1. |
Take Me Far Away...
00:28
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2. |
As For You
05:49
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I have so many things here in my life
They don’t cause me strife, they do me right
They do right by me
And every now and then there comes a time
On down the line, a fork they say
Towards bright or darker days
So here I am, out here on the road
For all I know, I can’t do it on my own, but I must go on
I must go on
I’m going on my way, and...
Chorus:
As for you
I’ve got nothing left to say, and
As for you
I’ve given up explaining it away
And though it may be contrary to what I said to you
To forget a friend is what I gotta do
I may have told you that
I would take you back
When those chips were stacked way up so high,
high against me
But here and now I find,
I won’t give up my time, or shut off my mind,
just to let you shine, all to turn you on.
So, here I am, out here all alone
With a foot inside my car and another on the road and I must be strong
Yeah, I must be strong
‘cause I know I’ll die someday, but…
Chorus
Winter, shadows falling all around,
Made to raise my greatest hopes and toss them to the ground.
You, you said love’s a fleeting thing,
Something saved for story books and big expensive rings.
But I, I see through your thin disguise, felt the love within your eyes and
Every time I realised,
Ooo-ooo-ooo, kissing you there in the dark, yeah,
Who do you think that you are?
Chorus
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3. |
My Brain
05:05
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My Brain is falling apart
It's a silly, sloppy mess. Oh boy,
Don't get me start-ID.
God damn. Well it's nothing at all.
I keep staring into mirrors and I'm climbing up walls,
and I fall, when I lose my grip.
Oh no I didn't mean to say it - just a Freudian slip
on down, into my way. Yeah, no one might have shown,
I'm just so happy you came.
Welcome to the medicine shop,
our shelves are all stocked with some pills you can pop.
Have you seen, them intellectual beings?
Yes they stand yea-tall, big heads are all green.
It's obscene, but don't you lecture me.
You know I learnt much more in those books read free.
You see, best let me be.
It's time to cut off this anthem and burn some degrees. It's a-
Good thing you've got your problems
We've got the cure.
Can't help what creeps up on you.
Are you so damn sure?
Tell me your secrets and tell me your fears.
Tell me how you found yourself here.
I saw your face in the crowd
You didn't say much, but your face said it loud.
Did you think that I wouldn't see?
Oh, people forget that we can think and not speak.
Oowee, well I'll tell you freely:
Your future is now and your past is not nearly gone (that's right).
Oh it's coming in fast.
Keep your feet to the ground, and don't be losing your head. It's gone.
Good thing you've got your problems
We've got the cure.
Can't help what creeps up on you.
Are you so damn sure?
Tell me your secrets and tell me your fears.
Tell me how you found yourself here.
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4. |
Guillotine
06:49
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Well hello there my dear
It’s been quite the year
I was up and then down
Turned back around
With my feet flying high and my face on the ground
But that’s the thing of it all
If you let yourself fall
Or bang your head off the wall
Screaming oh but no, no, no, no, no, no
Don’t you know?
The higher you climb the lower you go
I’ve got some words for you
Yea i’ve got a thought or two
And I’ll say what I mean
And not to obscene
Oh please let me talk so I don’t have to scream
When the truth is out you know that you’ve been
(Sad) and trite and you slice like a dull guillotine
When you bleed him dry as you say your goodbye,
It will be just the same as you and I
And as a matter of fact
I know you quite like that
See, I’ve seen your disguise
Run my hand up your thighs
Fallen comatose in your green eyes.
But I’ve a skill for the tact
I’ve learned to wear black, and darling besides
It all goes out with the tide
You’ll surely drown as you’re weighed down by your pride
Oh yes, believe me girl you may know just what you lack
But in terms of direction, there needs no inflection
Cause this story is white and black
Well you may never hear me out
And get your chance to spin this whole ordeal
But as soon as you lied with the truth on your side, it doesn’t matter how you feel
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5. |
38th and Washington
02:49
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6. |
Light Rail
04:13
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I wake up in the morning, I pull my shoes over my feet
Try to make my way across town.
Everything you are and all the people that you meet
They make up all the days that you’re around
Polar pop is king of the way land
It piles high upon its thrown
A crack pipe’s laying right there on the ground
A syringe too in this out door home
The city bought all the buildings up
They sent the businesses gone
The people walk around so lost you see
They don’t know no home (nowhere to go)
I’ve seen your face
I’ve seen your face
I’ve seen your face a time or two before
I’ve seen your face.
24th and Washington
Scattered streets are these
The people walk around so lost you see
They’re out there begging on their knees.
I’ve seen your face
I’ve seen your face
I’ve seen your face a time or two before
I’ve seen your face.
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7. |
Ships and Planes
05:44
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8. |
... And Bring Me Home
02:17
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9. |
What I Need
02:13
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Well there's only so much that we can do in this life
they say we won't know til the end if we were wrong or dead right
but i know in my heart there's only so much i need,
and when i get where i'm going, i hope that i've seen
a good woman who's loved me when each day was through
a cold beer to my lips, them old rock and roll tunes
a sunrise and sunset to bookend each day
and a big open field where all the kids can still play
well you won't find no love at the front of the pack
so just let it all go and only love will come back
well you won't find no love at the front of the pack
so just let it all go and only love will come back
well you won't find no love at the front of the pack
so just let it all go and only love will come back
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10. |
Disco Delusion
06:24
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Disco delusion and I’ve seen you here before
Full of confusion when you walk right through the door
Trying to forget the easy urge to let you in
But now I’m simply powerless to let it all begin
Polyester collars and I’m covered in gold stars
My heels are high and my sunglasses are dark
I got my perm done just the other day
Oh boy I’m sweaty and I feel some kind of way
Disco delusion things are getting kind of weird
I was seeking out the watchmaker when the room just disappeared
Transcend reality as I hang on for dear life
My left hand holds the sutures while my right hand grips the knife
And I’ve got aliens, they’re landing on my yard
They’re here to party and they’re flying spaceman cars
My buddy says, hey man I think you’ve had enough
But these little green men keep on filling up my cup
Take me far away, and bring me home
I’m setting, betting, sweating, fretting, looking in a mirror
Spent on paranoia, can’t you get me out of here?
I’m twisted up in whispers, and I’m spinning into spells
I think I found the secret that my memory can’t tell
Disco Delusion in the verse we never wrote
I’ve been looking for the valet for the ghost who took my coat
And I’ve been yelling, telling, having me a blast
Oh sometimes you’re moving forward, sometimes you’re falling back
Take me far away, and bring me home
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