1. |
I Can See Them Too
04:04
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Another cold address
From the inner jock you try to suppress
The monsters, your closet
Emerge from your mirror in excess
I can see them too
Oh, I can see them too
Reflections, the tv
Look similar to your entropy
Urban, hot topic chic
The plastic tags poke you in the cheeks
I can see them too
Oh I can see them too
Forgo the apathy
Kick ‘em over the lowest bar of morality
It may be hard to believe
But you can change all that you see
I thought I was alone
Now I see you
And I can see them too
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2. |
Tracy
02:04
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tracy's a socialist
everybody knows this
she hurt (uh-oh) her wrist
punching all the bigots
on every saturday
she contemplates runnin'
away from all of this
everybody knows it
she remembers a time
getting drunk in her
prime challenging all the
patrons to arm wrestle
(in’)vestigating the
muscles on her oppon-
nents suddenly the
weekly fight strong too long
tracy maced her
way out of the
crowd because
it just got too loud
on every saturday
she contemplates runnin'
away from all of this
bless her, she doesn't
she said
as long as the moon
keeps the tide
the mockingbird
keeps your time
something soon
will keep your mind
occupied
occupied
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3. |
The Battle of Sugarhill
03:28
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lady, i was lonesome all right
the day elvis died
the kingdom overthrown by the throes of disco
i had to enlist that night
Dahl, Meier, and I
donned His gold lame like men who fight
Against enemies of nobodies with
mirrorball bombs and lights
You know you gotta believe
Pray loud enough ‘till they scream
Marching with our crimson platform shoes
Kneeling on our Velvet leather pews
took on Sugarhill
Dahl scoffed, "oh, this landfill?"
i asked if he'd been but he just grinned
and rung his decibel
bearing flags of artistry
we were screamin' like an infantry
They’re ready to shock? i'd die on this rock and
Take back our industry
You know you gotta believe
Pray loud enough ‘till they bleed
Marching with our crimson platform shoes
Kneeling on our Velvet leather pews
Running from the sirens in our tights
Dancin’ in a battlefield of lights
Marching with our crimson platform shoes
Kneeling on our Velvet leather pews
Poppers and romance
This is your last dance
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4. |
Tape Measure
04:54
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was it real?
what you made me feel?
been so long
like an older song
a dial tone
leave me alone
like an ekg
flat lining
was it real?
what you made me feel?
steps down the stairs
a beat that left me scared
a dial tone
leave me alone
like an ekg
i'm flat lining
bangin' on the door
do i need you anymore?
(oh waaaaaaas it real?)
bangin' on the door
do you neeeeed
(i love you endlessly
i worry endlessly)
new lock on the door
i don't need you anymore
(oh wwwwaaaas it real?)
bangin' on the door
get away from me
was it real?
what you made me feel?
it's been so long
like an older song
a dial tone
leave me alone
like an ekg
flat lining
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5. |
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kick the can
honey
If you can
tonight we'll light a match
run away when we get the chance
kick the can
baby
If you can
close your eyes and count to ten
all your friends are young again
Mr. Cox will say,
"You have to stay sedate"
But while they doze we'll keep him on his toes
kick the can
honey
If you can
tiddlywinks, a game of jacks
in the box, we'll have our chance
kick the can
baby
if you can
maybe buy back the time
we spent in breadlines
Oh-oh-whoa
you should've seen Ben's face
"How'd you get this way?"
We lost our age
Now he can't stay up late
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6. |
Bugchild
03:57
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I touched my chest and felt it pour
The wound it bled my vessels sore
My nurse traced it back through my veins
Said I wasn't taking care of my stubborn brain
Chieftain and his boyfriend Max
Said I should try and go relax
They got all our information
So someone has it when we're all gone
You live so close to where I was born
You picked up takeout hey, thank you
This could absorb the nuke, jet lag
You were always my fave airbag
There's something in the air, can't you see?
The purple mountains majesty
The yellow corn, the orange sky
The galaxies when you close your eyes
I'm not scared anymore to break bread
'cause the world ain't cruel it's the one in my head
I will stare at the ceiling ‘till the roof collapses and I’m far, far away
I will stare at the ceiling ‘till the roof collapses and I’m far, far away
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7. |
Jeff Leaves the Planet
03:05
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this is a horror story
already in progress
of how little, deviant me
got his heart cut out his chest
it wasn't easy
you put up a fight
but that all changed when i turned on the light
the dotted lines were such a give of your fright
do you care for the skeletons in your closet?
they say don't bite the hand that feeds you but what about the lip?
politics makes strange bedfellows, eh?
well life is strange and getting stranger everyday
does it feel like my face when yours is against the glass?
and when jeffrey leaves the planet
on his spaceship burnin' cash
will you still be the one
lookin' for my sorry ass
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8. |
Shapes & Colors
05:10
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SHAPES AND COLORS!
GOSSIP! IN THE LAKE IN THE LAKE!
all i can see are shapes and colors
All i can see is now or never
light this candle
wait for godot
all i can see are shapes and colors
follow them as they dance and flutter
making no mistakes
and the taste money makes
All I can see are shapes and colors
There is nothing left to discover
On one fine day
The child's walking away
all i can see are shapes and colors
now i know there can be no other
reality
for you and me
for you and
SHAPES AND COLORS!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
GOSSIP! IN THE LAKE IN THE LAKE!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
GOSSIP! IN THE LAKE IN THE LAKE!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
GOSSIP! IN THE LAKE IN THE LAKE!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
SHAPES AND COLORS!
GOSSIP! IN THE LAKE IN THE LAKE!
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Going for it, doing our best, having a good time. It's Sailor Boyfriend. Alex Mercuri on guitar/vocals & Andy Waldron on synth/vocals.
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