1. |
Kicking the Podium
08:10
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Kicking the podium
Three little shoes in a basket
One hand on twelve
One hand on eleven
Speak for yourself
Speak with the love you carry
Care for yourself
Careful, the steps are icy
Little wolf in people’s clothes
Have you no home?
Have you no love for you?
Are you all alone?
Son of a gun
Father of the house of commons
First of the month
Three little good-luck rabbits
Little one, can I tell you a secret?
You and I are really not so different
One of us wears it on the outside
The other has nothing on the inside
Speak without words
You’re looking slightly bothered
Speak to the dead
Speak with the family doctor
Are we like Rosie and Isabelle?
Or are we any two bonded molecules?
Are we less? Are we more? Are we the same?
Is it worth fighting for nothing to change?
Can we talk?
Can we talk?
Can we talk?
Just for once would you speak to me?
Can we talk?
I cannot bring myself to say it all
Little friend, lend me a hand
One last time
Kicking the podium
Three little shoes in a basket
One hand on twelve
One hand on eleven
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2. |
That Number, It's Yours
03:55
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So what if I am
So what if it is
You’re wasting your time
You’re making me sick
You're pushing your luck
Keep pushing that button
And when I’m defenseless
You swing for the fences
They’re calling your number
That number, it’s yours
You see what you want to
You won’t see me no more
You won’t see me no more
When I walk out the door
You won’t see me no more
You won’t see me no more
They gave us a promise
I gave up the knife
You gave me your answer
Not gonna ask twice
We’ve lost all direction
We’re running on empty
Keep pushing those pedals
I’ll do my best at steering
Oh my God, am I dreaming?
So far from the city
Not a streetlight in sight
Oh, what a nightmare
Will we live through the night?
Will we freeze in the night?
Can we make it alright?
Will we live through the night?
Will we live through the night?
They’re calling your number
That number, it’s yours
You hear what you want to
I’m out like a light bulb
After a solar flare
I keep running the numbers
Two and then two together
There’s no head on my shoulders
There’s no pit in my cherry
Don’t pit my love against me
I don’t want to make war
Keep pushing that button
You won’t see me no more
You won’t see me no more
Please stop pushing me or
You won’t see me no more
You won’t see me no more
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3. |
My Own Tulpa
08:17
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I sat on the steps and did cry
Then and I can't tell you why
I said a prayer to the lord
"Oh, God, please send my little kitty-cat back home"
I always felt so alone
I was anxiety-prone
I didn't know what to do
Oh, my God, what the hell is the matter with me?
Fader
Bringer of death
Circle closer
Reach out and let me make warmer
Hands that are colder than ice
Love me
Leave me be
I am so empty
Open your eyes, can you see me?
Or am I as I feel on the
Opposite side of my skin
Leave me
Feed me to wolves
I don't want to
Be my my my
My own soldier
I have no hope for the future
I cannot fight anymore
Hold me
Let me not be my own tulpa
Feed me your sweet bread and butter
Lay me down under your covers
Wake me when the winter's come and gone
When the winter's come and gone
When the winter has come and gone
Wake me when the winter's come and gone
When the winter's come and gone
When the winter's come and
Feed me the heart of a perfect woman
Feed me the heart of another one
Bring me the head of a perfect stranger
Feed me the heart of a perfect woman
Feed me the heart of another one
Feed me the heart of a perfect woman
Feed me the heart of another one
Of us
I feel empty dried up and used
I don't know what I should do
Nothing feels like how it should
Could it all have been nothing more than a dream?
Wake me when the winter's come and gone
When the winter's come and gone
When the wi-
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4. |
Archipelago
01:10
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Say goodbye to everything you know
We'll get by with the pictures on our phones
And it's typical to long for something you don't even have a word for
It's the glass of water when you're in the desert
Here's the dotted line to sign on when you're desperate
It's the price you pay for what you never asked for
Here's the wraith a steakhouse pinned onto a billboard
That's the problem with the world today
There's nothing you can do about it anyway
And where are you I was hoping we could hang out
At the bottom of the ocean
With my friend (he's a crustacean)
We'll be bio luminescent so we never lose each other
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5. |
To the Garden
02:35
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Junie would you recognize your face anymore
Your friends are cutting all their ties
Junie to the garden would you run with me
To the place with all the waterways
Oh, no
Can I walk the magic back?
Or is it too late?
Once more
I am such a nervous wreck
My heart goes out to you
Oh
Junie to the garden would you run with me
To the place with all the waterways
Junie to the garden would you run with me
To the place with all the flowerbeds
Oh, no
Can I walk the magic back?
Or is it too late?
Once more
I am such a nervous wreck
My heart goes out to you
Oh, no
Can I walk the magic back?
Or is it too late?
Once more
I am such a nervous wreck
My heart goes out to you
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6. |
Cottontail
01:49
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I sunk my teeth into
The neck of a rabbit
Jumpy little bastard
Was fast but I was faster
I shut my jaws till the little white thing
Ceased to thrash
I sunk my teeth into
The neck of a rabbit
Clever little bastard
Fought hard but got outlasted
I shut my jaws till the little white thing
Ceased to thrash
You took too much
Now it's all gone
And your head's on all wrong
And your money's all gone
And you're depressed
You feel heavy with the winter
You took too much
Now it's all gone
Your heart's not in the song
Your head's not in the game
You ought to know
And right the second that it falls into place
You fall back asleep
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7. |
Sleep Well for a Week
02:35
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Dr. Brown, will we be meeting today?
Proper nouns are always so fun to say
Tell me now, are you the devil I seek?
All I want is to sleep well for a week
Keep alive, old St. Bernard
Try to keep kicking around
Oh, and there's no telling the places we'll go
You keep rolling the dice
Remind me to mess up your life sometime
Isn't it funny how we're unable to tell one another the truth
It's the same old routine
it's the same song and dancce
Oh, but isn't it nice to have a lifelong companion?
What would you do with yourself
Without my army of knives
My wake-up goodbye
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8. |
Burning Me Up
03:45
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You are not as perfect as you seem
Said the comet to the star
When the whole thing fell apart
When I saw you in a dream
You provided warmth for me
So I don't understand
Why you're burning me up now
Why you're burning me up now
You are not my cup of tea
Said the bird to the bee
So I hope you understand
When I drank you in a dream
You felt warm inside of me
So I don't understand
Why you're burning me up now
Why you're burning me up now
You are not as perfect as you seem
Said the comet to the star
As it began to fall apart
The bird and the comet
And the cup of tea and the star
Would you believe how similar they are?
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9. |
End Scene
03:47
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If all the birds you send my way
Are not enough to wake me up
I'll sleep
I thought that I could keep it up
For you I guess I must have pushed
My luck
My luck
My luck
I thought that I could hit my mark
Until I lost the plot
End scene
And if all of the beauty in the world
Is not enough
I'll dream
I'll dream
I'll dream
Do you ever feel like something's missing
But you can't say what
And do you ever remember
Something you couldn't have
Made up
I thought that I was weak
But now I think I'm just not strong enough
And do you ever realize
All your life you have always been
So young?
So young
So young
If all the love you give to me
Is not enough to wake me up
I'll sleep
I thought that I could hit my mark
I guess I must have pushed my luck
End scene
End scene
End scene
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