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Burn Pit
04:12
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The medical waste
Make it disappear
The canonical flames
Rise into the air
Blue and black
Yellow and orange
Burn, burn, burn
In the burn pit
Burn, burn, burn
In the burn pit
So everyone can see
That thick, black smoke for miles
Rolling through the desert
Like San Francisco fog
Yellow and orange
Blue and black and
Burn, burn, burn
In the burn pit
Burn, burn, burn
In the burn pit
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
All over everywhere
The ashes fill your bedsheets
All over everywhere
Make it so you can't breathe
Blue and black
Yellow and orange
Burn, burn, burn
In the burn pit
Burn, burn, burn
In the burn pit
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
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Wading Bodies
02:24
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Oh drive the knife real slow
Bring a good rise to ruin
Oh there you go, there you go
But do you know what you're doing?
We can pretend he isn't real
The elephant in the corner
We can pretend we don't see him
When all the while he's a bother
Just 'cause you feel real bad...
We're just two wading bodies looking back
Looking back to share
Wading bodies looking back to shore
We're just two wading bodies looking back
Looking back to share
Wading bodies looking back to shore
Oh tell me now where we go
With all these cars that keep comin'
We trace our faces on the tomb
What kind of garden are we growing?
Just 'cause you feel real bad...
We're just two wading bodies looking back
Looking back to share
Wading bodies looking back to shore
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How far are the searchlights?
Can you see nature climbing
Up the back of highway 90?
All the poets say "I"
In a town of superstition
In a world of make-believers
And the silence has turned evil
And the silence has turned evil
Every mile, every marker
The dark is getting darker
By the bank of the river
Only this far but no further
Put a face to your conviction
It is silence gives permission
And the silence has turned evil
And the silence has turned evil
And the silence has turned evil
Repeat the vile maxim
All for one and none for all
Only this far but no further
Private banks and private interest
It is made into their image
Those who profit praise the system
It is made into their image
In the cages there they listen
It is silence gives permission
And the silence has turned evil
And the silence has turned evil
And the silence has turned evil
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Pink Picasso
04:04
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All I want to stare at is my pink, pink
Pink Picasso
All I want to feel right now is pink.
Dipped and swirled in weeping willow
Hanging from a purple moon
All that I can see right now is pink.
Teleport through the door to a world that is also pink
Your light is coming on for me.
So surreal the particles floating on a field that is so pink
Your love is turning on for me.
I can see the waning light follow me to the west
Focus so my mind won't have to think.
In the middle of the desert, photograph you and me
Playing in the sands where we both sink.
So surreal the particles floating on a field that is so pink
Your love is turning on for me.
Teleport through the door to a world that is also pink
Your light is coming on for me.
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5. |
Fuzzy
04:28
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Darling kill me with this red balloon
I more or less am moribund, tongue dry
Every tremble, every tremor, every nerve
Like a bolt of lightning I come flashing
My mind is fuzzy from this red balloon
My mind is fuzzy from this red balloon
Darling kill me with this red balloon
I more or less am moribund, tongue dry
My mind is fuzzy from this red balloon
My mind is fuzzy from this red balloon
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6. |
Holding Pattern
03:31
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Don't wake me up
I'm fast asleep
You think a lot
It's not that deep
So I put it away
Yeah I put it away
And bury it down
Give you something to think about
And our love is caught in a holding pattern
Our love is caught in a holding pattern
I'm nowhere now
I'd rather dream
I let you down
You trusted me
So you put it away
Yeah you put it away
And bury it down
Give me something to think about
And our love is caught in a holding pattern
(The more I give, the more I give)
Our love is caught in a holding pattern
(The more I give, the more I give you)
Our love is caught in a holding pattern
(The more I give, the more I give)
Our love is caught in a holding pattern
(The more I give, the more I give you)
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People still love, people still care
The unknown woman alone on the stair.
People still love, people still care
But nothing's the same,
Nothing's the same, oh, anywhere.
Tenuously she picks a blue flower.
Perilously we climb up the moon tower.
Nothing's the same, nothing's the same, oh
Nothing's the same, nothing's the same, oh
Anywhere.
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8. |
Rant
03:20
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Oh, no no no no
Not another knock at the door
I'm-a goin' off the top of my head
Papa gon' check my pulse
Gonna feel my eyes
Right now, in a rant
In a rant I could compromise
I could make the mind go
Oh, no no no no
Mama come and knock at the door
I'm-a goin' off the top of my head
Papa gon' check my pulse
Gonna feel my eyes
Right now, in a rant
In a rant I could compromise
I could make the mind go
A good time, a good time
A good time, a good time
Oh no no no no
Mama she was way down, weighed down
Way downtown too long
As if she had 9 lives
Used 9, said 10
It's been 3 years, ah
Comin' down, comin' down the street
Comin' down, walkin' on
Walkin' on, walkin' on tacks
Crunch, crunch
Cross hope, dead, deaf, dope, dumb
Off the bucket list
Now I'm goin' off the top of my head
Ah!
