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Water
01:44
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You ain’t drinking enough water child
Mama says she gotta see you
Ain’t been round in a while
Looking awfully close to invisible
Bet one, it’s a piece of my arm, I said
That’s it, still it’s something I guess
It’s mine anyway
“It’s the only thing”
Tracing the sidewalk, bracing my thoughts again
Sleeping through the signs, keeping myself correct
Stressing tension welling up in my chest
Laughing in public, sweating, still catching my breath
Bare back, keep track of the pieces you leave
To find some relief
I’ll keep it with me
“It’s the only thing”
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Still
03:02
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With your ball gown on
Outlived 30 winters, my god
Is spread over this gospel kitchenette
And where are the cameras?
I’ve staggered out with spotless palms
Shivering from a sickness I took years to perfect
If someone sighs I might break a sweat
My chest is sunk to a matchbox, baby
Burning, it sings burdens sparking at me still
Sparking at me still
I won’t get you wrong
Hiding behind the city so long
You said, ‘It’s full time learning to forget’
but where are the cameras?
I’ve staggered out with spotless palms
10 degrees it cost to ease the sense outta me
Even went and scratched my belly clean
My chest is sunk to a matchbox, baby
Burning, it sings burdens sparking at me still
Calm before the timid courts and rap sheets
Hard as heels that break before the night see
Venom kills the thirst we’re toasting each beat
Drinks you hot like liquor sucking this heat
Hosting ghosts lean in to kiss you on the mouth
Burning, it signs burdens sparking at me still
Sparking at me still
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3. |
Keeping Up
03:05
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All sympathies aside
Wander your way through the streets
In the small world of your car
Silence the outside, blacked out the glass box
Chasing never promised highs
Go tell that to the dark
Don’t fall back asleep
There’s so much more you gotta teach me
How do you manage keeping up
Gracious desperate, had enough
Disconnected concern
Your bags are still packed
From the last time you left
Lemme know when it’s my turn, cryptic insiders
Giggling attentive unrest
Try telling that to the dark
I won't fall back asleep
There’s so much more you gotta teach me
How do you manage keeping up
Gracious desperate, learning to wait
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Mask
02:55
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Your instinct says somebody’s watching you
The blocks brush past as if painted from memory
I’m trying to relay the quiet this time,
Rationalizing the mask
Hold that thought, we’ve passed the message
Shot by shot, outlast the text on
Concrete tops, on past expenses,
Valued lessons, first impressions of earth
Flood the mind like nervous talk
Love designed for to make you walk
There really ain’t no right way, there really ain’t no right way
Lost sight, weeks of drought, tease and pout, chin up
There really ain’t no answer, there really ain’t no answer
Cinder block Cinderellas found slumped on the partition
Peace in each brief intermission, I hope
You’re peering out from under that mask
Your instinct says somebody’s watching you
The frames click by as if painted from memory
I been on three days at attention, hosting outdated traditions
Peaking suspicions, a witness is all I need
But I ain’t wishing (What you got to be hopeful about?)
Nothing (That sounds about right.)
Second skin shed fast and redefine
Who you think you are under that mask
Sort through your pockets
Before anyone asks any questions
This ain’t an ending
It’s just morning coming
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Montclairs
01:37
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Sparkle under strobes, are we safe now?
It’s all kids on the stage, sweating electricity
Swaying on the risers
Shivering under LEDs, starts out sharing prizes
Expressing inherent rights and
Fighting fascism, loose and fabulous
Suffering insistence and shame
Balancing in between laws and
Adding to the applause
Rattling floors and bathroom doors scream, "more"
Watch it stutter, watch it boom
Watch it start to come apart
Come apart, come apart
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6. |
Queen of Understanding
02:45
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They don’t see you in the daylight
But you don’t mind the wait
Said I can mind my place baby
Slip out your sentence and into mine
Said you had a dream
Of what a woman was and you really are
everything I could need it to be
We’ll dance those steps predetermined
Spellbound heroes watch us still spinning
Circuits give out, scream Young Americans
From everywhere but America
Don’t you want just what I want?
All calling out in half tones, the night
Can’t run into day, if the bottle’s still full baby
Compliments and conversations, talking bout
Music and regrets
and there ain’t no rest in reach
as we bet your bent cigarettes
You dance on the tip of my tongue as
Our dead heroes watch us still spinning
Circuits give out, scream Young Americans
From everywhere but America
Don’t you want just what I want?
