1. |
Oh Ghost!
01:06
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Oh ghost of Ridley Scott's dead brother,
Won't you please come save me now.
I've been sitting up, smoking on this bench all alone
Acting like I don't know how
To survive in the cross fire,
Between the less desired demons that drag us down.
Oh god! Ghost of Ridley Scott's dead brother, won't you please come save me now!
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2. |
Toys R Us
02:27
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Someday I will loud
Stand apart like a flare gun in a crowd,
But for now Im fine being a shitty, screaming church mouse
And I'm a moving van full of empty boxes
Trying to look profound and not come off obnoxious
Who's scrapping every part of his cranium
For an increasingly shitty set list
And I'm the unlocked door
That is never fully open
The, troubled child putting his G.I. Joes in coffins
The sociopathic shut in who might be secretly killing it
A massacre, without anyone to witness
And Im the nightmarish dreamscape of the legend of Don Quixote
I'm my father's friend from college who died on peyote
I'm a screw up bound for living on the streets
Or maybe fortune and glory
But either way, Mr. Postman please,
I just want your daughter to be happy.
So would you please,
Give her this letter for me.
It says I'm sorry for the things I never did.
And I'm even more sorry for my soul crushing emphasis
On how I don't wanna grow up,
I want to be a Toys R Us kid.
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3. |
Tablecloth (Cover)
01:36
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You made a skirt from an old tablecloth,
I still remember the red checker pattern.
I want to walk until I get lost,
And when I get home everything will be better,
You made a skirt from an old tablecloth,
We danced to a beach boys song,
In a yellow living room with the lights turned off,
That was long before everything went wrong,
You made a skirt from an old tablecloth,
and i hope your new boyfriend thinks its real cute,
and sometimes i wish that i could just chop off the chunks of my life that i wasted on you,
You made a skirt from an old tablecloth,
and when we kissed you said my face felt scratchy,
so while you were at work i shaved my beard off,
and when you came home we kissed and kissed like we hadn't kissed for weeks even though it had only been a couple of hours.
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4. |
Candlestick
01:57
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Well I was standing, and smoking, piss drunk outside of our apartment.
Wanting to come home.
You woke up alarmed, you went down to investigate,
Armed to the teeth, now that you're left alone.
And I got impatient, crawled in through our basement
window I was atement you try to keep locked.
And you dropped your candlestick you intended to kill me with,
my pail familiar face must have kept me from being harmed.
I should have lied,
I should have said that I love you,
And I need your love to survive.
I should have cried,
Should have said I'm not over you,
And I need your love to get by.
You offered me coffee you didn't have.
We stayed up late talking, I passed out on our welcome mat.
And you didn't wake me up when you went to work.
You left me a note, but that was more than I deserved.
I should have lied,
I should have said that I love you,
And I need your love to survive.
I should have cried,
Should have said I'm not over you,
And I need your love to get by.
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5. |
Shock Collar
01:39
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Analyze me into oblivion
And I'll stop making that face you hate
Keep me under your thumb
And out of the stoplight
And I'll stop nervously shaking my leg
I don't care what people think
Because I think you're great
You're a shock collar in skinny jeans and you keep my head on straight
Still pushing me to go outside
Because it's not the sun that's giving me cancer
It's the cigarettes you always hide from me
Because nicotine isn't the answer
You're a blinding light
And I've got tunnel vision
I was stranded, now I'm saved
You're a shock collar in skinny jeans and you keep my head on straight
You're my parol officer
and doctor, therapist,
and telepropter, on the table
You're the best offer, the Terminator in a hellicopter
You're a shock collar in skinny jeans and you keep my head on straight
You're a shock collar in skinny jeans and you keep my head on straight
You're a shock collar didn't know I needed and you keep my head on straight
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6. |
Sweaters
04:24
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I said that you look great today
But of coarse you always do
You said I like when you wear sweaters
But you look good too
And you say its what you want
Tighten ribbons on the back of your head
And I'm not sure when it's enough
And your not sure what I meant
You said you don't like roses
After I bought you a rose
It still has all it's peddles
You were sure would decompose
Short walk in the falling snow
But it's not that cold at all
Warm lips touch and fingers numb
And I'm not sure how to get home
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7. |
Undead Melodies
01:52
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I woke up dead
I think I called the proper people they refused to send an ambulance
So I put on my best and only suit
And walked a couple miles to that decrepit tree where I kissed you
And carved out a shallow grave
Oh the irony when you said to me you're going off the deep end,
You're insane
I crawled along feeling safe,
Diving into my hard work I dream of buzzards picking off my face
But those broken birds never came,
And almost thankfully neither did the rain.
I dug out the dirt from my eyes stretched my limbs no longer phantom or in pain
that stupid music fills my heart and I start to sing
That song you hated I scream out loud half remembering
Home I where I want to be
Pack me up and turn me round
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground,
Head in the sky
It's ok, I know nothings wrong, nothing
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8. |
Life In Vain (Cover)
03:17
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Don't want to be free of hope
And I'm at the end of my rope
It's so tough just to be alive
When I feel like the living dead
I'm giving it up so plain
I'm living my life in vain
And where am I going to?
I got to really try
Try so hard to get by
And where am I going to?
I don't know where is up or down
And there ain't any love left around
Everybody wearin' a frown
Waiting for Santa to come to town
You're giving it up so plain
You're living your lives in vain
And where are you going to?
You've got to really try
Try so hard to get by
And where are you going to?
Flip on your tv
And try to make sense out of that
If we were all in the movies
Maybe we wouldn't be so bored
We're giving it up so plain
We're living our lives in vain
And where are we going to?
You gotta really try
Try so hard to get by
And where are you going to?
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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