1. |
Repossessed
03:31
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I used to be so low I would wonder
“Would I ever be free?”
from these human remains that wander
in this purgatory of ordinary
Repossessed
Every morning I woke up still dreaming
“Would I ever be free?”
from this mindless army that’s warring
in a limbo land of the ones who can’t
Repossessed
My time was bought and then used for nothing
“Would I ever be free?”
from the never-ending line where I
poured my soul and i watched it go
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2. |
Joyride
03:13
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Driving up and down the lanes
driving our selves insane
Why don’t we go
out for a ride tonight?
Past the Shakespeare Bridge
all along the ridge
Why don’t we go
out for a ride tonight?
The concrete river runs dry
where we laid eye the sky
Why don’t we go
out for a ride tonight?
Joyride
Across the gentle slopes
by the box homes full of hope
Why don’t we go
out for a ride tonight?
Roll the windows down
there’s warm air all around
Why don’t we go
out for a ride tonight?
Joyride
The Ghost World buses drive by
without a soul inside
Why don’t we go
out for a ride tonight
Leave the stress and bills
they can’t afford these thrills
and we can go
out for a ride tonight
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3. |
Bottom Feeders
02:27
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Couldn’t cut it
in the short con
Now you’re going
for the long one
Credibility
is not invincibility
on the matchstick stage
It's a creepy scene
You know what I mean
Bottom feeders
Shedding skin
for the cool one
Mold your soul
for ambition’s sake
Mediocrity is your philosophy
in a low stakes age
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4. |
To Be Exact
03:19
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This is just to say
when the spring comes ‘round
sick to think I’ll feel the same
as when winter breaks to spring again in 2010
And to be exact
about the lips my lips had kissed
They firm up and prepare to give
a love that I had not yet known
and had feared
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5. |
What It's All For
03:33
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The network has you on the run
Everywhere you look people are having fun
This system's sickening
I'm looking for a route
to get out
When I was 17 the world seemed without bounds
The days to freedom I would count
And when it soon arrived I thought that I would die
And that was fine
And on the map I marked an "X"
The very place where my innocence rests
A place of thorn and weeds
A place where no one sees
for the trees
The hardest part was where to rest
You find out that life is just one dull, lonesome test
But you can't deny the times you waited for a sign
that you'd arrived
So this is what it's all for?
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6. |
Turning Away
04:02
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Watch your neck
this place is a big old wreck
Dry your face
we gotta get out of this place
In these times
when the unfulfilled life is a crime
Bought and sold
to a jeweled hand so cold
Total disarray
The world is turning away
We were sold a bill of goods
before we even knew they could
A sad lament
about the sorry way the state went
At the back of my mind
in a dream where everything is fine
Future days of waste
begin to fade to grey
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Some would claim
my heroes
were only only total zeroes
Great outcasts
that were passed over and over
The ones who live the dogged life
The ones who stray from the easy way
From Chris Bell to Barrett
the songs of Peter Perrett
Judee Sill, a poet true
and Grant McLennan too
Late at night
a search for
a fragment of your core
These sad songs go on
and soon the drink is all but gone
These songs tattooed upon my brain
The songs that stray from the easy way
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8. |
She Grew And She Grew
02:38
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9. |
Born Of No Class
03:50
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In my room
laying on the bed
“I'm damaged goods”
running through my head
All my dreams
are all for naught
“I’m damaged goods”
with a core of rot
Nowhere to go
No one to be
“I'm damaged goods”
Can’t you see?
Let me drift
for a little hope
“I’m damaged goods”
at the end of my rope
Aerosol can
fire explodes
“I'm damaged goods”
and we all know
This old house
poor white trash
“I’m damaged goods”
Born of no class
Life is a dream to those who can afford
Life is a scream to those born without it
inside it
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Business Of Dreams Louisville, Kentucky
Raised in Cheap Hill, TN. Ruinous stints in hell (SF/LA/Toronto). Studied under Lydia Tár.
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