1. |
The Reckoning
02:54
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In an unwavering voice
Willing to make a choice for the first time
I want to scream at the bluebloods sitting pretty
In the canyons of the city
The time has come now the reckoning is upon us
The time has come now everything is going down, whoa yeah
And if I never see you again, I hope that you’ll remember the sound
Of the lightning as it’s striking the ground
Fighting a weakening will
Taking the heat but still we're getting ready
They got the guns but we got all the numbers
It's our uncelebrated summer
The time has come now the reckoning is upon us
The time has come now everything is going down, whoa yeah
And if I never see you again, I hope that you’ll remember the sound
Of the lightning as it’s striking the ground
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2. |
Turntable Exiles
04:19
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The stars are out shining
My computer’s data mining
The commission’s fact finding
While the tapes are rewinding in my
Double cassette deck yeah
And they got me by the neck now
This night is like a shipwreck
And we were looking for the discotheque
The temperature’s rising
And I’m finally realizing
If you look into my eyes then
You’ll see that they don’t believe.
In generation celebrations
Your divine recalibrations
Your supposed innovations
I call them dancefloor complications
Where the kids are getting down to
The sound of records turning round and round
And the skinny boys sing their songs
And the girls are all singing along
Feeling cheated by the Marshall stacks
They nod their heads in the back
And they wander for miles and miles
The turntable exiles
Where the skinny boys sing their songs
The turntable exiles
And the girls, they can’t do no wrong
The turntable exiles
And they wander, and wander, and wander, and wander around
Leave them headed for a different sound
The turntable exiles
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3. |
Law of Averages
03:50
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I was inclined to believe the numbers
It got so easy to get bored of all the answers
And now we’re left to react to
A wind-up prick on a dictator kick
Past time to pretend this ain’t my nation
Take to the streets and watch the standard deviation
I’ll never cash that check
I’m a nervous wreck, now I'm president sick
I’m tired, sick and tired of letting it go
The law of every average I know.
Had enough of this idiot reality show
The law of every, the law of every average I know.
So I’ll hide the time until November
Drunk on the nightmare of a past I can’t remember
All out of balance, check
It’s the truth that’s sick, it’s an executive wreck
I’m tired, sick and tired of letting it go
The law of every average I know.
Had enough of this idiot reality show
The law of every, the law of every average I know.
Average, I know.
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4. |
Worried
02:59
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Take the boom box and turn it to the 10.
Fading shadow of forgotten friends.
Palace coup in the middle of the night and the people in the square they shout: It's alright!
And the brothers take up arms. Against the other
Watch the brothers take up arms against the other.
The mercenaries fight but they know it's not right
And they never meet your eyes when they’re in their disguise.
Got me worried about the weather I'm worried about the government I'm worried about the pills I took.
I'm worried about the verse and I'm worried about the chorus, I'm worried about the bridge and the hook.
Prepare the borders for all the mass defections.
Rigged elections or natural selection?
Put your pen down and pay me some attention
Cuz I want to make amends for all my indiscretions.
And the sisters doing harm to each other,
Drowning out the withering ghosts who want to disarm.
The mercenaries fight but they know it's not right
And they never meet your eyes when they’re in their disguise
Got me worried about the weather I'm worried about the government I'm worried about the pills I took.
I'm worried about the verse and I'm worried about the chorus, I'm worried about the bridge and the hook.
Got me worried about the weather I'm worried about the government I'm worried about the pills I took.
I'm worried about the verse and I'm worried about the chorus, I'm worried about the bridge and the hook.
The start and the finish, the hours and the minutes, the echoes, the signals, the codes.
I’m worried about the warnings, I’m worried about the consequences.
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5. |
The Old Me
03:40
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When I think of regrets I keep inside
And all of the things that I can’t hide
Will you remind me of all my misplaced pride
That I could never keep inside
Giving it back to you
Do with it what you want to
Giving it back to you, the old me.
Giving it back to you
Do with it what you want to.
Giving it back to you, the old me.
Sometimes, every time the days fade into gray
I wonder if things always turn out this way
Always, never, did you really believe this time
That we could get it back in line?
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6. |
Failure
02:53
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She said she only wanted you to take her breath away
You said you’d come around and deal with it another day
She said that she’s fine and she’d be alright, ok
It’s complicated, you never saw it coming ‘til it was too late
Sometimes these things just end up working out alright
But then you wake up in the morning with failure coming out your eyes.
And then you wake up in the morning with failure falling out your eyes.
