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Dinosaur & Intro
02:48
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I can go the way of the dinosaur
Pretend you’ve never seen my face
That we’ve never talked before
I could be a friend
Or I could be no one, no one
No one is what I am to me
No one is such an awful thing to be
No one is such an awful thing to be
Catch a plane to Argentina
And maybe yesterday’s the last time I woulda seen ya
I could be an enemy
Or go ahead and tell your friends that I never existed
I was just a spark that you blinked and you missed it
Worst part is no one takes the blame
Except that No One is my name
And you know No One feels the same
And you know No One feels the pain
And I could be your friend
Or I could be no one, no one
No one is what I am to me
No one is such an awful thing to be
No one is such an awful thing to be
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2. |
Re: Overall
02:26
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Well, I over-steeped my tea
I overstayed my welcome
I hate the toxic part of me
I'm over trying to tell him
You over thought that thought, babe
You overbooked my flight
So I couldn’t make it home
So I couldn’t make it right
But if you loved me like you used to
How could you do the things you choose to
Like I’m nothing but a passerby on the train to lose you
But if you show your face to me
Maybe then we can make believe
Like I faced some great defeat by someone I told everything
Well, I overcame those hard bits
Overcorrected in my lane
Sometimes I miss my Charlotte
I'm just too afraid to stay
Couldn’t overuse I'm sorry
If I tried to overstate it
But it was clear that we were over
I just overcomplicate it
But if you loved me like you used to
How could you do the things you choose to
Like I’m nothing but a passerby on the train to lose you
But if you show your face to me
Maybe then we can make believe
Like I faced some great defeat by someone I told everything
Someone I once told
When the art scene runs cold
We’ll live in a house together
Making believe like we’re old
Well, I'm overweight, I'm overtime
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3. |
Overton Window Swing
01:26
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Foot in the door
And door in the face and sing
Meet me in the middle
Do the Overton Window Swing
Meet me in the middle for a little
Move it just to the right
The left’s the old middle
New middle’s little up tight
There's not the left or the right
There’s just the right and the wrong
And now the right’s in the wrong
And now the wrong loves this song
And the wrong runs the ring
And the wrong does the swing
Foot in the door
And door in the face and sing
Meet me in the middle
Do the Overton
You know what to do
Meet me in the middle for a little
Move it just to the right
The left’s the old middle
New middle’s little up tight
There's not the left or the right
There’s just the right and the wrong
And now the right’s in the wrong
And the wrong loves this song
And the wrong runs the ring
And the wrong does the swing, fuckers
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4. |
Palisade Passepied
02:30
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“It was my greatest thrill” said Willie O’ree
“I’ve no idea what tomorrow looks like for me”
Morning cigarette, coffee, and morning concerns
I'm living life in the age of the anxiety
There’s no keener advocate than a convert
Convert me with pamphlets and leaflets and proverbs
Wrinkles in your brow that you can’t iron out
So put more starch on your cuffs and your collars
West Hollywood’s Botox and latex smiles
Reptiles that Mulder spies on the X Files
Hollywood Star Wars, Trek, and Chex Mix
You know when LA’s breath hits you’ll aim for the exits
“It's on no map,” he then tells the Captain
“They prey on the youth with their playful distractions”
Cacophonous vacuum, a hole in the wall
Kiss on a napkin like it never happened
There’s no keener advocate than a convert
Convert me with pamphlets and leaflets and proverbs
A wrinkle in your brow that you can’t iron out
So put more starch on your cuffs and your collars
Your empathy’s small but the bill’s big
You pop pills and pillage like a drunk Greenwich Village
West Hollywood Star Wars, Trek, and checks mix
You know when LA’s breath hits you’ll aim for the exits
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5. |
Haussmann Waltz
02:47
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I’m sorry that I’m here
I’m sorry that I came at all
Endangered on the stage
Who died and made you Jane Goodall
No need to scream about it
I’m just taking the piss, love
Are indie bands too scared to rock
Yeah, too scared to even pick up the phone
Too busy vibin'
Popping beta blockers sitting at home
Jesters tend to lead
And leaders tend to be unjust
So why we busy lecturing
People who agree with us
Is it a crime to be self important
Is it a crime to be self important
Is it a crime to be self important anyway
I’m sorry but you’re bumming me out
I was born to be bad
Washed out guitars
It’s not interesting to only be sad
Don’t fall for their shtick
They all have rich parents
Life’s a highway and NY Times alerts
Are giving you hives
Fake a funny face before the bombs go
Splat on your drive
Feel free to scream about it
Don’t the shoot the messenger though
But feeling sorry for yourself all the time
Or that rug have to go
Is it a crime to be self important
Is it a crime to be self important
Is it a crime to be self important anyway
What’s the use in putting out a world that they’re fine seeing burn
When they ignore the youth drop a Han Dynasty Urn
When all the kids are making same-y washed out tracks
And only 15% have the will to get up and actually act
What’s the use in blowing out a world that they’re fine seeing burn
When they ignore the youth drop a Han Dynasty Urn
Is it a crime to be self important
Is it a crime to be self important
Is it a crime to be self important anyway
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6. |
Any Time Now
02:42
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Just try living your life
A little bit at a time
Don’t go reading ahead
