1. |
Whatever He Wanted
03:01
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He got whatever he wanted
When he raised his voice
But now his dreams are haunted
By the dark and the noise
Making love was easy
As mugging for the mirror
But counting coins was more pleasing
On the eye and the ear
Don’t read into this
No moral, no lesson, no twist
The boy got whatever he wanted
Every time
No more, no less
A good thing, you would guess
But we’ll just wait and see
He never saw his future
In the stars or tarot cards
Now, don’t turn up your nose
That’s how the story goes
The boy got whatever he wanted
In the end
That’s the end
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2. |
Tip Of The Iceberg
02:29
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After the circus fades
We are left alone
Both our hearts beat
Like a metronome
Atop a volcano
But it’s hard to sit and watch
The mountain grow
Once the riot starts
No one could see a thing
We overhear the fat man say
It’s the end of the beginning
The end of the beginning
But it’s hard to sit and watch
The pendulum swing
Makes no sense
A Rorschach test
A picket fence
On which we lay all our clothes
The world is really round
That’s not the story I heard
What do you really know?
We know it backwards and forwards
Well, it’s gonna end anyway
It’s just the tip of the iceberg
In a bag
Head of a clown
It’s too late
It made my skin crawl
It’s hard to sit and watch
The monuments fall
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Always be aware
That, at times, love can be fair
That is all I want from you
I’ll get it
Know that I love you for what you are
A real still life
A real still life
Try and make a ghost
Of what troubles you the most
That is all I want from you
I’ll get it
Know that I love you for what you are
A real still life
A real still life
O man it’s hard to hear you’re feeling down
Remember to be smart
About anything you start
That is all I want from you
That is all I want from you
I’ll get it
That is all I want from you
I’ll get it
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4. |
Cored Out Apple
03:20
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Thinking about the empty spaces in my head
Wondering if I laid down in a tomb or just my bed
Either way
I’ll be okay
I’m beginning to look at the world
A whole different way
Out a cored-out apple
Sneaking around the spider-web innate weaving of my nerves
If I could, like a doorknob, I’d let everybody take a turn
Round my mind
O, what a ride
I’m beginning to look at the world
A whole different view
Through a cored-out apple
My... my... my...
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5. |
Beautiful Summer
02:51
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I don’t think I’ll ever get to know her
But we spent some time one summer back
It was a beautiful summer where nobody’s watched over
By the fallen angels climbing their way back
And nothing comes to mind
If I think of any kind words we had
Or good times from bad
Who can tell?
Listen now, I mean it when I tell you
The girl, she had a mind all her own
Like when she asked me once “Are you good at keeping secrets?
Cause if you tell you’ll live a thousand years alone.”
Well, nothing comes to mind
If I hear any mention of her name
It hits me just the same
If I don’t
The sun was like a giant, sick and kneeling
The river was all mixed up with his sweat
The grass was sweet and calming in the open air
Cause the autumn wind hadn’t got there yet
But nothing comes to mind
No, it’s no good
It makes me sad
Like I knew it would
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6. |
Your Man's Come
01:36
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It’s alright, little girl
Your man’s come
He’s headstrong
In the past he’s hid his feelings deep behind
A weathered brow
But all that’s over now
He’s dying to tell you why
Through the unholy wreckage
Through the violent storm
So many days he thought of you
To keep him warm
Could swear he hears you singing
Once more
It’s alright, little girl
Your man’s come
It’s settled now. He’s left your side
For the last time
It’s such a crime
He was gone so long
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7. |
God Is Good
01:30
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I once believed in goodness’ sake
But not so much so as of late
It’s hard, I know, to make this work
I guess that’s how this love thing works
You believe in everything
From Jesus Christ to wedding rings
I fell in love with you
What an awful thing to do
May your hopes and dreams begin to swell
Beyond the limits of your skull
May the last thing that you ever think
Be “What have you to say to God?”
“What have you to say to God?”
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I, I, I
03:06
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I was dreaming
I met someone so
And maybe I left you
I never let you go
I know it’s wrong to dream
Such a sad dream
I was seeing
You in my arms
Wasn’t so long ago
You were in my heart
All I know is I miss you
And it hurts, yes it does
I was drinking
Playing the fool
I felt stupid
While you were in school
I don’t know how
We ended so far away
We were playing
Some bar somewhere
I swear I saw you
Disappear in the air
I don’t know if I can laugh
Without you anymore
I was calling
Your name last night
I was hoping
You heard my try
O, to taste your lip
One more time
I, I, I
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9. |
Turned It Away
03:34
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Walked out the door
On the street was a fallen tree
I made my way around it
By the lightning
It’s the same damn thing
Sometimes it’ll cross my mind
And I lose all track of where I am
And it’s dawn before I realize
I turned it away somehow
I turned it away somehow
Half mile down
Could hardly catch my breath
What strange twists the road would take
Nobody could’ve guessed
O my God
The sky went from black to grey
A thousand voices round my head
And I turned them all away
I turned it away somehow
I turned it away somehow
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10. |
Sexy Girl
02:49
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I’m insecure of measuring up, it’s true
But I’ll try, I will, when it comes to you
Every now and then you meet someone
Who makes you question where you’re coming from
It seems that I don’t wear self-doubt too well
But it feels it fits, as far as I can tell
There’s nothing more confusing in the world
Than a real-life, breathing, thinking, sexy girl
Jesus Christ, It’s hard
I can’t think straight
I no longer know
Who I’m scared for
The whole thing makes me tired
How we lose track
Of the thing
That we care for...
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The High Strung Detroit
Address Unknown. Songs of psychological mazes, individuals setting out on identity quests, and even optimism as an option in
a wild world. While maintaining the thrust of “The Luck You Got”, the theme song for Showtime’s show “Shameless.” The pair trade off lead vocal duties throughout, delivering an element of a late-night artistic showdown.
Malerman’s book Bird Box was a hit movie for Netflix.
... more
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