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Goodbye
03:11
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You stare out the window and cower,
You’re not a witch, you wont melt.
You look at the clock, another hour.
That’s the way that life goes when those are the cards that you’re dealt.
You told me the world’s barely turning,
I’m gonna fall off if I reach too high.
Said I’m like a child never learning,
I’m gonna get burned so why do I try?
When you sweep me away through an ocean
Inertia will keep me in motion
Don’t ask me to stay cause You know that I’ll say
Goodbye.
You’re like a dog in a purse that keeps on yelling,
You keep repeating a verse of the same old song.
You think that life is a storm; the sea is swelling.
You try and board yourself in I put my swim trunks on.
Then you sweep me away through an ocean
Inertia will keep me in motion
Don’t ask me to stay cause You know that I’ll say
Goodbye.
Im sifting away through these gray skies
Panning through tears for some sunshine
In your cloudy eyes
You think I don’t know,
Why you tell me to go?
So you can have misery for company when you’re on your own, and you’re all alone.
We stand with our backs to each other,
And we’re marching away ten paces wide.
If you don’t turn around this game is over.
You leave me nothing to say but goodbye.
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Slide through the door, you’ll hear the roar way beneath the floor
So go on down, hope you won’t be found like you were before.
You’ve been degraded frustrated but now the truth will be told
You contemplated and waited and now you’re ready to go.
So let the rhythm jab and hit ‘em.
Feel a rumble like thunder right under your toes.
Hear the music taking control.
Don’t need to worry ‘bout me
I’ve got everything I need to be free from all ya’ other ballers.
And when I bust out this groove you’ll see the room start to move,
So let me hear you holler.
You made your claim but you’re off your game. Got yourself to blame.
Thought you were tough now the goin’s tough. Well ain’t that a shame.
There’s no attraction, distraction can’t be your alibi.
The litigation is set your best bet on defense is that you just break down and cry.
So let the rhythm jab and hit ‘em.
Feel a rumble like thunder right under your toes.
Hear the music taking control.
Don’t need to worry ‘bout me
I’ve got everything I need to be free from all ya’ other ballers.
And when I bust out this groove you’ll see the room start to move,
So let me hear you holler.
I gotta get in the groove
I gotta gotta swing in the groove
Now that I’m swinging the groove, y’all better get in the groove.
Now that I’m swinging the groove, y’all better get in the groove.
Like a chef I’m making ya sizzle like bacon. Y’all better get in the groove.
Like a chef I’m making ya sizzle like bacon. Y’all best better get in the groove.
Don’t need to worry ‘bout me
I’ve got everything I need to be free from all ya’ other ballers.
And when I bust out this groove you’ll see the room start to move,
So let me hear you holler.
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3. |
Patience
03:42
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Have the paths our feet have drawn
Ever crossed without us knowing?
Could it be that all along,
You’re just a couple feet away, and we pass every day?
Have we shared these city streets?
Waited shoulder to shoulder?
I may not have the guts to speak,
But I swear I’m getting bolder.
Have a little patience with me
Soon enough our shadows will meet
And if my heart gets there first, know the rest of me is coming
And I can’t wait to catch you cause I’m so tired of running
So have a little patience with me.
Even though I know it’s time to take the stage,
I’m afraid my lines aren’t ready.
And it makes it hard to read the page
When these hands are so unsteady.
Have a little patience with me
Soon enough our shadows will meet
And if my heart gets there first, know the rest of me is coming
And I can’t wait to catch you cause I’m so tired of running
So have a little patience with me.
And sorry I’ve been making you wait
But know that I’m trying to find you
I’ll search for as long as it takes
So may I remind you to be patient too.
Have a little patience with me
Soon enough our shadows will meet
And if my heart gets there first, know the rest of me is coming
And I can’t wait to catch you cause I’m so tired of running
So have a little patience with me.
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4. |
Mexico
03:58
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I met this girl at a wedding down in Mexico
Her long black curls, they would follow her wherever she’d go
Oh I taught her how to samba I only wish I would have thought of
That when you’re dancing by the ocean you can fabricate emotion
And it’s hard to differentiate
Is it the rhythm or the sand?
Senorita understand,
They’ll take hold of you, they’ll take hold of you.
The evening sea will pull you in,
Hypnotize and leave you when,
You go home again, you go home again.
The letters fly and I feel bad for how long I have delayed
But I just can’t reply cause I’d be typing till the month of May
It’s like a scratch on a cd that keeps repeating and now the song is losing meaning
So if you want to find the one for you go on and skip a track or two
And cast aside this old debate
Is it the rhythm or the sand?
Senorita understand,
They’ll take hold of you, they’ll take hold of you.
The evening sea will pull you in,
Hypnotize and leave you when,
You go home again, you go home again.
I met this girl and now it seems it was forever ago
We found ourselves in a dream but we left it down in Mexico.
Is it the rhythm or the sand?
Senorita understand,
They’ll take hold of you, they’ll take hold of you.
The evening sea will pull you in,
Hypnotize and leave you when,
You go home again, you go home again.
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5. |
Down To The Felt
04:03
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He was bold as a lion and smooth like glass,
When we first saw him hit the scene
He could stare a down foe with his stone cold brass;
Hit the house like a wrecking machine.
Heatin’ it up everything that he’d touch
He’d burn and he burn cause he can’t get enough
Though he’s charred to the bone when the day is done
He’s starting over again cause he’s under the gun.
