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Listen Up
01:40
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hey listen up it's pretty hard to see you getting played for punches
it doesn't matter if I'm feeling good these days my fears keep blooming into hunches
and if I could see it coming it's a numbing feeling rolling in
my bones are made of metal and that makes me strong as anyone I know
hey listen up do you believe in aliens and resurrection
it doesn't matter if you do 'cause you're objective and you think that protects you
but I can see him coming it's a numbing feeling rolling in
your bones are just the molding for the mixture he is always pouring in
if he's not easy to quit it's not because he gets you
it's because you can't tell anyone and that's started to upset you
it's easy to get drawn in because it's really important
but it never made you anything he just saw you were gullible and normal
hey listen up it's pretty hard to see you getting played for punches
it doesn't matter if you think you're feeling good my fears keep boiling into hunches
and I can see it coming with a numbing feeling rolling in
my bones are made of metal and that makes me strong as anyone I know
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To a Glorious Grave
02:50
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I'm good enough for Vermont except when I'm not
and the sweat of your fevered old brow is the last thing I want
and I know I know I know it's all for posterity anyway
just kissing and hoping your way to a glorious grave
a beggar a liar for richer for poorer a thief
just chasing your laces and dreaming in search of relief
to shower for hours is fine but I wasn't brought up that way
you'll radically coddle yourself to a glorious grave
lying still is not a revolution
even though you look good on the ground
for richer for poorer in sickness except when I'm sad
which is more and more often these days so I'm watching my back
your retreat is as neat as the subtleties of your approach
I see the direction you're set on I don't have to watch how you go
lying still is not a revolution
yeah I know you look good on the ground
are you good enough for Vermont?
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Seals Coming Up
03:32
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your mother was a surfer I really hate your heart
I'll get up in the morning to feed pieces to the sharks
I see the dead seals coming up to find you
I see the dead face coming up to find me
your daughter is a surfer she really loves the sand
you could bury her up to her neck let her dig out with her hands
and see the dead seals coming up to find you
and see the dead face coming up to find her
one day I'll be a mother I'll eat my children's hearts
take their skin off in one piece and feed it to the sharks
I see the dead seals coming up to find me
I see the dead face coming up to find them
I see the dead seals coming up to find me
I see the dead face coming up to find them
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Endless Practice
01:36
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if you put me back into orbit
pull me down from where I was flopping and choking
you could have me eating out of your hand
at the control center seated at my arcade
don't care if I don't ever get to update my hit parade
what matters is I'm gonna be fine
breathe deeply get back on my axis
quit smoking with endless practice
boys have consciences
they always develop consciences
boys have consciences
sometimes I can't abide them
and I hate women as much as you do
I don't mind screwing them over
all combed and trusting they don't see
me crawling on back to you over and over
I'll keep living while you keep getting better
throw me away like your faded out sweater
and I know
I know it's all out of love
but the control center seated at my console
I'll block all your bruises set all your movements
on real fucking slow
breathe deeply get back on my axis
quit smoking that endless practice
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St. George
01:42
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you're like a saint like a saint to me
you're like a saint with a brain disease
St. George you clean old whore
no more than I deserve
you're like a bird in a Mason jar
but a sword in my gut won't get you far
St. George I know the score
and this death is what I was made for
I'm gonna eat the girl you love when she's passed out cold
it's better in the dark
it's better with the power out
it's better from behind
it's better when you're crying out
St. George you clean old whore
come stick me with your sword
if you set me on fire I'll set you on fire
you're like a saint like a saint to me
oh I need a saint like a brain disease
St. George you mean old thing
now I don't have anything
I'm gonna eat the girl you love when she's passed out cold
I'm gonna eat all those girls you love when you're passed out drunk
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6. |
Let It All Roll off Me
02:34
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it's a credit to me not to you that I'm doing better
I can function through panic, the flu, and unusual weather
I let it all roll off me (do do do do)
I let it all roll off me (no thanks to you)
it's a credit to me not to you that I never exploded
all the trials that you put me through, well, I've been fully loaded
I let it all roll off me (de de de de)
I let it all roll off me (that's all down to me)
so won't you please roll off me?
'cause I've been dropping it for years which doesn't matter
but every time I'm so patient I think I'm sadder
'cause I can't leave it behind like does that seem right
that it's all out of your mind and I still have to fight
like, oh, would you please roll off me?
could you please roll off me?
won't you please roll off me?
