1. |
End of Summer Bummer
03:31
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2. |
Mend Our Ways
03:59
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we got the needle
we got the thread
we got the time
let's mend our ways
i got the time
if you've got the day
i still got that time
let's misbehave
despite those tips of my fingers that say,
"no no no no no -- you better stay in place"
well if you wanna go
waste all your seconds
trying to live up to
the lie that binds
us inside
invisible little white lines
(lies)
we got the needle
we got the thread
we got the time
let's mend our ways
i still got the time
if you've got the day
i still got that time
let's start today
despite those silly little tips of my fingers that say,
"no no no no no -- you better stay in place"
well, i've been living someone else's dream
don't know what it means
it ain't me
well i'm tired of living life
stuck in a dream
time to find that story
we lost in concrete
a different way to be
quit focusing so much on
the "i" in 'dentity
quit focusing so much on
fulfillment of their 'dentity
we got the needle
we got the thread
we got the time
let's mend our ways
i still got the time
if you've got the day
i still got that time
let's misbehave
despite those silly little tips of my fingers that say,
"no no no no no -- you better stay away from the exit sign"
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3. |
Caught in Metaphysics
05:10
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you and me
and the silly city
that we love to loathe --
i was better off alone.
you went away
as soon as you realized
metaphysics abound.
tell me when you finally feel “sound”
(feet on the ground,
look to the feet on the ground)
no, i couldn’t match your ideal.
so you cut me off with your “twice two”.
i couldn’t make “four”.
i fell to the floor.
fall to the floor,
falter once more.
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well, i didn’t know
where i was going with this one
anyway . uh huh
well, i thought you
could meet me
at the exit sign
of all that we’ve ever known.
i guess i was just as bad,
caught up in a web of ideals.
you were too
caught up in metaphysics
& confused.
so what is there to lose
when there wasn’t much to begin with
anyway ? uh huh
caught up in metaphysics,
it’s a ruse.
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4. |
Standing on its Head
03:00
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5. |
Little Box Dreams
04:53
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living a lie
living a lie
living a lie
toxic mimicry abounds
looking at another
like a mirror, or,
looking at another
like a mirror, or,
little box me up on a screen
little box "we" so lonely
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your little box dreams
never made much sense to me
little box dreams, little box lie
toxic mimicry abounds
well i could walk for miles & miles & miles
(or so it seems)
& all i'll ever see is people stuck inside
staring at screens, little box dreams
little box life
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darling can't you see i've fallen?
happens so quickly
darling can't you see we've fallen?
happens too quickly
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6. |
Sow the Seeds
04:20
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sow the seeds, help 'em grow
through the cracks
of all that we've ever known
i didn't want it, though,
i knew i had to go
some things just take time
to finally be actualized
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could you even conceive
anything more than the "I"?
i didn't think so
i negate their design
you fall back in line
& we get further away
from affecting any change
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(manufactured means fracturing you & me)
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sow the seeds, help 'em grow
through the cracks
of all that we've ever known
sow the seeds, watch 'em grow
through the cracks
of our foundational ties
little lies that bind as they blind
sow the seeds, grow with them
through the cracks
cause we're from them too
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(sow the seeds of resistance)
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quickly, it comes as it goes,
all at once distracted, alone
the modern mess pools around my feet
i couldn’t see anything but a screen
and so it seems
we just believe
in wires
wiiires
quickly, it comes as it goes
all at once distracted, alone
all for the world alive in song alone
not what’s outside the classroom window
and so we sing
of purple mountain majesty
but the tops have all been removed
guess we missed that lyric too
quickly, it comes as it goes,
all at once distracted, alone
we’ll never see the rising sea
we’re all so lost in machinery
and so it seems
my country tis of these
lies
liiies
an opiate for the masses
an opiate for the masses
an opiate for the masses
and so it seems
we just believe
in wires
wiiires
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dream of boundless bounty
though our harvest carts
stay empty
dream of boundless bounty
though our harvest
keeps getting more & more empty
work for the boundless bounty
of the few & never
the many
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well i’ve heard those lullabies too
i heard ‘em from my birth to the present
they heard it from a fertile crescent
now a desert
& all those little roman babies too
they’d soon learn all about
subservience to the few
& how they’d dream of wearing the hues
that glitter off the golden suits
& how we dream of wearing those same hues
that glitter off the golden suits
of progress that we never knew
that was for the chosen few
& never the many
& certainly neither you nor me
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well i’ve been over it & i’ll stay over it
…ten million times
every time
i step outside
the assembly line
& i realize
well we’ve been bought,
we’ve been sold
just like visions of gold
cause we were bought, we were sold
by mere glimmers of gold
(it’s getting old) —
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— by the old men
sitting behind some desk
snug in their suits of progress
“if you work real hard,” they say
“you can be me
come on & live
the top level dream”
but some destinies never do seem
to manifest for neither you nor me
just ask betty
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well i’ve been over it,
yeah i’ve been over it
…10 million times
every time
i see Sisyphus climb
with her aching back
with his sleepy eyes
we’re all striving for the reality
behind something that just stays a dream
striving for the reality behind
strategically implemented bullshittery
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from pyramids to pyramid schemes
it’s all the same thing to me
thy kinsmen become the next kings
why do you think that they supplant them?
they plant themselves
inside the revolution at first
& we just stand idly by
waiting for somebody else to create
little white lines
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11. |
Colored by Fiction
03:04
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Tête-à-Tête Miami, Florida
*
dream meets
fuzz meets
proletariat pop
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MIA/NYC
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