Well she walked tall as a mountain and spoke like rain.
She’d send your blood just like a river rushing.
And drop your soul to the ground like a ball and chain,
With a face that’d leave the red carpet blushing.
But at the end of the day if attention could pay,
Oh she’d turn and she’d burn and be well on her way.
With the hand she was dealt we all thought she’d won
But now she’s down to the felt and she’s under the gun.
They both walked in the garden and felt no shame
They were young and never had a suspicion
Well they thought they were kings, then the serpent came
And took them down by their own volition
You can call it curse or ya call it a sin
But don’t take on the house cause the house always wins
With the hand they were dealt youd’a thought they’d won.
But now they’re down to the felt and they’re under the gun.
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6. |
Good Day Sir
02:41
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Good day sir how do you do?
Well I can see that there’s no hair in many places there used to.
So tip your hat and give it a wave
It’s nice to know the chemicals have left you something to save.
What did they say that would lead you astray?
Did they offer you cocaine?
It’s a habit I know that you try not to show
But they keep it growing like Rogaine.
Good night sir are you ready for bed?
But when I tried to tell a story the allegory’d be wasted
For in your head you’ve started to lose
All the meaning of the metaphors a poet would use.
I tried to offer a ride help you safely inside
Cause your speech was so staggered.
Now tell me what’s your excuse oh how could you confuse
A crucifix for a dagger?
You never mind the things that ive said
You duck and bend and then pretend that they’ve gone over your head
Take these words to say what you need
And then twist and then squeeze till you bleed them of meaning
So Kings and puppeteers will steer the strings to rule the fears
That tie you down, who wears the crown, who makes you sing
What’s caught a hold of your soul, who grabbed the wheel who stole control?
Are you matador who took the bull horns, or are you simply
Dancing on strings.
Good day sir how do you do?
Well I can see that there’s no hair in many places there used to.
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7. |
27 Seconds
00:54
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I’ve got 27 seconds to sing
I’ve got 27 seconds I can say anything
Let’s give a hand for the man at the board
He says "27 seconds", I’ll use no less or more.
14 down now 13 left,
I could save the world but I second guess.
We’ll all soon be dead. Was it green or red?
Sound the alarm ‘cause this song,
Is the bomb.
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8. |
Grave
04:42
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Take this iron spade that Hell has made
And don’t complain or you’ll know pain that cant be reversed
Rest assured they’ve rehearsed and they wont miss
Oh boy, you better learn to obey
Oh boy, keep on diggin that grave.
Underneath you crawl to count them all
The bones they call you when you sleep now you’ve dug too deep
And you cant keep going on like this.
Oh boy, you better learn to behave
Oh boy, keep on diggin that grave
And if I fall along the way remember my story
And if my hope begins to fade I know you’ll restore me.
A scratch is made another day
And im just waiting to be saved
So I’ll be standing with this spade and out of the grave.
One more sunken face has found its place
And turned to waste yes you can taste it in the air and
The smell of despair is growing thick.
Oh boy, what makes you think you’ll be saved?
Oh boy, keep on diggin that grave.
And if I fall along the way remember my story
And if my hope begins to fade I know you’ll restore me.
A scratch is made another day
And im just waiting to be saved
So I’ll be standing with this spade and out of the grave.
Where death is your sting when my soul can sing
In victory cause my place is made Im no longer afraid
I know I’m gonna be saved so do with me what you wish.
Oh boy, you better learn to obey.
Oh boy, keep on diggin that grave.
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9. |
Lemonade
03:21
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Please don’t be sour lemonade
I know that nothing was missing in the way that you were made
Though sweet-n-low can fake it, just sugar cane to make my lemonade.
You’re way too warm now lemonade
And I think that you and the freezer need to have a date.
We’ll add a little ice, you’ll be so nice.
Oh I know whenever you’re in town you cause a stir
You make life sweeter than what I deserve
Casting the winter goodbye
With a glass full of summertime.
We’re good together lemonade
Come sit beside me while I’m rocking in the shade.
We’ll take a summer stroll you’re SPF upon my soul now Lemonade.
You help me stand sweet lemonade
You’re trading stronger than the quarter that I paid
Even when we’re old you’ll still be gold.
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10. |
Ungravity (Part I)
02:01
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I was on about my business
When I witnessed you there
Sitting so sad mindedly
Graying in your chair.
Glued down with expectation
And cemented by despair
Who can save you from this slumber your under?
Or tear asunder this pair?
Somewhere in the distance
A mistress is haunting
Cold and solemn melody
Gently she’s taunting.
Alone she’s partial; half of something
Like a branch without a tree.
But some violence on these wooden shells should help us
Let this trunk grow free.
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11. |
Ungravity (Part II)
02:10
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Fall in position, for the beat’s addition has gravity reversed.
And on your feet, there’s air to greet for words to be rehearsed.
In shadows cowed, but ransomed now, by chorus and by verse.
Bodies underground will be awakened by the sound
And they will sojourn from their tombs.
Without ever leaving this room,
Without ever leaving this room.
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12. |
Ungravity (Part III)
02:03
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Here shines a wondrous mystery
That’s been pondered on for centuries
How music makes a blind man see
And cowards act courageously
And churches chant harmoniously
And strangers shout euphoniously
Now it shall too, soon save the weak
Who have been fastened to their seats.
Now Newton’s an authority
On matters such as gravity
But when we sing, I do believe
The apple rolls back up the tree.
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