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I just don't care
I really tried to care for years
but it all just ran out on me
one day it all just ran out on me
there was a big heart attack
I really wish that I was sorry
but wishing won't change a thing
won't change a thing
and I know you were cold when I turned down the heat
but I was sweating so hard that I couldn't see
and you can't put a sweater on a panic attack
oh no you can't put a sweater on a panic attack
would you just grow up
'cause I want nothing to defend
and no matter what I try to keep
you pull it out of me in the end
I'm getting really nervous I'd be doing it today
but I'll just keep it to myself 'cause you need me to be okay
turns out you can put a sweater on a panic attack
oh yeah you can put a sweater and it's good to the last drop
and I know you were cold when I turned down the heat
but I was sweating so hard that I couldn't see
and you can't put a sweater on a panic attack
oh no you can't put a sweater on a panic attack
I'm so fucking sorry if I ever caused you grief
but baby I quit you can't fire me
turns out you can't put a sweater on my stuttering hip
oh no you can't put a sweater on my stuttering hip
and one day it's gonna come out of it's socket
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8. |
Other Accidents
02:28
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I try to avoid saying this out loud
but if I were you I'd know that I could never make anyone proud
and I don't forgive you
I visualize the accidents of psychiatry students and television personalities
they're becoming a larger part of the automobile's engineering
I dreamt of other accidents
I don't forgive you
for what I would give you
because I visualize the accidents of high school dropouts and one man corporations
I visualize those accidents because I want you all to myself
I visualize
the accidents that will result when I take my foot off the clutch
I don't forgive you I would not forgive myself for all
the accidents that will result when I take my foot off the clutch
I don't forgive you I will not forgive myself
I dreamt of other accidents
I don't forgive you
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9. |
Goblins in the Castle
01:44
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I know you don't want me here
I am the hobgoblin of little minds
I am the hobgoblin of your life
you were prepared then I showed up
I waltzed in when you were getting cleaned up
I am the hobgoblin of little hearts
the kind that last a few hours before falling apart
'cause they know they're not wanted here
you closed up the cracks in the ceiling we came through the floor
you closed up the cracks in the universe we found one more
you looked me up you scoped me out
you read up on me and found out what I'm all about
you'll turn around one night and slump in defeat
we're racing toward you on a hundred little feet
I know you you little shit
I know all about you you piece of shit
I fucking know you you little freak
I know you don't want me here
I know you don't want me around
you blocked off the whole sky and I came in
I came in up from the ground
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if cleanliness is next to Godliness I'm living in hell
don't think you have it all figured out you don't know me that well
I get smarter when I'm working lose my head when I'm at home
I get stupid around people but I won't be alone
and the ways I would have hurt you would have been so complicated
don't think you understand the way my edges are serrated
I know it's smart to try and stay the way you are
but I can't be alone
running away to Seattle running away to Glasgow
running away to Leeds so I can hate everyone I know
I looked better on my first day I'm smarter on planes
I feel decent in the morning till you rot my brain
and the face I would have showed you would have been so fucking pretty
I didn't even want you I just really hate this city
and I know it's smart to try and live the way you feel
but I can't live alone
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you're a champ you're a star
but I want to kick you apart
I want the most painful things you are
you're the only one you know
you could have found me years ago
when I was younger it would probably have worked
you used to have so many rules about how I was supposed to talk to you
you used to have so many rules about how I was allowed to talk to you
but I can tell you're falling apart
I hear it in your voice when you're going to sleep
and you stutter, you never stuttered before
you think you know me and you no longer do and that's the saddest part of knowing you
you think you have me and you no longer can because I left the ranks of your shrinking fanbase a while back
you're a champ you're a star
but I'm aware that I can break you apart
'cause I've got the most painful things you are
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12. |
The Sound of My Gun
02:32
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I love the sound of your fear hard hearted woman
I love the smell of your sweat when you cry in my arms
it shouldn't be that the only thing to comfort me
keep me slogging through this endless misery
is your socks in your shoes your room in the dark
your face when you start to shatter
your socks in your shoes your room in the dark
the smell of your sweat makes this cramp in my heart
and I love the sound of your fear
I love your intake of breath when I come up behind you
oh there's this crush in my skull when you cry in my arms
it shouldn't be that the only thing to comfort me
keep me slogging through this endless misery
is your socks in your shoes your room in the dark
your face when you start to shatter
your socks in your shoes your room in the dark
the smell of your sweat makes this cramp in my heart
and I love the sound of your fear