In a rant, in a rant, in a rant
I could compromise
A good time, a good time
A good time, a good time
A good time, a good time
A good time, a good time
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya....
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Alligator
03:54
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Yesterday an alligator crawled out of a drain
And he wandered around til somebody complained.
Saying "Hey, the streets shouldn't be that way"
Sometimes nature don't feel the same
I'll get by
I'll get by on me
I'll get by
Every time it rains I feel like somebody else
Standing over your shoulder I think I found myself.
Yesterday's newspapers got too many frames
Everybody walkin' around with the past in chains.
I'll get by
I'll get by on me
I'll get by
I'll get by on me
I'll get by
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The prime minister self-administered
The Grand Inquisitor as a visitor
With the help of a solicitor
They redrew lines and carved up the corridor
Everything's divisible
You're such a kind criminal
The headlines said it but it was subliminal
The details: critical
The judge said it, but it was impermissible
To name the dead as victims
Got free speech, incomprehensible
You're such a kind criminal
Nobody's quite so deaf as those who do not hear
Nobody's quite so deaf as those who do not hear
It was all checked out by the auditor
His chief competitor, a tax debt creditor
Sung by the chorister in too high a register
Saw nothing said the editor
No outrage for the predator
Someone close by, a girl named Jennifer
A part-time babysitter
Saw the tape and it read
Her best friend had an Aunt named Isidore
Of a wealthy venture
Her son was the great inheritor
Of keystone capital
Two men left on the monitor
Surrounding the perimeter
Scrubbing floors like the janitor
Nobody's quite so deaf as those who do not hear
Nobody's quite so deaf as those who do not hear
It was 2003
In the rise of the security industry
Blackwater, Triple Canopy
Sharp teeth for the Coalition Provisional Authority
Everything's admissible
Spelled out in the war log diary
Side effects were predictable
Perfectly inimical as was the principle:
Acquire more capital
No stone unturned, no goal too untenable
Fill the towns up with chemicals
Pin six gold stars to the venerable generals
Everything's political
For the benefit of the war animals
You could say what you like when you like it
So long as it's uncritical
Nobody's quite so deaf as those who do not hear
Nobody's quite so deaf as those who do not hear
Nobody's quite so deaf as those who do not hear
Nobody's quite so deaf as those who do not hear
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11. |
Don't Leave Me
03:03
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Why are you raking me over the coals again?
The way you looked at me was like a ghost had risen.
And while you argue out on the Esplanade...
It's already on your mind
But still I think there's something to say
Don't leave me
Don't leave
If you go out looking for it, it will be right there.
If you don't go looking for it, it will still be there.
Deny deny, you might not try to even speak it.
Even if it's just a matter of time.
It's already on your mind
But still I think there's something to say
Don't leave me
Don't leave
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Papa, he's been gone
He's been gone such a long time
Uncle way past being found
But he's beat down
In the backyard where I can hear
Mama cry out to her Daddy, dry mouth
"Love's a good lie"
Three kids could the karma kill
Could the karma kill
Old me in a past life?
Waving bye bye
Papa took the ring and he sing
It's been 10 years
Now it's thrown off at the river bend
Underneath a big bridge
Where the waters flow
Where the waters cleanse his soul
Where he let go, no control
Mama, she's been down
She's been down such a long time
Couldn't compromise when she had 9 lives
Used 9, said 10 Hail Marys
Got one bad sign for her time
It's been 3 years
What a bad bruise
What a bad ruse
What a sad groove I've been vibing to
Too long
No no no no no no no no no no no....
You say whatever you wanna say
it doesn't make it any better
Unless you feel better, ok
Eyes wide shut
You could be the temple
At the top of the mountain
But you're a sitting duck
Stuck on the outside
Living an outright lie
Never the answer
But if it sounds right
Stuck on the outside
Living an outright lie
Never the answer
But if it sounds right
Coming down the street
Walk-walking on tacks
Toes crunch
Cross hope, dead, deaf, dope, dumb
Off the bucket list
Now I'm going off the top of my head
You say whatever you wanna say
it doesn't make it any better
Unless you feel better, ok
Eyes wide shut
You could be the temple
At the top of the mountain
But you're a sitting duck
Stuck on the outside
Living an outright lie
Never the answer
But if it sounds right
Stuck on the outside
Living an outright lie
Never the answer
But if it sounds right
But if it sounds right
But if it sounds right
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