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Ups and Downs
03:10
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A single possible future
A plan of attack
But then calamity strikes all of sudden
And your stopped in your tracks
A path from the present
Diverged from itself
A split that grows ever farther apart
And can never be helped
I look upon the person I am
The person I would have been
The person I’ll never be
And if I’m alright
I can come back to life
I was on the path when the path was pulled from beneath my feet
I can bide my time
And take what’s mine
When the present’s ripped away, then the future’s all you need
An impossible past
Broken and blurred
I can’t mourn for memory
Of something that never occurred
I don’t want to get bitter
Or live my life like a cynic
Stuck inside cold and resigned
Just counting the minutes
I’m not afraid to be wrong
I’m just afraid to never have tried
Never done it right
And if I’m alright
I’ll come back to life
I was on the path when the path was pulled from beneath my feet
I can bide my time
And take what’s mine
When the present’s ripped away, then the future’s all we need
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The Invisible Hand
03:13
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Let’s all just try to be amenable
Everyone just sit. (right down) Polite!
Make me a palace in rubles
Make me a car in yen
I don’t want to get off of this ride quite yet
I’m cashing in on condominiums
Culture be damn when there’s cash to had
I’ll take it
Might’s right!
Two new cars in the drive
I made investment moves
Someone gets me going, and I just can’t stop
I’m a boat in a rising tide
Limousine stretch, and caviar spread
Hoping the crystal doesn’t go to my head
Money is myth, but I’ll still feed your blood to my money machine
The invisible hand is the hand of the billionaire
writing checks to himself
Riding the shotgun seat of the Kapital race
You’ll never get him
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San Antonio Pot Brownies
02:26
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I used to hear an awful ringing in my ears
A ticking clock that counts away the years
A fear that nothing really was how it appears
I couldn’t get over
I used to feel my life just tearing at the seams
Always wondering what any of it means
I looked for answers until I found out there were none
Get out and have
Funny how I turned my life around by letting go
It’s ok saying you don’t know
Sometimes you feel under the gun
Like you’re no one to anyone
But with a little bit of failure
And a little bit fun
You know that you can be someone
Now I look upon the jokers and the clowns
They don’t phase me now because they can’t bring me down
I tell them who I am, and not the other way around
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Be Here Be Now
03:16
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Sometimes I lie awake at night
Thinking where the hell is this all going?
Who am I — what am I — gonna do about it?
What does it matter if I don’t?
I want to be here
I want to be clear
But my mind is a million miles away
And ahead a hundred years
I want to be now
But I don’t know how
I want to put my to rest
And just be around
Thinking of the future, thinking of the past
If you’re thinking too much to be in the moment, then
the moments don’t last
Time is precious, we only get so much
The present is all we have, so let it be enough
I want to be here
I want to be clear
But my mind is a million miles away
And ahead a hundred years
I want to be now
But I don’t know how
I want to put my to rest
And just be around
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5. |
Everything Ends
02:57
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For all the days that pass us by, some just seem to be stuck on repeat
If I’m trying to be present then remembering is accepting my defeat
I try to practice loss of memory on every little memory of loss
Looking forward, never backward, mainly from the fear of tallying the cost
Because…everything ends
Everything ends
Everything ends
Nothing stays the same
Sitting in a waiting room, with headphones playing sounds from my past
Linsay’s voice cuts like a knife through the regrets that we couldn’t make it last
But I’m thankful for the sadness that I feel that never really goes away
For I would rather feel the pain of memories than an ambivalence of age
Because…everything ends
Everything ends
Everything ends
Nothing stays the same
Everything ends
Everything ends
Everything ends
Nothing stays the same
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Memories
01:34
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Memories.
The original event standing stuck, straight up and down like a stick in the mud of a diminishing past, slowly moving further and further away from us. And we’re just left with the faint impressions that over time tell us less and less.
Pretty soon all that’s left is the memory of the memory, a reminiscence of at one point reminiscing. I remember that I felt, but don’t remember how it felt to feel it.
A parade of images, massaged and manipulated.
The bad becomes worse.
The good becomes better.
The hill taller, the passions deeper.
The insurmountable more gallantly surmounted.
This is why nostalgia is so dangerous. It was never actually like how you remember it.