(all together now)
you always loved the sound of my gun
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you turn me on casually
when you're thinking I don't know
that you're sneaking up behind me
a machine gun in your grip
I don't know where this is supposed to go but I know it ends
with me in the trunk of a car
I don't know where this is supposed to go but I know it ends
with your usually broken heart
you turn me on nastily
with a kind of studied slowness
I always think I'm faster than you
but I run into a circle
I don't know where this is supposed to go but I know it ends
with me hanging by my shoelaces
I don't know where this is supposed to go but I know it ends
with your usually broken heart
you turn me on casually
when you're thinking I don't know
that you're sneaking up behind me
with the delicate button of an atomic bomb
I don't know where this is supposed to go but I know it ends
with me hauled in for questioning
I don't know where this is supposed to go but I know it ends
with your perpetually broken heart, and I love it
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14. |
You're Garbage
02:14
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you have the right look on your face and I have the wrong one
and you know how to put me back in space and you are the strong one
but I just think you're made of garbage all the time
I just think you're made of garbage
and you are the only one I see I can handle that better
crush my eyeballs between my teeth and wrap my wounds in a sweater
I just think you're made of garbage all the time
and I can't always look at garbage
like how beautiful do you think you are
your hairy legs your werewolf scars
there must be something warm and moving
to cauterize your self destruction
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Subtle
02:10
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you piece of shit I'll never be as subtle as you are
you don't recall half of the words you used to break my heart
but I will stay up all night long and take your speech apart
I will look up all the bylaws I need to destroy you
I'll be the last thing that you see if I can see this through
but oh you're the only one I know
you piece of shit you'll never be as subtle as you were
you don't recall half of the words you used to break my heart
so I will turn into all your other girlfriends
I will turn into all your other friends to the end
you think I'm good
you piece of shit you'll never be as subtle as I am
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Kind or Rational
02:56
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turn off the radiator that is clanking all night long
pick up your pins and needles 'cause this is a glory song
turn off the sin and rancor that is burning in your heart
because it tears, you know it tears, it tears his ears apart
turn off the pins and needles that are prickling through the ground
turn off your endless keening and emit a glory sound
all bloody sick and lonely I have let myself get weak
I need to change, I need to change, I need to change my sheets
oh God, I wasn't kind or rational
oh God, I couldn't make it good
oh God, I wasn't kind or rational
couldn't love you the way I said I would
what if my neighbor teaches me I don't need light or sound
and soon with gentle mentoring my senses all shut down
what if my neighbor strings me up and no one comes to help
I have to love, I have to love my neighbor as myself
so God, I wasn't kind or rational
oh God, I couldn't make it good
oh God, I wasn't kind or rational
couldn't love you the way I said I would
soon with gentle mentoring my senses will shut down
I'll stay real quiet and patient when you put me in the ground
I'm going down
and when I look up at you you are curiously unlined
I have to love my neighbor but my neighbor changed my mind
I have to change
you have to change my mind
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17. |
Listen Up #2
02:16
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yeah I don't really like touch it just seems unnecessary
like footsteps that are threatening and traffic that is really screams
the shape that rises up from underneath things
'cause I can feel the patterns and I cannot make my body stop believing
and I'm trying to accept the placid meaning
the surface that the world is wearing shooting toward my eyelids
and I'm trying but it fails and I'm still catching
on edges shocking out of sleep half building door connections
and in light of all the garbage I am really glad it's true
that the last person who really touched me was you
yeah I don't really like sex it just seems unnecessary
it's an easy way to help somebody start pulling your strings
did I cut off my nose to spite my face or
did I chew off my leg to get out of the trap she built for me with kindness
and I'm trying to pull up some old reactions
but I always get real wounded by the things that give me traction
you would tell me it all has some deeper meaning
but there's nothing good can come of it it's just another way to stop
you[']r[e] breathing on my shoulder and I'm really glad it's true
that the last person who really touched me was you
hey listen up it's really hard to see you pulling all your punches
it doesn't matter 'cause you think that it's your job to chew and swallow all my hunches
guess I should have seen it coming with the numbing fog that's rolling in
your structure was degraded from the bullshit you are always letting in
I'd be trying to pull up some old reaction
but you always get so wounded by the things that turn you on
you would tell me that it has a deeper meaning
but the truth is I came into this with lots and lots of ways to screw
you over and I'm sorry but I'm really glad it's true
that the last person who really touched me was you
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