1. |
Right Off That Cliff
03:19
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On the subway car a million cocoons
All headed home on this dark day afternoon
Heads in their papers, headphones on their ears
Tryin' not to notice they been on the same train for years
I sympathize with the car's rattle and groan
Somehow surrounded by people's when I feel the most alone
Stare at their faces, try and guess their names
Are they guessing mine on this god forsaken train
All you gotta do is jump jump jump baby right off that cliff
Jump jump jump baby though I know you're scared stiff
Jump baby, have no fear
Cuz if you jump jump baby the net will appear
New York city winters they get colder every year
They'll numb your heart if you ain't careful I hear
Last night I took in cold wind deep inside my chest
Saw my soul leave my body with every breath
All you gotta do is jump jump jump baby right off that cliff
Jump jump jump baby though I know you're scared stiff
Jump baby, have no fear
Cuz if you jump jump baby the net will appear
All you gotta do is jump jump jump baby right off that cliff
Jump jump jump baby though I know you're scared stiff
Jump baby, have no fear
Cuz if you jump jump baby the net will appear
If you jump jump baby the net will appear
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2. |
A Moth
03:31
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Realized the key to happiness
Desire nothing, love everything as it is
But it's harder than a brick wall
when you want it all
Sleep through the day so I can be alone at night
When people ask me I tell em everything's alright
One thing you should know when you hear that reply
Darlin' it's always a lie
I look back now at Kurt Cobain
How he lost himself when he shotgunned to fame
Like a moth into a flame
Sometimes we get caught chasing the wrong thing
This world is shrinking but we're further away
Got millions of friends but no empathy
This world is shrinking but we're torn apart
Everyone's painting but no one's making art
I know you haven't seen it in a while
Ever since singing songs that meant something went out of style
But it's still there, I swear, in the eyes of every child
Yeah it's still there, I swear, in the eyes of every child
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3. |
Disappear
03:45
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If I burn out at this pace. Bury me in my guitar case
Pick up that case boy, carry it around
Take it with ya from town to town
Strum my corpse at the local dive cuz I wanna keep playing music
Even when I'm not alive
But if I burn to ash toss me in the air
Let the winds carry me everywhere
You'll all inhale my dust into your lungs
Leaving my taste all over your tongues
And whenever you people shout
It'll be me that you'll all be spitting out
But if I burn up in the sky
Let me explode like the 4th of July
Burst into color everywhere
While children gaze up and stare
Though I'll fizzle into the night
For one flash there'll be nothing as beautifully bright
Some nights I think about the stars
How we all see the same ones no matter where we are
Their light shines on long after they've died
Even in this city where they pretend to hide
I hope my light doesn't disappear
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4. |
Recession Blues
03:05
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Bobby went off to grad school, left Mary behind
Compromises at the age of 25
Now he's got a degree but jobs are hard to get
Boy traded love to be in debt
Now Mary's starting over, but it's a hard road
What once was normal has become unbearable
And now they cut her hours down at the “Fire Pit”
Cut too many to live. Not enough to quit
But Mary it'll be over soon, it's just them recession blues
Now Bobby's livin with the rents cuz the rent is free
At 27 he thinks I'm too old to be me
And all his friends are settlin. Buyin baby clothes
They got their 5 year plans. He wished he had one of those
But Bobby it'll be over soon, it's just them recession blues
Tell me how will these poor kids place
In a world that's become one big race
A race for love and money, power and fame
Is all we are that which we attain.
But it'll be over soon. It'll be over soon. It'll be over soon.
It's just them recession blues
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5. |
The Way the Banjo Cries
02:47
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What is it that makes us listen to the things that we hear
What makes some notes glisten when they crawl inside your ear
I gotta straighten out these feelings twisted up inside
Is it wrong to fall in love with a girl just cuz she loves the way the banjo rides
She tells me that music is her grace and Lord
She tells me that she goes to church when she steps out on that dance floor
Now she's got me prayin she ain't a devil in disguise
Is it wrong to fall in love with a girl just cuz she loves the way the banjo glides
Do we follow sounds
Do they lead us through the paths we go down
Well she cut me a mix tape and told me I should listen before we said our goodbyes
So I took it home that night, put it on, and closed my eyes
Each track was like a breath keeping me alive
Is it wrong to fall in love with a girl just cuz she loves the way the banjo cries
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6. |
Ursa Minor
03:12
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Searching for Ursa Minor, but you were better at finding her
Darling you don't seem as far when I think wherever you are
You're looking for the same stars
Searching for Ursa Minor, but all I see is a damn plane
Remember how we'd laugh and wish upon those flying ships
Guess we wished in vain
Searching for Ursa Minor for a miracle in the sky
Something to fix me, something with mercy
Something to tell me lies
And even though I never find her. Like those stars, I burn of fire
So I search for Ursa Minor to lead me back home
Searching for Ursa Minor for a way to go back
I know she's out there. Why'd the sky tonight my dear
Have to be so black
Searching for Ursa Minor for the slightest sign of light
But nothing out here shines and I've slowly lost track of time
Searching every night
And even though I never find her. Like those stars, I burn of fire
So I search for Ursa Minor to lead me back home.
