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Oh no you don’t need to tell me that the teachers are the one’s who’re wrong.
I grew up in this swamp, and now I churn the water.
I wasn’t quiet, wasn’t loud, wasn’t socialite or social-less.
Got my assignments in on time, and I didn’t learn shit.
Ooooh,
You tell me my best is not enough.
Ooooh,
You tell me I need to bring grades up.
Ooooh,
Well I’m trying harder than anyone
ever tried for me.
Oh no you don’t need to tell me that the students are the one’s who’re wrong.
I lose sleep writing lectures they just sleep through.
Yeah, maybe I could make some interactive demo captivate their listless little eyes,
but they don’t appreciate my job, and they can’t learn shit.
Ooooh,
You tell me my best is not enough.
Ooooh,
You tell me I need to bring grades up.
Ooooh,
Well I’m trying harder than anyone
ever tried for me.
Ooooh,
You tell me I’m fired, and for what?
Ooooh,
for not having a best that’s quite enough.
Ooooh,
no, you can’t take my livelihood away
for the children’s sake.
You can’t take me away,
you can’t take me away.
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2. |
Sunday
02:58
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Wasting my life away,
I’m just like everyone else.
Lying in bed all day,
living in heaven through hell.
I’ll stop, won’t even put up a fight.
They’ll go, wait for the next red light.
Someday I’ll see the life I built.
Wasting my life away,
I’m not like anyone else.
Oh, I will not move today,
freezing while everyone melts.
Spring back to summer,
fall back to earth.
Show me, please,
what life is really worth.
Someday I’ll see this life I’ve built
and learn to see past all this guilt, but
when? Oh, when? Oh, when?
Oh Sunday, Sunday, Sunday,
come again.
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3. |
Mourning Dove
03:39
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I know these woods,
and I know I’m lost.
No more of those size seven
bootprints next to mine.
If sadness sits next to happiness
well that’s just fine, I’ll bury my heart.
If it weren’t for you singing.
If it weren’t for you singing from
the sky,
the sky.
What brought you to my respite,
my mourning dove?
Your song can’t break this face.
Leave me lost, give me up
You lurk behind me like
you’re a shadow, reminding me
of my poor little girl
with that torturous melody.
Why?
I scream Why?
A crack from the earth,
A silence above.
I know why you sang,
my scared mourning dove.
You thought she was gone,
but now she’s singing along.
You’re singing again.
You did it, you filled
my eyes.
You filled my eyes.
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4. |
Whip Out Your Passport
03:05
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I heard him shouting out for help,
but I didn’t see him fall.
I thought about turning round
while I watched my feet walk.
I saw a flashing red light,
and I covered both my ears.
I was on my way to work,
I didn’t have business there.
I find I like to keep my head held low.
I find I filter what I’d rather not know.
There’s people suffering across the world
just whip out your passport.
Would you catch me if I fall?
Would you run over to my call?
Would you catch me were I to fall?
I was working as a data analyst,
I found the frequency of words.
I ran my just name a couple times a day,
to see the nothing I was worth.
I ranked the world empirically,
I never saw him mentioned once.
He must be okay, but, either way,
the term “one old man falls today”
was never trending, cause it never happened.
I find I like to see my pictures big.
I find I care about important things.
There’s people suffering across the world
just whip out your passport.
Would you catch me if I fall?
Would you run over to my call?
Would you catch me were I to —
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5. |
One and Two
04:58
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I remember a tale, I remember it well, brother One and brother Two.
One would study all night, Two would find a strobe light, see if he could drink himself blue.
One would graduate, start to work, find a beautiful wife, and make something of his own.
All the while, Two would
head back home for a little while, than a longer while, then forever, while his
heart grew heavy with loneliness,
and he dropped to death as he dropped his life.
So
I’ll never move back home,
I’ll never waste my life,
but, oh,
my memory does go,
I didn’t tell it right.
No, no, I remember it now, I forgot somehow, brother Two, he was alright.
He cooked for mom and dad every night, made his bed, went to work, turned the lights off when he left the house.
Two was happy at home, while One was feeling alone all those long and studious nights,
and as his work picked up,
One could never find time for family, and he died in his office chair when his
head fell off from thinking too much…. I think that’s how it
goes, so
I’ll never leave my home,
I’ll never waste my life,
but, oh,
my memory does go,
I didn’t tell it right.
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6. |
Shep
00:56
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7. |
Someone Else
05:01
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I painted the orange sun
most mornings through today.
Now I’m starting a new routine,
I’ve got a living to make.
I don’t know how long I can pretend to be someone else,
if my job
means giving up.
I know money’s not worth living in compromise,
but paying bills means
giving up, giving up, giving up on what I love.
Oh I use my degree,
I make paint in a lab all day,
but when I get home after working, filling my nose, toxic chemicals
killed the man inside of me.
I don’t know how long I can pretend to be someone else,
if my job
means giving up.
I know money’s not worth living in compromise,
but paying bills means
giving up, giving up, giving up on what I love.
Now I’ve finally reached the day
where I hang my lab coat away,
but I’m poisoned, I’m lost, and I can’t recreate,
I watch my orange sunset fade away.
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8. |
Enlighten Me
03:21
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Enlighten me,
just give me a dream,
a position against the morally obscene.
Show me the way,
please, show me today.
I need an escape.
Give me a cause,
some trouble abroad,
a domestic arrest based in outdated law,
some civil decay
to be fighting today,
some charity I can throw your way,
I’m outraged,
show me to fight for a change,
tell me what to think
and tell me who to blame,
I’ll do what I can
but I am only a man,
I hope that’s something you can understand.
Cause if I have to change, you can count me out.
Cause if I have to change, you can count me out.
Cause if I have to change, you can count me out.
Cause if I have to change, you can count me out.
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9. |
You're in Luck
04:00
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We all make mistakes
when we're not ourselves.
Sometimes comes a day
when the mirror reflects someone else.
That poisonous pity,
that you try and cough up.
You’re sick for sick’s sake,
and you're worsening things up.
There’s a better way.
You’re killing yourself,
so you don’t kill them.
You’re keeping your pain
away from your friends.
It’s eating you up,
and it’s not getting full.
You’ve had just enough,
so you made the right call.
It’ll be okay.
Looks like you’re in luck,
I can give you relief.
Not a pill to swallow,
not a diet to eat.
So simple, you don’t
think it works til you try.
Don’t forget your guilt,
let your guilt forget you.
Watch it fade away.
A life free of morals
decided for you.
If no one heard you fall,
why should you have to feel like they did?
Looks like you’re in luck,
I can give you relief.
Not a pill to swallow,
not a diet to eat.
So simple, you don’t
think it works til you try.
Don’t forget your guilt,
let your guilt forget you.
Watch it fade away.
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10. |
Hand Up
03:45
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We
should give away our luck
to those who have less.
We need to hurry up,
according to Paich.
People learn to take,
but can be taught to run.
Everybody wants…
People learn to take,
but can be taught to run.
Everybody wants…
But they
have music of their own
to share with us all.
Diamonds on their soles,
according to Paul.
People learn to take
but can be taught to run.
Everybody wants…
People learn to take
but can be taught to run.
Everybody wants
a hand up.
A hand up.
A hand up.
A hand up.
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