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Growing out of control
Just like never before
Never going to be beating
It’s after midnight and it’s eating again
He’s never going to be beating
Growing out of control
Just like never before
It's growing and I'm feeding it
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2. |
Super 8
03:07
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I want a decent job in a decent state
With a loyal dog and a mortgage rate
But the things you like are the things I hate
Tell me again why I’m going insane
I’ll take a little relief for a little blame
Temporary pleasure for permanent pain
Tell me again why you’re always awake
Like newlyweds in separate beds
Don’t let your hair down
Don’t let them hang around
And if you pour your heart out
Then I will let you down
When I see a for lease on the side of the street
It’s validation for my isolation
Tell me again about the shapes in the shade
And what they say when you’re not awake
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3. |
Stonecutter Eyes
03:07
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Hey boy you’re only getting older
There’s a twinkle dimming in your eye
Years later when his skin is colder
He’ll call this the best time of his life
God help the kid but he’s gotta make a living
But he likes to dream about words and girls that he finds pretty
Hey boy put it down on paper
Says he never seems to have the time
He’s got a job off 45
Sweating through the summer nights
Big dreams in his head
But at the end of the day all he has is a check
And when you size him up for the first time
All you see through the grit and grime are his
Stonecutter eyes
Don’t deceive me and just know you’ve got time
But it’s looking like he may settle for a simple life
“I’ll get there one way or another”
That’s what he says
Without doing much beyond reading books in bed
One night I told him to hop on my shoulder
And see all the people who could sterilize
Your stonecutter eyes
Hey boy you’ve got plenty of time
And what it takes but first you’ve gotta step outside
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4. |
Up All Night
01:56
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There’s a desert, why don’t we go?
Why don’t we go
Cross the desert to an ocean
While it still flows
I know I’m not the last one, the first one listening
There’s a question: What do I know?
What do I know
There’s a mountain, wanna be there
While it still snows
I know I’m not the last one, the first one listening
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5. |
A Man Without A Country
03:58
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They say we suffer from ideological plagues
That we can’t quarantine for more than two days
I get my politics from bumper stickers and billboards
Or pop country singers singing over three chords
Well I’ve been to a town where no man stands
Not with his neighbor, or with his band
I go by seven names and none of them are the same
Don’t know which one’s the pseudonym, which one is to blame
I get my politics from the masses and the hordes
Or punk rock singers singing over two chords
Well I’ve been to a town where no woman waits
Not with her neighbor, or with her band
Well I’ve been to a country where I could cooperate
With my neighbor and with my band
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Young Professionals
01:55
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We’ll be some proper men
We will be gentleman
Ask for the night off every other weekend
We’ll be home by ten
When the ninth inning ends
We’ll curse Gary Jones for that one bad send
We’ll have a proper stout
And drink a modest amount
Last call will come but we won’t be around
We’re young professionals
Frequenting confessionals
C’mon Johnny you’re upsetting your mother
She’s got eyes like your eyes but she smiles like your brother
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7. |
Class Of Eventually
04:21
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People walk from building to building in lanes
Just like the highway
Determined footsteps catch my heels
Before passing on the left
Would you recognize an echo of yourself?
What if he said he was someone else?
Had to press the matter into a body grander
If I graduate one day I’ll be a caricature of me
Eventually
Can’t see the end but the coffee pots running dry
There’s a house that’s green right down the street
Immolating times
Though I can’t say I mind
Say let’s go to a show
Imagine that happening here
We’re resigned to dutiful weekend beers
Lately chugged without cheer
But anyways, cheers
When we finish the beers
We’ll blast “Hate it Here”
And we won’t say how particular it feels
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8. |
No Destination
04:13
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I came to the crossroads
And stood still as best I could
In an unknown land of unknown men
One of them approached and asked me
“Where you headed?”
As far as the country goes
In terra incognita there’s no destination
To build you break it down
Other option is stagnation
In terra incognita there’s no destination
After a moment passed he chuckled and cocked his head
Smell of cheap cigarettes and desert dust around him
Had to ask “What the hell are you thinking?”