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Seen some people run to become men
Seen others run to stay children
Now I left home once myself, so, boy, keep it in mind
No matter how far you run, you can't leave yourself behind
You'll chase your heart and go, but soon enough you'll know
There's no basement at the Alamo
Like a mule chasing a carrot on a stick
Like a mule smuggling one last brick
When this world shakes you to your knees
It's hard to see the wood for the trees
You'll chase your heart and go, but soon enough you'll know
There's no basement at the Alamo
Tell me, what'll happen when you find
Exactly what you're looking for
Then further on down the line
You realize that you need more
You'll chase your heart and go, but soon enough you'll know
There's no basement at the Alamo
No, there's no basement at the Alamo
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8. |
How Many Times
02:13
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I knew a woman from Mississippi
She wanted to see the world
Her boyfriend told her she was bein' silly
To stay and be his girl
So at night she dreamt of Paris
And of glaciers white as pearl
How many times do you try before you say goodbye?
I knew a boy from West Virginia
Who wanted to be a star
Skipped school, went straight for New York City
Worked his nights at a bar
But too many years without a break
And your wounds begin to scar
How many times do you try before you say goodbye?
My friend never spoke to his father
Just didn't see eye to eye
Last month he got a call from his mother
To see him before he died
He stood by as he lay sleeping
And wondered where the years rolled by
How many times do you try before you say goodbye?
How many times do you try before you say goodbye?
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9. |
For My Sister
03:09
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Well she's always been older than me so I never had the luxury
Of watching over her like she watches over me
So sir do me the favor of a thing I could never do
Won't you listen to me mister
Please watch over my sister
She gave up a life to be with you
Something she thought she'd never do
Put her trust in love
Put her trust in you
So sir do me the favor of a thing I could never do
Won't you listen to me mister and give your life to my sister
Though she left her family, she never left home
'Cause home is more than a house
It's more than just the place where you're born
It's a place deep inside you
Where you hold on to the ones you love
So won't you listen to me mister
'Cause you now share a home with my sister
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10. |
For My Father
03:03
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Wake up at five in the morn' to start working on the day
Being up before the sun is born feels like you're slaving away
Get home just past eight and I take off my boots to relax
Put on those slow songs, the ones you listen to when life gets too fast
These days I think of my father
And what he gave up so we could get by
Work one job then another and how we never heard him sigh
Granddad who survived war and factories
Told my father way back when
Ain't no thing as dishonorable work, son
Only dishonorable men
As a first gen. American, who am I to complain
I had it easier than them
I'll never know their pains
And that dream that was promised, the one they changed our name for
I'm gonna find it
I owe 'em that much and more
Granddad who survived war and factories
Told my father way back when
Ain't no thing as dishonorable work, son
Only dishonorable men
So who am I to complain, I had it easier than them
Ain't no thing as dishonorable work
Only dishonorable men
Only dishonorable men
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11. |
Wavy Line
03:50
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On my chest I carry my biggest fear
That fear's called self doubt, my dear
I can't believe that it's been two years
Since I looked at myself in the mirror
How do I know I didn't disappear?
Without a reflection, how do you know that you're still even there?
My baby's gone to Oregon
Gone forever maybe, gone too long
What is it that makes us run away? What was it that held me to stay?
Maybe it wasn't our destiny
Maybe cuz the only path I made was one step behind me
Thoughts of you convolute my mind
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
Thoughts of you convolute my mind
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
They say if sharks stop swimming they die
Guess for the same reasons you had to say goodbye
And just like a shark you didn't bat an eye
And sharks can't swim backwards though I wish they'd try
And on my worst days I hope you drown
But I'm the one in stagnant waters, I'm the one sinkin' down
Thoughts of you convolute my mind
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
Thoughts of you convolute my mind
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
There's a train a-comin' south bound
It's gonna take you over to the next town
Me, I'm standin' on the right track
Been standing here for years, just lookin' back
If I don't start pickin' up ground
That train's gonna run me over when it comes around
Thoughts of you convolute my mind
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
Thoughts of you convolute my mind
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
I can't think straight, baby, only in a wavy line
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12. |
A Choice You Make
04:05
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Mamma says, "son, what you doing with your life?
Art don't feed your body. What girl will be your starving wife?"
Oh, but mamma, gotta do what makes you whole
Art don't feed your body, but it feeds your soul
Soon as you speak they ask you what you wanna be
Policeman, a ballplayer, an actor on TV
Pilot, a president, a captain's first mate
It all starts off as just a choice you make
From that point on you follow the path, avoid the cracks
They got you thinking it's a road when it's a track
Every adult twists your mind till it aches
Till you don't even realize it's them making all the choices you make
And someday you'll be sittin' alone, figuring what's at stake
Your whole life's been fixing someone else's mistakes
And all of a sudden from their dream you'll awake
And it'll be so clear now, it'll be so clear now, it'll be so clear now
It's all just a choice you make
Who you marry, your sex, peace, god, happiness
Wanna be decent or wanna be the best
If still wanna be that actor on TV well for Christ's sake
It's all just a choice you make
And someday you'll be sittin' alone, figuring what's at stake
Your whole life's been fixing someone else's mistakes
And all of a sudden from their dream you'll awake
And it'll be so clear now, it'll be so clear now, it'll be so clear now
It's all just a choice you make
Just a choice you make
Mamma says, "son, what you doing with your life?
Art don't feed your body. What girl will be your starving wife?"
Oh, but mamma, gotta do what makes you whole
Art don't feed your body, but it feeds your soul
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