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Guiding Light
02:39
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Private hypnosis, ritual breathing
Instant gratification, you want more than a day
Compare your battles, I know you fought harder
How can I help it, how can I help you
When you’re on the go, converted transitional
It’s a nature to the masses, mother of apologies
Built to incomplete, measure what you keep and invest in it
Praise production, starve a glutton, do something already
Dance for me, dance for me
Your silhouette still stands on demand
Promising milk and honey, I’ve got places to be
But I might just hang around, watch it spin around
The mirror ball plays hide and seek
My guiding light, guiding light
The silver moon plays hide and seek
My guiding light, guiding light
Keep on holding me down
How long has it been now
Float is sinking, grinding away
Turbulence prone, went and reached out for
Another soft landing, continued on in a cold sweat
Paying tax to a crowd of frequent flyers, over and again
The mirror ball plays hide and seek
My guiding light, guiding light
The silver moon plays hide and seek
My guiding light, guiding light
Say something, say something about it
Say something, say something already
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Crying in the bath
Fried chicken and cocaine
Hysterical laughter
From the stairway below us
The sun’s always coming up
As I put you to sleep
Hysterical lust
And doubting constantly
You’d get all made up
I watched you from bed
Part of me patient
Part of me still not awake
Deaf afternoons
Gone home reeking of coconut oil
Celebrating too soon
Still reeling and grateful
I gotta show you again
Now that I know how
Feel I gotta know you again
And really let you show me how
You get so worked up
Just waiting for rest
Part of me patient
Part of me still not awake
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Hit the curb and felt the ache
Lost the words and missed the brakes
Turned off on the straightaway
Mediation miles away
Consequences coming
But I want what I feel
Motor steady humming
Let me know that it’s real
Service lights are burning
But we’re learning to deal
Watch the dotted lines
Take control of the wheel
Yeah my eyes are burning
But I’m learning to deal
Watch the dotted lines
Take control of the wheel
I can’t just let the traffic
Take me where it may
Gotta swerve out this leather cell
Measure the blood left in my face
Yeah I’ve touched down on road
Seems like a long way to go
When you’re moving round so slow
Who’s at the end
Service lights are burning
But we’re learning to deal
Watch the dotted lines
Take control of the wheel
Yeah my eyes are burning
But I’m learning to deal
Watch the dotted lines
Take control of the wheel
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Subs still shake me from point A to point B
Collapsing in between breaths and filling up again
Lungs of a machine, I must’ve missed my reflection
Do you feel it in your skin some days?
Lend a hand and keep it all held back
Keep a handle on where you’re at
I ain’t trying to cover up for them no more
I ain’t sure about nothing but I need something
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Secondhand
03:54
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It’s always when I least expect it
You show your cards, express a thought
Seems like you’ve only got good news in the dark
Seems like each record stops at you mark
It’s always twisted off intention
Don’t say much, you play your part
Seems like you pull each private truth at the start
Seems like you’ve only got good news in the dark
Catching cold in that parking lot
You were born in it, secondhand
Your name came secondhand
All raised on secondhand
Your name came secondhand
Something written in perspective
Sirens pass and dogs bark
Seems like I just can’t manage to catch a spark
Seems like you’ve only got good news in the dark
Catch a case in this parking lot
You were born in it, secondhand
Your name came secondhand
All raised on secondhand
Your name came secondhand
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12. |
Lockjaw
03:35
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If you’re trynna move a mountain least you could do is ask
Be gentle with the silence, keep fighting with the pilot
Pressure from the center of the task
Two weeks overdue, 23 to make it
Gimme a month to pull it through
Mister is your son well, sorry I was dry
He needed help to focus and I think I know a guy
The routine is 9 to 5, getting stuck on all the wrong words
My mama always said, most of yours are in the know
And most of mine are dead, on god
Each way and always
See you coming round here baby boy
Your interest lies within my hands, a toy
Is what you are, is what you are
Scattered over open palms enjoy
At least this time, at least this time
I’ll release my mind
It ain’t so far, it’s in what you are
Dripping open heart my boy
Each way and always
So tonight we gon give this a test
To the cruise control, miles by the pound
Don’t help the cause if it bruise your soul
If I’m out of touch, I don’t ask for much
Couldn’t cure myself, who am I to judge
See you coming round here baby boy
Your interest lies within my hands, a toy
Is what you are, is what you are
Scattered over open palms enjoy
At least this time, at least this time
I’ll release my mind
It ain’t so far, it’s in what you are
Dripping open heart my boy
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