Well sir, precisely that
An unintentional discovery birthed a demonstration
In the greatest river valley they sought their destination
But in terra incognita there’s no destination
Well if there’s no destination
Then you’re no hero
What are you?
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9. |
Sober Tonight
02:20
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Lazy at night
You said it right
There’s never a guitar when there’s a melody in my mind
Hypothetical nights
Negotiable lies
I tread between islands when there’s a melody in my ears
Antsy at night
You played it right
There’s always sunshine when there’s a melody coming from you
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Kathy
01:20
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Heard an ad in Michigan
Something about God in sins
Kathy laughed and then she said
“God is fake and I’d tell him” I said
Kathy
Won’t you let me believe?
I’ve seen so many cats on 65 but I’ve yet to see one that’s still alive
She said
“Close your eyes count down from ten
When you get to one is when
I’ll slip it in between your teeth”
She went on three it didn’t bother me, I said
Kathy
I don’t want to read
But it’s mile 73 and I’m sick of the radio station you picked
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11. |
Dead Leaves
02:28
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Don’t you know leaves don’t turn green
There’s a sign that I don’t need
There’s a skeleton laying in an unmarked grave
And he quivers when I quote him alongside the interstate
There’s a skeleton
And he knows my name
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12. |
Started Bright
04:08
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13. |
A Figure Quaint
05:01
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Brightened boy, yonder cliffs so high
Smiling on them, a reunion with the sun
Look up from the reverie and see a bright kid
Tongue tied for the time being
Give it a few and lighten the hell up
You know that you could make a living down there
You’d better of hoped it so
A figure quaint enough to be
A mold for all to cast in
Mouldering in a past that never happened, never so
Wish someone had told me to
Look up in the noisy silence
And see the sparkling static of lidded looks
And the light and the sun
And to abandon our laws
It’s tempted me in the past
Loose the knot not knowing which thread will leave me
Grasping, alone, naked
Forget the shirt just untie your tongue
There’s still plenty left to be sung
They’ll only listen when you’re young
The old rambler on the hill
Should be there preaching still, don’t you think so?
They’d never told me so
Didn’t know there was something to know
A figure quaint enough to have a past never known
A figure quaint enough to take on all other projections
Mouldering in a past never known
A figure quaint enough to be a mold for all to cast in
Mouldering in a past that never happened
Back by sundown
Cried the marching boys on the long bridge
They must’ve tried their best, but they almost let it split in half
That’s what happened
Don’t look for much console there
Just tell it as is
It all is isn’t it again and again
So don’t you get sentimental it’s not so good for your health
Our living experiment is still attending to itself
It could hold firm and tall
Considering it all could you bet against it?
A modern saint
Our figure quaint
Pardoning me
Keep it
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14. |
Redmond
06:12
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I’ve seen a lot in terms of America
I’ve heard a lot in terms of hysteria
But if you turn down the radio I won’t come undone
I drove for miles in a Subaru
Twice that in a Mazda too
With an acoustic guitar rattling coming from the trunk
And the first promise ever sworn has been debunked
While the worst promise ever sworn just never sunk
I’ve been sober for a Hanukkah
Haven’t smoked since you asked me to
But if we’re caught drunk under the sun, know it’s for the Cubs
If it’s Familiar it’s part of America
If I’m a Criminal still I’m American
And if that’s what you think I am, that’s what I’ll be
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15. |
Dead Cats On I-65
02:41
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16. |
Foreign Shapes
02:51
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I just keep moving, right along
Just like nothing’s even come and gone
And when they play, your favorite song
I’ll act like I’ve liked it all along
It’s still the same, we’ve heard your songs
They sound a lot like Pavement gone wrong
But if you’d like, we’ll put you on
We’ve got a slot at five in the morning
What’s your name? I know your face
I’ve seen it in a Foreign time and place
Well if you’d like, I’ll take you home
It’s getting late and I can’t be alone
Where’s my face? I’ll put it on
My confidence is really coming along
Now if you call, I will respond
And tell you what’s been really going on
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Jake, Bob, Max, Alex and Pete.
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