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De Jure
05:04
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Miserable dream
Crush leans close to me
To diminish the distance
Between us and ambiguity
But life is going great
With nothing left to complain
Maybe that's why, you came crawling back
Into my dormant mind
But life is so nice
So it's a crime,
it's a crime,
it's a crime, -- GUILTY
Well what do I know?
Better put the trial to work
Cause worshipping you
Was like worshipping the dirt
But at least the dirt
Can serve as soil
And as we all so clearly recall
Nothing good ever grew out of knowing you at all
Once you found yourself
Little else you could care about
Parade some vanity
While everyone else dies laughing it off
As it was, was not what I thought
Bored and miles off
Now I am left to ponder
Just what spending those years can cost
I am left to count up
What all-expense paid years can cost!
Well what do I know?
Could have sworn I’ve sung that before
Cause singing to you
Is like painting an incoming truck
But at least a vehicle
Can get from point a to point b
And as we all so clearly recall
If you never move on, you'll stay there
and I'm already many miles away
I had enough to
Inspire myself, long ago
I had enough of you
You aren't special
You aren't special
Especially not to me
No, no
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2. |
Clown Suit
04:42
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It was a vulgar mistake
to walk into that room
Vibrancy from her judging eyes
Coalescent days repeating until I go insane
with the relentless personalities
you needn't make a noise
cause I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm always talking to myself
I'm always in debt
So send the check so I can
cash in on the opulent smile
that I can't afford
now that all the real lectures are done
I can parse the prose of the respected
but it's such a disgrace in the desert district
because their...
people cannot maintain focus
on the problems they tend to project
with all the minor tragedies
and actual greatness dispensed
so who's gonna wear the costume
that hyperbole provides
to slip into the ranks
of the illustrious and pinnacle clown suits
your recital is set
just don't come to expect
true principles
delicate martyrs could not share or listen
but opened their snout when the free food falls out
pontic-caspian steppe's not enough distance
to properly measure my depth of disinterest
in your lecherous good intentions
persuading dignity into young easy decisions
so here's rarefied priceless advisement
play stupid games and win stupid prizes
wearing false colored borrowed plumes
no dog in that race
although that might be his girl
soon you'll have to decide
if choosing a side is a side altogether too
GO!
back at home
nothing ever changed
Where best intentions
Are the first to flake
your bottom line is
reputation made
which turn forgiveness
into a disgrace
so upon inspection
any shill can see
you're wearing the shoes of
an empty niche
for all your hard-earned sincerity
you never even had the nerve
to face me
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3. |
Edgewise
04:21
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Some people never learn the difference
Between a friend and a foe
Not until the knife is in your back
Just twist it and then you can go
But it should not be this way
Well, at least until you take your turn
Now you find yourself so conflicted
between the morals you sow
Spread around some lofty values
A fundraiser for your own ego
with such dazzling ethics
well how much do you spend on them?
I'll tell you
I seek the author of mercy
The writer of better days
And all this time I've been so very unkind
To all my remaining friends
She’s the foreign beauty
Already forgot my name
And in this palace of suitors with contracts
so much better written than mine
well, don't forget
to get your word in edgewise
Just the latest debonair
the notes barely register to me
you will not be the first
and there's so many left to deceive
even if it's another flop
the self-righteous never fail to flock (right on time)
I seek the author of mercy
Who writes in the past tense
And all my friends who are rarely present
can count them all on a single hand
She’s the foreigner's beauty
already caught in her twine
and in this palace of suitors with contracts
so much better written than mine
So don’t forget to get your word in edgewise
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4. |
After the Girl is Gone
05:59
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Dragged my simple saints
Just to shiver in her icy grace
Got my desires wrapped up
In a fickle noose that's tightening in view
A worthless attraction, some dull madness
It's such a disaster how
one's young hope just passes
But I don't care enough to retrieve
all those forfeited meanings
they only serve to further age me
to attend to their calling
between the people you take for granted
There will be no message
There will be no reply
To the vain sound that strives
to reach and explain
just bury that belief on your way out
Should have been poisoned
Should have stopped breathing by now
Do not romanticize the faux pas
If there's a way to leave this dread
the soft voice that rings throughout
the routes of imagination
to what might have been
or just ideas above my station in
making worlds out of
moments of each other's passing days
just to be... nothing
and end just the same...
it's the biggest joke in the world
the biggest joke in the world
it's the biggest joke in the world
the biggest joke in the world
it's the biggest joke in the world
no more crushed animals
in the angles of streets
no old absurdity to seize and re-frame
if I can throw out the past
surely I'll get something back
from the sacredly spoken
blatant and corrosive half-life
no need to idealize what once was
do you really want to fight
the entirety of life
confined to former designs
step out of that frame of mind
there's no other way around
so tired of the tiresome traces
that strike a canvas in exacting stains
don't let this life's pivots claim
all that was and will be after today
had to seek inwardly
because there was never anyone
waiting at the gates for me
All that time and effort
Condensed to a grain of sand to hold
one too many, too much
can pull you down
After the girl is gone
is it a change of the guard or is it not
After the girl is gone
now you got everything to stay
After the girl is gone
just one less memory to outlive
after the girl is gone
there's no one left to pass on the blame
After the girl is gone
is the woman only left to tell you how it is?
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