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Head Bone
01:45
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The neck bone's connected to the head bone
the head bone there to keep you dry
plain and simple
hard and fast
always safe and sorry
I'm afraid I've already fallen
for your vast collection
of nervous twitches and ticks
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Spell It Out
03:13
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Narration:Two figures walking at high noon
In matching scarves in green and blue
Now all the town is painted red
the older one, she turns and says
Marge: Say, I think it's time we spelled it out
There's only so many years left where I can pretend I don't know that I am someday going to die and leave twelve plain white t-shirts.
I get the strangest urges to just punch out total strangers and I get the feeling that there would not be any-
-consequence no I think they might just thank me for a change of pace
you know, it's not everyday you get punched in the face
it's not everyday
Narration: The shorter one he turns and stares
And runs his hands through fading hair
Eyes open wide she merely waits
At twelve 'o five he starts and says
Leroy: Strange, I was sort of thinking the same thing
I've got quite good at feigning ease with all these things that I can't stand it's to the point where I forget that I am even trying.
I'd like to meet someone who shares my need for random outbursts of the sort that you've just mentioned or maybe we could take-
plastic bags and make parachutes for flightless birds whom we've always thought deserved a chance to know what they're missing
to know what they're missing
Narration: and so the two resume their walk feeling like the air from a burst balloon that's so confused now that it's escaped.
now that it's escaped.
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Writing Lyrics is Hard
02:56
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Unrequited love is kind of rude
It's like building them a house when they didn't even ask you to
They like what you did with that room
But the people in the pictures look a little bit too much like you
You don't know what goes in it x3
The drapes are the wrong colour, etc.
Metaphor, metaphor, analogy x4
Unrequited love is getting old
It used to be a real disease and know it feels just like a nagging cold
There's not a ribbon or parade
There's no need to research something that if given time just goes away
They don't know what goes in it x3
They only treat the symptoms, etc.
Metaphor, metaphor, analogy x4
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Red Giant
02:54
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I've got no plans for after death
besides lying down 'til the world ends
the sun'll get real big, we'll vaporize
forget whose particles were yours or mine
the choice to bury or cremate
will be made for you if you just wait
five billion years give or take
a red giant's gonna crash the wake
It'll come to take back
your best shoes and plain black slacks
'cause at the end of the day
they weren't yours anyway.
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Imaginary Friends
03:28
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When you were only 12 years old, you threw your old dog down a well, pulled the pin on a grenade, and then you blew it straight to hell.
Later when the smoking stopped, you started pulling on the rope, and when the bucket reached the top, it was the punchline to your joke.
You laughed like it was going out of style, and I guess it was.
And then this morning I woke up, and you had tied me to the bed, said your imaginary friends, had put a bounty on my head, nothing personal of course, and its a shame to see you go, but since we have to anyway, well there's some things I'd like to know.
You said you'd like to see what happens if we drop this knife from ten feet up, it might just bounce, you never know.
I said I've got a guess, a hypothesis I'm happy to let die in my stead, I'm pretty sure how it will go.
You know that we had always hoped, all this was something you'd outgrow, or at the very least we'd know when you were coming.
You laughed, like it was going out of style, and I guess it was.
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The plane played a game of keep away from the ground
and every stewardess was made up to hit the town
its hard to believe they do any of that for me
pay the bills and make the grade bite a nail and turn a light off
go to sleep and have a dream you go to sleep and dream inside her
it was hot as hell when I found my kyoto inn
and all the temples packed with miles of bare-skin
libido ran up a debt, haven't been able to pay it yet
pay the bills and make the grade bit a nail and turn a light off
fall asleep and have a dream you fall asleep and dream inside her
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What You Get
03:36
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I decided to be what you wanted
the part of me that cares for you, I'll let him out when I refuel
Guess thats just what you get for being so stupid as to think your thoughts correspond with anything thats real at all.
A gas station, in rural wisconsin
will be his home from now on, where he can love you all he wants.
Guess thats just what you get when you outlive your usefulness
we could start a retirement home for splintered selves and phantasms
hope he won't get too cold, in freezing rain and melting snow
just hope that no one lets him know he's there
A lone figure, in my rear-view mirror
I'll visit him in a hundred years, if I'm still alive which of course I won't be
Guess thats just what you get for being so stupid as to think your thoughts correspond with anything thats real at all.
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Myra's New World
03:12
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Myra came home, in bits and pieces
in saliva, left on every envelope she sent
"dear kind members, of my audience,
I'm just writing, 'cause its the thing to do
regarding the mind body problem: I've got both and thats my problem
one would be enough for me"
Myra wrote her, friends and family,
until she had been, absorbed clean into her stationery
"dear past neighbour or old acquaintance
keep this letter somewhere cool and dry"
Myra spread her whole life's labour over thirty years of paper
"I've got a plan thats right for me, I've chosen simplicity"
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Even Former WNBA Stars
04:06
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Marge: I'm having trouble fitting through your door dear
is there something about these bruises on my forehead you find so appealing?
Leroy: I thought that we'd been through all this before dear
I cannot be held accountable for the layout of my apartment building
Marge: well thats the same thing that you say about the way your eyes roam
and though you say that you're sorry I wish you didn't have to
Leroy: well it's not like I want to
but meeting your eye level
is such a giant hassle
Narration: even the former WNBA player is finding it hard
to feel like there's someone who cares enough about them
to ignore the stares
Marge: you know that it occurs to me dear
that for every single day I've talked I've had the same damn conversation
Leroy: well I guess that now you see dear
that going out in public means a certain amount of stupid questions
Marge: you know I always thought you saw me as more than a number
sometimes I think I'll change my name to seven feet two inches
Leroy: the advantage of which is?
Marge: if nothing else its likely
to save me time at parties
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I got a problem, maybe you can relate
I clean everything right off my plate
and now the weight is threatening to crush my bones
I feel them splinter with every step
up the stairs, at town hall
And when your man-boobs finally crush this town
the neighboring village is woke by the sound
they start a collection and all pitch in
and pull survivors from folds of skin
the mayor delivers a rousing speech
to the hobbled townspeople in the streets
they'll send this crushed town up in flames
rebuild it better on your remains
up on the roof I start breathing in
I feel the air inflate my skin
until I'm many times my size
I float until my spit starts to freeze
count to ten, open my mouth
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Hey! Charlie Brown!
03:42
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You had better race for your life 'cause in one way or another
little red haired girl is gonna send you running back to mother
somehow I'm never quite sure what's going on
why can't I have a normal dog? x2
Hey Charlie Brown!
you've got a knife in your back!
she took the ball!
and now she aint comin' back!
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Frail White Lid
03:16
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I'm old and grey
I've got a bandaged hand
to protect my skin
for when I'm beating down
on the frail white lid
that separates my cells from death
When you press your ear
to the ground
you hear a thundering sound
it's heartbreak riding in
when you hold that shell
you hear a distant yell
it's your own ghost's last demand
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Hey call the news aide
this little mermaid
is warm and dry
muttering to herself
I wanna touch someone, but I don't want them to touch me x2
Flash bulbs are bursting
her condition's worsening
she's refusing treatment
refusing treatment
even gloved hands are too personal
no compromise and no reversal
I wanna touch someone, but I don't want them to touch me x2
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Rob Tunstall Tacoma, Washington
Trying to retire more soonly
So I can kick it with Chun Li
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