Asking questions all about the very end
Reason’s the same as mine
Leaving for the other greener side
Could have been two proper nouns
Built our home down into a house
We’ll still be happy anyway
Magic is the adjectives
Kisses on your typeface
Will you be my person thing and my place
Love is a novel and your lips are a bookcase
Living life in the here
And now before you up and disappear
Into ash is a better time
Than sprinkling your dust all on the finish line
See every time you look
Mark your page inside my book
Fold the paper to mark your place
Write in ink that we both cannot erase
We’ll still be happy anyway
Magic is the adjectives
Kisses on your typeface
Will you be my person thing and my place
Love is a novel and your lips are a bookcase
Maybe the time is now
To decide before the South
Forces us as far away
As Carolina could ever make us stay
Words don’t mean a thing
'Less you’re listening while I sing
Indents and punctuating marks
And incense and these palpating hearts
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7. |
Nero Diocletian
02:51
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When all my plants are wilting
And my heart’s been through the wringer
Will you be by my sidelines
Giving me the foam finger
I asked her if she could ever fall in love with a singer
And she said, "I'm feeling pretty tired now, goodnight"
When anxiety attacks me
And I’m in need of safekeeping
Mind just keeps on spinning
From my excessive daydreaming
Asked her why she’s been so
Lonely, aloft, and day drinking
And she said, "Why the hell are you so uptight"
In a perfect moment
We could be Diocletian and change ourselves
Even when we’re broken
Dividing like adjacent daughter cells
Baby, let’s get open
Be my something or be my nothing else
Be my something or my nothing else
I don’t want to hang above you
Like a fucking stalactite
Or front crawl below you
Honing in on our bad sides
Why does every time I say goodbye
Feel like the last time
And she said, "I'm feeling pretty tired now, goodnight"
In a perfect weekend
The two of us, our monkey and nothing to hide
Even when our doubts creep in
Will Eurydice make it out alive
In one piece then
Be my something or my nothing else
Be my something or my nothing else
Be my something or my nothing else
In a perfect moment
We could be Diocletian and change ourselves
Even when we’re broken
Dividing like adjacent daughter cells
Baby, let’s get open
Be my something or be my nothing else
Be my something or my nothing else
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8. |
Urydice (feat. Also Joe)
02:50
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Faintest of memories
Sunken ships and sirens sing
Eurydice disappeared long ago
And still I’m trapped under these strings
The forging of differing parallels
Dividing cells and secrets hid
Force ourselves to fake the strength
But maybe sometimes we’re supposed to forget
To be loved is something different
To love is to be without
My father, he once told me
"Son, lovers are never devout"
Sunken ships and sirens sing
Eurydice disappeared long ago
And still I’m slumped over these strings
To be loved is something different
To love is to be without
My father, he once told me
"Son, lovers are never devout"
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9. |
Roger Moorcock
05:24
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My brother had a son
And he found some higher purpose
Children mined some metals
Deep beneath my wired surface
A billion lonely stares
How I wish to be as rare
As the shiny rock
Within the wider earth is
You learn from an early age
That you should be scared
Of the thought of not stealing
Yet another drop of air
The idea of a world in which
You’re no longer there
If only every child was a metal
Far away would she be rare
Far away
Kids today
In a mole hill
Mountains in sales
If corporations
Are people
They should dig
The damn mole hills themselves
Far away
Kids today
In a mole hill;
Mountains in sales
If corporations
Are people
They should dig
The damn mole hills themselves
Far away
Kids today
In a mole hill;
Mountains in sales
If corporations
Are people
They should dig
The damn mole hills themselves
Far away
Kids today
In a mole hill;
Mountains in sales
If corporations
Are people
They should dig
The damn mole hills themselves
Far away
Kids today
In a mole hill
Mountains in sales
If corporations
Are people
They should dig
The damn mole hills themselves
Far away
Kids today
In a mole hill;
Mountains in sales
If corporations
Are people
They should dig
The damn mole hills themselves
He faints every
Time he gets nervous
He faints every
Time he gets nervous
So let’s faint every
Time we get nervous
Let’s faint every
Time we get nervous
But I want to find some purpose after all
I want to find some purpose after all
But I want to find some purpose after all
I want to find some purpose after all
A catacomb of creatures
Afraid to leave this Earth
A cacophony of coughs in sleeves
Are carving in the dirt
Love is found in God’s loving smile
Well, it’s more a half-hearted smirk
Is it true you need to die
One of these days to know your worth
Then I became a part of you
And then you came apart
I became a part of you
As we began to part
I see you in Asclepius
I completely missed the mark
Don’t ya ever let His meaty fists
Beat at your heart
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10. |
New Coke
02:42
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Crumbling statues and chandeliers
You can’t go home and you can’t stay here
We’ll ignite the flame and complain when it seers
Our insincere saints with bank bandoliers
Ban your fears when you can’t understand them
Claim the climate’s a clause in the left’s memorandum
Play dumb, put people endanger, and save them
So you can incite wars, wait ten, then reinstate them
It appears that the Leftists left us leftless
so now the rich reckless just press for Brexits
Out there copywriting an inclusive message
Eating a bowl of impoverished youths for breakfast
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Tennis Elbow New York, New York
Ryan Wentz lives in New York City and makes tennis music.
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