sleep. I’d of rather have died than go to bed without you by my side.
Sweetie, won’t you dream you’re sailing the deep blue. See you are safe in the night. There is no reason to weep. Nothing to cause a fright
Nothing’s ever been as sweet as when you called me back in here. It was such a treat, though there are no monsters to fear.
Before I go I’ll ensure that you know I have endured. I just hope you’ve learned there’s no way that I could’ve loved you more.
Wait for the break. I know you can, so try. Ponder the path you will take. No one is left here to question why. To question why…
But before I go I’ll ensure that you know I have endured. I just hope by now…I hope you’ve learned there’s no way that I could’ve loved you more.
Wait for the break. I know you can, so try. Ponder the path you will take. No one is left here to question why. To question why…
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Selfish
02:42
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I want it bad. Something I can’t control. Something festered inside of me. Something big I do not have to say, “I’m sorry,” for. And if there’s growth, or a spot I cannot mark, I’ll let it tempt me, I’ll let it take me into the dark.
This body turned to stone. A mental catacomb. Just a place to call my own.
I just want to ignore the trees when in the forest. I just want to get better without working for it. Woah, it's much too much for me to only end up merely fine.
Because I want it bad. The thoughts that make me worse. The thoughts that if I feed enough, I can manifest them, convince myself I am cursed. Then as I turn, as I fade to black, I will be calm as I am sure I won’t be back.
This wreckage I have wrought: a little is a lot. I’m here until I’m not.
I just want to ignore the trees when in the forest. I just want to get better without working for it. Woah, it's much too much for me to only end up merely fine.
I want it bad. I want it bad. I want it bad. I want it bad.
I just want to ignore the trees when in the forest. I just want to get better without working for it. Woah, it's much too much for me to end up merely, after all this time, I can’t say I’m seeing clearly, no, it's much too much for me to end up merely fine.
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9. |
The Sailing Song
02:43
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End of the day, take your shirt off, run a bath to take the dirt off. You work hard, you work so hard ‘til the day that you set out to sea.
End of the line, it’s time to set off. It’s your stop so it’s time to get off, but you are tired, you’re so tired that you can not leave your seat.
End of the spring, there’s no summer. There is no break. Oh what a bummer to behold, to behold all that there’s to see.
Into the years we are waiting, filled with hours we are skating the unknown. The unknown will add more clarity.
All your life it seems you waited.
You blink, you hesitated,
Tell yourself, “Oh, it’s good enough.”
Then you scream until you’re shaken
And soon you will awaken
To tell yourself, “Oh, it’s good enough.”
Tell yourself that you deserve this.
Dig just beneath the surface:
As your hands hold dirt and sod,
You’ll scream, “So help me god…”
Into the start, with no ending. Can we go and stop pretending we are fine? We’re not fine when we lack finality.
End of the psalm, there’s no sermon, there are just the thieves and vermin. There’s no calm, there’s no calm to bring us right back to ease.
End of the song, there’s no chorus. We can’t tell what came before us, we are lost, we are lost so we bring right back to C.
End of the day, there’s no comfort; our wills and bodies contort. There’s no rest, there’s nothing left except the work and me.
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10. |
The Worst Thing
01:23
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To the friends I have maimed, they’ll be named on the stone with the worst thing I have done. What is the worst thing I have done?
To those I have not met, I bet that you’d still mind, you’ll mind the worst thing I have done. What is the worst thing I have done?
Kin who want me to grow old, I told them clearly no, with the worst thing I have done. It was the worst thing I have done.
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11. |
Suplex
03:45
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Suplex, break your neck. Can you live without regrets when you’re stuck in the middle, choking on your spittle. Tag me out, I'm done.
I’m going blow to blow with my own body. I'm glowing hotter with each punch I’m throwing.
Don’t make me shout, just tag me out.
I am learning; the flames are building up and now I’m burning. I must manage all this heat I’m earning.
I should have tagged, I could have tapped.
Suplex, break your neck. Well, can you live without regrets when you’re stuck in the middle, choking on your spittle. Tag me out, I'm done. X2.
I’m all in. I was once a shooting star but now I’m falling. I can hear you shout the spots you’re calling?
I get up slow, I ruin the show.
I’m hurting. I’m a pro, but at this moment I’m not working. I can’t make it back behind the curtain.
I cannot fight. I’m staring at the lights.
Suplex, break your neck. Well, can you live without regrets when you’re stuck in the middle, choking on your spittle. Count me out, I'm done. X2.
Suplex, break your neck. Well, can you live without regrets when you’re stuck in the middle, choking on your spittle. Tag me out, I'm done.
Suplex, break your neck. Well, can you live without regrets when you’re stuck in the middle, choking on your spittle. Count me out, I'm done.
EVERYBODY NOW!
Suplex, break your neck. Throw up the, ‘X,’ I’m…
Suplex, break your neck. Throw up the, ‘X,’ I’m…
Suplex, break your neck. Throw up the, ‘X,’ I’m…
Suplex, break your neck. Throw up the, ‘X,’ I’m done.
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