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Aimless
04:09
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Shut your revenge off,
it won't get you far,
you shifty little thing.
Drop your pistol in the sand,
I can see how this will end,
and it ain't no pretty thing.
Push me out your way,
I ain't got nowhere to go,
so I got nowhere to stray.
I'm just floating by,
I'm not tethered to nothing,
I'm always going to fly.
Pull your hair out all you want to,
I'll never make a choice,
not like anyone has asked me.
I try to take a breath,
but nothing's happening,
I can not make a sound.
I'm aimless, so aimless.
Constant wandering.
I'm aimless, so aimless.
Changed by any wind.
Look out look out look out
Because you keep on stalling,
Look out look out look out
Because you can't.
Look at the clock and you will see
that the time is calling,
stay in one place get beat by the hands,
stay in one place get beat by the hands.
To repair my way, means having to admit,
it was broken in the first place.
Could I laugh or cry?
It doesn't make no sense,
and it don't make any difference.
I'm an easy catch,
it's like my whole world was stocked
with suckers simple like me.
My eyes set back into my skull
with no sense of direction,
I'll be picked up by most any wave.
Look out look out look out
Because you keep on stalling,
Look out look out look out
Because you can't.
Look at the clock and you will see
that the time is calling,
stay in one place get beat by the hands,
stay in one place get beat by the hands.
I'm aimless, so aimless.
Constant wandering.
I'm aimless, so aimless.
Changed by any wind.
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2. |
Perfect For One Day
02:53
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Here's a little song,
it's all about selling some cars,
important things people lose
getting drunk in bars.
And far from the brain,
the mistakes that we've made
when we worried bout the others
'stead of worrying bout ourselves.
They can all just go to hell.
And oh how they'll say,
it was pretty here for just one day.
Now I can keep on worrying
cause you know it keeps me thin,
I love a man who chokes to death
behind a big fat grin.
He told me as they came
to fly his soul away, he said
"thank God I've always lived it
like it's going out of style,
smiling every mile."
And oh how they'll say,
it was pretty here for just one day.
Tra-la-la-la, Tra-la-la-la,
Tra-la-la-la, Tra-la-la, la-la...
Smile into the camera,
it shows so much within,
you won't believe
the depth of heart
fathomed round your chin.
On a clear day you can see
infinitely into those eyes,
merrily concealed by all the
gestures of the pros,
weak skin and broken bones.
And oh how they'll say,
it was pretty here for just one day.
Please steal the pain
and smear it on some else's face.
All the sounds of youthful shout
have strung out in the cold,
the tattered tales of yesteryear
are patterned in the folds,
the trouble you thought quiet now
is tightening its hold.
I'll win my fame,
it'll never be the present tense again.
Oh how they'll faint,
got the ideal climate on a string.
Oh how they'll say,
it was pretty here for just one day.
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3. |
She Can't Complain
03:35
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Everyone keeps fighting for
a treasured place to nest,
I find it's warm
through any door,
it points to why I'm messed.
They can torch
all their clichés
cause I've got no one far away.
My heart has got no empty space,
it's sweet and perfect as it stays.
And it's a long way down,
so I suspect it's coming soon.
Luck never smiled so wide on a man,
unless a man become a fool.
She can't, she can't, she can't,
she can't, she can't,
She can't, she can't complain.
And I am tied up with love,
so tell me how can I run,
I can not dream a better dream
to make these ties come undone.
And it's a long way down,
so I suspect it's coming soon.
Luck never smiled so wide on a man,
unless a man become a fool.
She can't, she can't, she can't,
she can't, she can't,
She can't, she can't complain.
Everyone keeps fighting for
a treasured place to nest,
I find it's warm
through any door,
it points to why I'm messed.
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4. |
Goodnight Whiskey
03:40
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Goodnight to you, whiskey,
oh what have you done?
You've gone and made sense of it all,
and left me with none.
The rain on the window
reminds me of
nothing, nothing, nothing.
Sleep comes easy how?
Sing me sleepy now.
Controlling completely,
while halfway absurd,
they drive you in circles,
or haven't you heard?
The sound of the city
sounds something like
nothing, nothing, nothing.
Sleep comes easy how?
Sing me sleepy now.
Incorporate freely,
the caffeine and whine,
it livens the messages,
least half of the time.
I turn on the light in there,
it lights up the
nothing, nothing, nothing.
Sleep comes easy how?
Sing me sleepy now.
Sleep comes easy how?
Sing me sleepy now.
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5. |
Dumb Of Me
03:52
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On the lucky chance
that I could win
some opportunity
to get to know something
that's wishing about
getting to know me,
I could say
that this time's different,
though it's not the honest way.
I pledge my senses' safety,
time again,
but times don't ever change.
Kiss me, how dumb of me,
thinking I can go on like this,
crawling from day to day,
always grasping for some kind of aid.
Night owl, high as hell,
what you going to do tomorrow
when this time becomes a fade?
There is no such thing as just a phase.
A simple mistake that you
took for granted here
a hundred times,
instead of working to
improve behavior,
start to save some lives.
Just struggling, if he can do it,
then the celebration voids
all the efforts, and the hours
now disolve in drunken noise.
Kiss me, how dumb of me,
thinking I can go on like this,
crawling from day to day,
always grasping for some kind of aid.
Night owl, high as hell,
what you going to do tomorrow
when this time becomes a fade?
There is no such thing as just a phase.
Kiss me, how dumb of me,
thinking I can go on like this,
crawling from hour to hour,
at this one time,
on this one try...
Night owl, high as hell,
what you going to do tomorrow
when this time becomes a fade?
There is no such thing as just a phase.
Can't cut it any other way.
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6. |
Pussycat
04:38
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I'm sick again,
and seeing blurry,
just putting down
another story
bout honesty,
and hidden things,
guessing games
that end today.
Cup of tea,
slice of cake,
spoon in one,
and on a plate.
Quiet night, sleeping soon,
now I color my picture blue.
Spent some time
with someone else,
meanwhile, plans,
they went to hell.
Pass this note
up to the front,
it's all I wrote,
my mouth is shut.
Painting town, neglecting self,
it happens there with someone else.
Who am I to ask too much?
Who is that I can not touch?
And how delightful, Pussycat,
not to fight you!
Not to fight you, Pussycat,
I never liked you.
Empty mug, crumby plate,
not so good at playing safe.
I lie down, think til dawn,
something's missing,
what went wrong?
Confidence, hang on tight!
We're headed for a bumpy ride.
Open shirt and messy hair,
no ideas just going nowhere.
And how delightful, Pussycat,
not to fight you!
Not to fight you, Pussycat,
I never liked you.
No, I never liked you,
and now I'm going to lie to you,
I said, I never liked you,
no, I never liked you.
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