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Home EC
03:28
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Good Lord, more like GREAT Lord
And if you're ignorant, guess what, you get ignored
And you can feel mighty fine when you're falling for the fjords
A travel-size fiasco, tripwire around the ankle
It'll play in Peoria because the lesson's universal
And the plebs will never know if you're hours late for rehearsal
Bought it just to buy it
I'm flying by the seat of your pants
Crybabies try to decree it
And though truth may belie it
It's hardly libel if you satirize it
A tangled web of generosity
Only outmatched by its ferocity
It's funny you should ask but if you want a reasonable answer
you'll have to speak to my manager
And her supervisor is gone for the season so if your loyalty card is looking for redemption
Working with a millimeter of an inch
Complicated history like the taxonomy of a finch.
Confounded by the recurrence of morphologies
Convergence of species' occupying a similar niche
Can't stop now but why would you want to
If the situation calls for it why not just say thank you?
Gumshoe in my hairdo, bid adieu to the rescue
Spent all the petty cash on fondant
While we're only still in previews
This papers went long while the opera went short
Drowned in a parking lot thanking Portugal for its port
Hardly having a ball while host and hostess hold court
This party is as thrilling as watching a casket warp
Cut me to the quick, cut me to the core
This flimsy pretext ain't worth fighting for
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Low Headroom
03:08
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They roll out the red carpet wherever I stay
Probably cause my cup overflow with Cabernet
Low headroom so keep your thoughts on the downlow
Broadway dined with Hollywood then let the zeitgeist know
Hard eight. Figure eight. Seven ten split.
No one wants to hear your noise anyway
That might not be what they said but that's what they say
Watching wallets like they're hanging from my wrist watch
Making time with the honeys at the penny slots
Hard wired to accept injustice and we do it every day
It's a dynamic planet when it wants to be
I'd be busy loving it if it weren't at capacity
If you've got a purpose and you've got a friend
You're a lucky man, a lucky man
And if the city didn't try and kill me
I might be inclined to make it to seventy
Back step. Two step. Smile for the judges.
Face in my palms too good at holding grudges
Celebrity chefs famous for their personalities
Stars living beyond reality
It's an injustice and a crime the way it warps the young
Dedicate and educate reserved for the unsung
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Alsasia
02:35
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It's a blind mans bluff on a dead man's curve
And it's off to the races before another's country heard
And the check arrived before the dinner is served
And the blade hits the bone before the blade hits the nerve
And this cast iron stomach upholds my constitution
But the body is petty and keen on retribution
Let's look at the checkbook and pray for absolution
Got a tin can to the good lord hidden in the Lazy Susan
Alabaster in Alsasia, it's as easy as it seems
Hardly ever, everlasting but still happy to be part of the team
And I save like Jesus and invest like Moses
And I'm speaking far too loudly even though that you should know this
Pack mules smuggle kindness because a smile bears the weight
And being tired is convenient if it's all up to date
And the congregation counts on me just like I count the stars
And like if just as fascinating and nothing if bizarre
I can set the table when the sun is setting in the west
We're ordering more streamers though the party has all left
Names are added to the ledger and faces to the queue
And the moments become reckless before they form a coup
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Allergens
02:59
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I understand there's a better man in me
Who appreciates so selflessly
Half a man who performs half amazingly
Milestones for every boundary
Allergens from the peanut gallery
If I was smarter I'd blame society
And I just want to run home
Amortization and I'm coming down
Consequences they're coming thick and fast
If I was faster I'd have the inside track
Trying too hard is what I'm best at
Matinee the hell you say
I'll be there to pick you up
Laziness, that's what crazy is
The time is what slows you up
Or I'll just be there to clean you up
Because it'll give me something to do
And my days are filled with quiet
Saline tears on this laugh riot
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Earth
03:39
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Spasms in the chasms, Jones in the catacombs
Chills in the glaciers, Chemical aphasia
I need a fissure's fix, I need a tectonic taste
I was a mountain peak And now I'm just the face
I am the world, an addict In a global state of panic
I am the all I am the end
Fend off the fits with a little bit of senselessness
No one suspects a thing they're all too busy arguing
I nod off and hear you burn
And thank Christ that they never learn
A violent simple sphere
I chip to fight the fear
I just need one more.
It's worth fighting for.
I push off the sky
For piece of peace that's mine
But it never lasts
It's always gone too fast
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Slipped Disc
03:55
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Thicker than thread but thinner than rope
It's not ecumenical if it's a matter of hope
The fire in my heart is crawling up my sleeve
Burning up the oxygen I need to breathe
This house was a sinking ship
But our love turned it into a sinking home
Flaming out at an impressive clip
And when the smoke clears there's only bone
I'm an American by way of the Northeast Corridor
Take a long walk into a short walk-in humidor
I'm flipping tables so someone tell a priest
There ain't no room for ghosts at this Thanksgiving feast
Don't be afraid to tip the staff
I'm suffocating but all I can do is laugh
We used to be cellmates now we're just friends
The reed may be broken bu the fun part still bends
It's unlikely not unethical
Just because there's pain doesn't make it medical
Just ask Janice but don't tell Catherine
You got a lot of power behind that pulpit
You got a lot of panache behind that podium
And It cuts like a knife
Slipped a disc when All I did was shudder
Hurt myself in my sleep
Put your fear in the fridge if you think it won't keep
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Classically Handsome
03:49
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I'm not the one who's making decisions
Avoiding blame with expert precision
The shop is closing, there's nowhere to go
You shouldn't be speaking with those you don't know
Next to the aorta, it starts with aborting
Emotional blackmail, confidence extorting
Shuffle the bricks and polish the mortar
You're selling words for cents on the dollar
Whispering in tongues when you may as well holler
While bringing the dead to Friday night supper
Bathing in almond milk while others in squalor
Heads are kept down when the sky is most hateful
None are forgiven even those who are faithful
Quiet is wasted on those who can't hear it
Grounding the ship when there's no one to steer it
Fools like you are proof god exists
Rise to the top while others subsist
Blaming the dead as the ink rises from the paper
And then barrel through the crowd til you feel like it's safer
Salting the earth where the soils most shallow
Adding grain to the ground to keep it more hallowed
Commenting on life when the weak begin dying
Informed by ellipses with the gait of a giant
Traipsing through trail mix cause the good lord supplied it
You'll never know so better so why bother fight it.
Mastered in mimicry, well-versed in the verses
Concerned with the symmetry of daisy-chained hearses
Grinding your teeth cause it stops you from spitting
Landing the airwaves, the transponder's transmitting
Sipping champagne as the headaches keep splitting
Dying of irony which would be just as fitting
The fog is so thick it's like marching through soup
Breathing in vapors and what has become of you
A concentrate of the lowest hanging fruit
Aerated now airborne and barely above the root
Taking advantage of the passenger van
Dueling with duality, the flames backpedal to the fan
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