Time heals, that’s the only lesson I can understand
Time kills, you say to someone holding out an empty hand
Sometimes these things just end up working out, yeah
But then you wake up in the morning with failure coming out your eyes.
And then you wake up in the morning with failure falling out your eyes.
Sometimes these things just end up working out, alright, yeah
But then you wake up in the morning with failure coming out your eyes.
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7. |
Take Control
02:20
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She’s sending me a new sensation
‘Cause I tell her I got rid of mine
I’m thinking it’s a waste of time,
But I’m never fine, oh no
You’ll see it’s what you get but not now
You’ll see it’s what you get but ...
Now. Stop it right now.
She’s digging me a new medication
Take your Adderall and Ritaline
I guess I should be feeling fine
But I ain’t feeling fine, oh no
She’s picking up a new vibration
Thirty minutes and I’m on a roll
She’s telling me to take control
But I’m in a hole, oh no.
You’ll see it’s what you get but not now
What you see ain’t what you get, so not now
You’ll see it’s what you get but not now
What you see ain’t what you get so ...
Now. Stop it.
Now. Stop it right now.
She’s digging me a new sensation
Take your Adderall and Ritaline
I guess I should be feeling fine but
I ain’t feeling fine
She's picking up a new vibration
But I said that I got rid of mine
I’m thinking that I’m wasting time, but I’m wasting time.
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8. |
Top of the Pops
03:08
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It's semi-irresponsible
To think that anything is possible now.
I never learned how to fight
That doesn't mean that you’re right.
If my problems are illogical
Then get me to the hospital now.
I want to learn how to live
And how to forgive.
Tell it to the cops
We're banging on pots
With black and white props at the top of the pops
Coca Cola on the rocks, changing all the locks.
Pulling out the stops on a Saturday night.
My boundless curiosity
It battles sensibility yeah.
I know I’m all on my own
An orphan out on the roam.
My intellect’s in disarray
So stop me on the runway now.
Bring me back to sanity
Then send me on my way.
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9. |
Do It Yesterday
04:24
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Poke at the fire
I’m the upsetter
It’s getting tired
I’m never better
You can’t imagine that I’m not ready
How many times did you have to up and say it?
I pick up the phone
Forgot your number
I had it on speed dial
I shouldn't have deleted it yesterday
Yeah, shouldn’t have deleted it yesterday
But I only got so many hours before I wake up
And the clock on the nightstand says old man do you agree?
And I’d hit it but I guess I could just say politely
Could you see your way clear to give me just ten more minutes of grace?
It’s got nothing to say
Poke at the fire
I’m the upsetter
Too many lines
I won’t forget ‘em
Pick up the phone
I’ll call your number
Bang on the wall
I did the same damn thing yesterday
Yeah, yesterday
But I only got so many hours ‘til I get to it
And the writing on my hand says don’t you agree?
All the words and promises never sounded better
Could you see your way clear to give me just another decade of grace?
It’s got nothing to say
Gonna do it yesterday
Yeah I’ll do it yesterday
I pick up the phone
To call your number
Had it on speed dial
I shouldn't have deleted it yesterday
Yeah, yesterday
But I only got so many hours before I get up
And the sign on the ceiling says old man don’t you agree?
And I’d hit it but I bet I could never get it
All the numbers and the letters
They keep reminding me
Gonna do it yesterday
Yeah I’ll do it yesterday
[Spoken ramble]
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10. |
Rough Sailors
04:31
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Rough sailors on the Sea of Japan
Set a course for Bataan
Just to see if they can
Striped shirts, fading in the sun
Outgunned and on the run run run
Seven hours to Tokyo now and past the last of the snow
Clear signs of the coming collapse
Painted on the rocks below
Everything that matters is totally shattered
Torn up and cast aside and lying there in tatters.
Everything that matters is totally shattered
Torn up and cast aside and lying there in tatters.
Ta-tattered.
Ta-tattered.
Onward now, to Okinawa...
Check the sextant and the maps, full power.
Forgetting all the oaths we swore
Stepping on unfamiliar shores
Everything that matters
Is totally shattered
Torn up and cast aside
And lying there in tatters
Everything that matters
Is totally shattered
Torn up and cast aside
And lying there in tatters
Ta-tattered
Ta-tattered
Everything that matters
Is totally shattered
Torn up and cast aside
And lying there in tatters
Seeing things with new eyes
And staring down the darkening skies.
Torn up and cast aside
And lying there in tatters.
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