1. |
Saw Her Standing There
02:51
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Calling out across the crowd
Covered ears and open mouth
Can you hear me in the back?
We make our exits where we can
Sidewalks follow where we ran
Can they hear us in the back?
No course of action seemed so
Unlikely as...
There wasn't time to find the flashlight
It didn't seem like it was midnight
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2. |
Ticonderoga
02:45
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We regret to inform you that there has been a change of plans
Steve will take your money at the door, but there will be no band
Please walk single file into the office, where we'll brief you on the
Recent developments in our project: We must take your wallets
Please take a few minutes to review the pamphlets we've given you
Bullet points in red define specific reasons why it's come to this
Fill out the perforated section, tear it off, and sign it
Now, if you don't mind, please go line up outside. The cars are waiting
The passengers could not be saved
Ticonderogas in his grave
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4. |
The Escalator Broke Down
02:29
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The escalator broke down!
And the footsteps in the hall?
He was waiting for a call
But the engineers could not find a way
No!
And so the lever drops down
But the signal won't go out
And the workers had their doubts
"Will we ever get out of this place alive?"
Light the end and burn it through
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5. |
Distance/Difference
02:18
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A black ribbon
Rolled out before me
Registered clockwise
And counterclockwise
I hear a voice now
Is it the radio?
Or a reminder
Of a remainder
Piles of paper
Stacked like a canyon
Blown and scattered
And stained crimson
Or still standing
Locked and bolted
Left for dead
Gone and forgotten
There's a black car, there's a white car
Show me the distance. Show me the difference
Another breakdown
A strip of gravel
Vapor rises
From either side now
Like wet asphalt
In the summer
Or open wounds
In the winter
Pinch the bridge and
Massage the temples
Push it down and
Hold it under
A cold bed is
A cold comfort
It's all the same
Gone and forgotten
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6. |
Magnetic South
04:18
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Metal seems petrified
Down where the road's ruts hide
A story I have heard
How could the carriage ride?
A flash of panic shines
Right where the wheel aligns
Presently, liturgy
Approaching in the pines
Magnetic south ran through his heart
Magnetic fortune cast it apart
And did his hands shake in the grass?
What was the end of the story?
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7. |
Like That!
00:55
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From the start there were signs
That the end would be determined just like that.
We were told that the cold
Would be here until we're old, now recite that.
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8. |
My Real Baby
02:26
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Small hands unlatch, open the gate
Small feet traverse the path to reach
The spot marked by candles, balloons
Their pounding hearts sound out like drums
The dogs, horses, motorcycles
Are overwhelmed by eager youth
Let them run free, become secure
One day, one day, they'll own it all
I lost my baby in the crowd
But found a new one on the ground
Brown eyes, black hair, white teeth, red blood
It won't be hard to love this one
My hands they reach can't get a grip
I can't sit back and watch you slip
Ten fingers, toes, and ways to love
This ball of dirt, this little shit
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9. |
Some Kind Of Washington
05:11
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It's in the budget now, there's paint enough to go around
The shadow of a silo casts their logo on the ground
Pick up your feet
The lefts and rights come quicker now, your jaws are swollen shut
Antiseptic hides the taste of what's left of your blood
Spit out your teeth
The minus tide subtracts the coastline. What's left of our town?
What was once a city now makes not a single sound
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10. |
Jagged Eisenhower
04:09
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The edict came down from heaven in 1970
Sports cars and wallets all lined up to march into the sea
Various presidents' residences would relocate
They couldn't find an accountant to fix the rate
So they walked into the ocean
Slept in their coats and ties
But when they thought about it
There was too much invested
They took a hit!
Radio sends static transmission
Just when we all thought the worst was done
(We) aimed our headlights straight into the sun
Jagged Eisenhower on the run!
The treasury had one last thing to do
And then they were through:
A special dime made of solid gold
For you to swim and hold.
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11. |
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Count it off
One, two, three
Here's our big apology
It can't be earned by common means
We put the fix in
We won't be sold
But for a price
We'll exchange some good advice
A narrow room might change your position
Where do I sign? Where do I sign?
Fuck the fine print
This is not your, this is not your
Average payoff
A ringing sound
A pain in the neck
Took more than you could expect
The lawyers wait, peripherally
Eyes on the ceiling
A dotted line
Is hard to see
But when the axe comes, finally
The bitter end is plain and apparent
It's all in your hands now
What's mine is yours and what's yours is yours
What's up with my finger?
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