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L.A. on Fire
05:13
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L.A. on Fire
Was it god who set L.A. on fire?
Watched it burn at 90 miles per hour
Does the soundtrack really matter…
at the end of the world?
Or the ground you gained
at the right time
with the wrong words.
So pass the torch
Blame it on the rest of us
There’s nothing for the rest of us to do
When it’s now or never it’s ok
to be last in line
Every morning your heart breaks
every night unsatisfied
Does the soundtrack really matter…
when it’s all you can trust?
After all the time you waste
on the wrong kind of love
So pass the torch
Blame it on the rest of us
There’s nothing for the rest of us to do
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Rusty Bucket
03:12
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Rusty Bucket
When you’re caught up in the headlights of your moving contraband
you’re alive inside, detached from time
and all the spiders you’ve been feeling in the corners of your head
they wont waste your time, so don’t waste my time, its all I have
Yeah, I’m scared
‘cause it started when it started in my head
with unlocked doors and unmade beds
Yes I care, ‘cause I can and I’ll keep going for as long as I can stand
Because I can
Because I can
When you’re caught up in the music and it feels like your last dance
you wont stand in line, so don’t stand behind,
all of those dullards who are telling you
“you need to take your time”
I won’t waste my life
so don’t waste my time, it’s all I have
and, I’m scared
‘cause it started when it started in my head
with unlocked doors and unmade beds
Yes I care, ‘cause I can and I’ll keep going for as long as I can stand
Because I can
Because I can
She said, “I can’t stay”
but I can’t go anymore
she said “I can’t stay, I’ve lost my place in this world”
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Solid Gold
03:42
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Solid Gold
You need thunder but lightning and rain
follow shortly after love, laughter and pain
you can question what you read
what you hear and what you see
it doesn’t matter much, as long as you believe
You need structure but letting go of the reigns
brings inspiration while karma drives you sane
you can question what you read
what you hear and what you see
it doesn’t matter much, as long as you believe
Solid gold will be made in offering
so it goes as we wait for others to lead
some have grown, some are tangled in weeds
as we look for answers we will question
Everything.
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Let Go
04:33
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Let Go
When I was young I never thought that medicine could be the enemy
In fact the opposite, I thought that it would always be right there for me
Until the side effects started creeping in becoming self aware
Too many drug slips getting sunny nobody seems to care
you gotta let go
Pop a prescription and I think i’ll pour myself another glass of wine
I feel the wanderlust so let’s go down the rabbit hole that is my mind
Where are they looking at? ‘Cause I know for a fact I’m just a block away
Do what you love son you’re the only thing I’ve ever loved that way
you gotta let go
They sported white coats and they helped control all the thoughts in my head
The only thought I ever had was how much I just wanna die in bed
Flick through the photographs and I bet you’ll laugh, I’m feeling better now
Those 13 letters are everything I ever hoped that I could write down
You gotta let go
I’ll never let you go
let you go.
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The Cutting Joke
03:17
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The Cutting Joke
I’m the punchline to a cutting joke about people who grow up cold
and I’m getting old.
I’m an educated ruse, who’s apt to follow suit
these times are getting slow.
Shape me, mold me
Clandestine
You’re overhead to the bottom line so savor the company dime
you will never own.
You’re as sullen as the blues, apply for your new muse
someone who’s in the know.
Shapely, forward, a highlight
Shape me, mold me
Clandestine
I the punchline to a cutting joke
and the joke is getting old
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Dynamite
03:18
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Dynamite
Am I saying all the wrong things?
Or maybe you’re just hearing my words wrong
With all these voices giving me all these different choices
Who’s to say we could really find The Norm.
Am I branded a loyalist to all the things I love
I’m over crowded in my mind
But in my heart I find the road
back to hope
back to home
with you right beside me
my dynamite lighting the fireflies in my soul
I pay attention to the pure things
like how you feel and every miracle in between
I’m longing for fortunes of the soul its so important
to remember that love is what keeps us all alive
Am I branded a loyalist to all the things I love
I’m over crowded in my mind
But in my heart I find the road
back to hope
back to home
with you right beside me
my dynamite lighting the fireflies in my soul
you’re in my soul.
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Mr. Gladhand
04:37
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Mr. Gladhand
Walking in and out the same hallways
A hundred years, a life.
Spin around the same turnstile, same subway station
I can’t catch a ride
Must have dialed the first six digits of your number a thousand times
but I never pressed send
It’s getting harder to crack a smile and easier to pretend
I’m holding out for Mr. Gladhand
he’s holding up a wreck
I’m holding out for Mr. Gladhand
I guess I’m holding up the rent
Nothing ever worth the risk was easy
at least nothing I’ve ever tried
Living like a child on a country mile of avenues
trying to get by
Wrote you a letter full of bad punctuation and honest thoughts
I know you never read
It’s getting harder to crack a smile and easier to pretend
I’m holding out for Mr. Gladhand
he’s holding up a wreck
I’m holding out for Mr. Gladhand
I guess I’m holding up the rent
I don’t know where it’s coming from
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MAD
03:16
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MAD
I write the rent check
you know the story cause we’re all the same
I get wasted
with the money I’m supposed to save
So go out and tell everyone to play the trigger on a loaded gun
to yell loud till you overcome the ringing in your ears
‘Cause everyday I wake up mad
I’m out of medicine
and the label reads life support
That’s how it goes i guess?
I guess i’m gonna have to keep it short
So lets party like it’s 99
cause no one here gets out alive
Lets go to Woodstock
and burn the motherfucker to the ground
‘Cause everyday I wake up mad
‘Cause everyday I wake up and it’s all the same
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Soapbox
02:57
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Soapbox
Maybe I got some questions you wanna hear
maybe I don’t
Maybe I’ve got some answers that you wanna fear
maybe i don’t
Maybe I can express myself without even taking a breath
Maybe I can just truncate everything that I just said
I’m asking
Where do we go from here?
Maybe I can forget how to read how to write
maybe I can’t
Maybe I can blend the day and the night
maybe I can’t
Maybe I can create electricity
or maybe I just can’t
Maybe I can learn how to live my life without having to be on a rant?
I’m asking
Where do we go from here?
{rant}
Maybe I’ll implode maybe ill explode
maybe i’m entranced
Maybe I can excuse myself from the soapbox that I just set
‘cause I’ve got opinions laced with indecision I’m losing my light
Then it hits like a solo played with all the right notes
you’re hearing me right!
I’m asking
Where do we go from here?
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Greenstreets
05:49
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Greenstreets
If I had to choose between the emptiness and you and me
I know. I’d be alone.
You had to go and choose the Island
I had to stick around and choose the streets that made me
Do you hear that careless whisper?
the one we swore we’d never hear
Do you miss our aimless vision?
or does this fall on deafened ears?
Near the end old friend
Just lay down and dream again
Decades of yesterdays slowly influencing me
in ways that show I’ve changed
Maybe I could dial back my tendency to overreact
and say “are you ok?”
Do you miss our aimless vision?
the one we swore we’d hardly seen?
Do you miss that careless whisper?
or does this fall on deafened ears?
Near the end old friend
Just lay down and dream again
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