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7. |
Starting Over
02:34
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Some days I’m walking round in circles
Some days I’m just stuck in a rut
And I feel like starting over
With a different face in a different way
Some days just look like any other
Pull up to the house, paint on a smile
And I feel like starting over
And move out and away
And if you don’t make move
Everything stays the same
Nostalgia’s a crutch
Don’t be afraid to change
Some days I wish I were invisible
Some days I feel like I am
And I feel like starting over
And over and over again
And if you don’t make move
Everything stays the same
Nostalgia’s a crutch
Don’t be afraid to change
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8. |
No One's Listening
03:31
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Broadcast in apathy
An exercise in brevity
An illusion that anybody cares
If everyone is making noise
It’s not like we have a choice
To listen or be self aware
Addiction of degenerate
Of generation masturbate
Everyone individually the same
The pop in the vox populi
Salivation stimuli
Burning little holes inside our brain
You’re just another voice in the age of speaking up
You’re one more pebble down the waterfall
Anyone can say anything at any time
It’s just no one is listening at all
Is it strange that I feel out of place
As a member of the human race
Stranger things have happened all before
Impervious impersonal
To disconnect and worst of all
We had our fill and all we want is more
You’re just another voice in the age of speaking up
You’re one more pebble down the waterfall
Anyone can say anything at any time
It’s just no one is listening at all
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There’s a fire in your core
That won’t go out
A boiling madness
That makes you want to shout
Nothing makes go down
It’s always around
Though I’m sad to see you go
I know it’s what you got to do
I’m happy in a way because
I think it might not the end
Just the danger of getting what you want
Somewhere in the back of my mind
Hidden in a box
Is a picture of you and me
That I keep under lock
It’s not like old times anymore
Change is inevitable
Though sad to see you go
I know it’s what you got to do
I’m happy in a way because
I think it might not the end
Just danger of getting what you want
Such faith
Such magic
I’m won’t make the same mistake
Again
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10. |
We The People
02:44
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Do we line the streets with empty gestures?
Do we keep our eyes closed even when we’re in the light?
Do we pimp ourselves on the altar of capital?
Do we do what we do only ‘cause it’s been done?
We just want someone to believe in
Someone not working for the man
Who’s twisted smile hides hedge funds and bank accounts
Someone who sees, someone who understands
Who’s clumsy words talk tall?
Who lines their pockets with the struggle of the poor?
Who claims to be special in an advertisement for normalcy
Who keeps barking but will never bite?
We just need someone who knows us
Someone we can trust
Someone not be bought, who isn’t sipping on the Kool Aid
Someone not living the boom and bust
Results may vary, while supplies last
Call now, money back guarantee
Do I listen to the little blue light,
Or is it listening to me?
They claim they know me, but they don’t know me
I am not my data, and you are not your data
I will not be bought and sold
Traded By a system that is broken
Quantized and commodified
We the people, and the people have spoken
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Forgiveness
03:51
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Get it all out in the open, let the wound breathe in the air
It was my fault and I’m sorry, now it’s all too much to bear
I’m a human being, I make mistakes but I hold to my capacity to change
Or at least grin and bear the pain
When you hurt the ones you love you also hurt yourself
If you strike love from your heart it strikes the heart of someone else
If you don’t give when you get you’ll soon get what you deserve
Rest assured
Let it out, Let it in
Let it end if it should be the end
Want to start
But I don’t want to start a fight
Cut it out, cut it in
Cut to the end, it’s all on you
When it’s wrong and don’t know how to make it right
When I say I can’t forget and I choose not to forgive
There’s a funny feeling deep inside and I don’t know what it is
Like stones tied to my leg and I’m stuck walking uphill
And I feel it still
If I let you in would you understand the way that I feel
I know inside you’re broken and just don’t know how to heal
But maybe try to fix your shit and I’ll do my best to fix mine
Before next time
Let it out, Let it in
Let it end if it should be the end
Want to start
I don’t want to start a fight
Cut it out, cut it in
Cut to the end, it’s all on you
When it’s wrong and don’t know how to make it right
All this talk is ringing in my ear
Seems like any thing I say
It’s all right there just underneath the surface
Waiting to appear
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