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Because the world is flat, Columbus died.
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Pessimist
03:26
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Let me be a pessimist for just another minute
It's hard to be an optimist when my heart's not in it
I know that life has a funny way of turning things around
So let me be a pessimist, it hurts too much to smile right now
Let me be a pessimist for just a little longer
Leave me be, cease and desist, I'll tell you when I'm stronger
I know that life has a funny way of making things all right
So let me be a pessimist, it hurts too much to smile tonight
Let me a be a pessimist if only for the weekend
When Monday comes, I know I'll be, thinking with more reason
I know that life has a funny way of fixing its mistakes
So let me be a pessimist, it hurts too much to stay awake
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3. |
Lost
02:51
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My life was not chaotic
It's like a new deck of cards
I always knew what's coming
I knew when times would be hard
But ever since the day we met
I guess I learned the cards could be wrong
I forgot which way was north today
I wasn't in a hurry anyway
I'm not lost, I'm just misplaced
I can't see ten feet from my own face
Should I stay right where I am and wait?
Hoping someone will redeem me?
Hoping somebody will need me in my place?
My life was not an issue
Until it flipped upside-down
I thought that I was grounded
Turns out I fell off the ground
'Cause ever since the day we met
I guess that somehow I got too proud
My paycheck's in a box at HR
Money only gets you so far
I'm sure you know the cliche
Black is white and gray is grey
I'm sure you've heard it before
Day is night and less is less, not more
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Bloody Sleeves
02:47
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I need to find the guy who told me
To wear my heart on my sleeves
And thank him for these
Bloody sleeves
Bloody, bloody sleeves
Tell me a secret
'Cause I don't have any
To call my own
Put on your best shirt
'Cause I don't have any
That don't look old
Validate me
You can hate me
All you want when I leave
Tell me baby
Don't you want me?
Can't you make me believe?
Oh, pretty please, you know I want to believe
A wise man once told me that knowing is half the battle
Unfortunately, it's the half where the casualties die
With every broken heart comes another chest rattle
With every broken heart comes another "You were perfect," lie
My flaws in no particular order are as follows:
Too much patience in abuse, and too much honesty in love
Too much impulse in reaction and too much information to swallow
And I'm 23 years old and I never found a good rhyme for love
I've got these bloody, bloody sleeves.
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Sí Se Puede
00:12
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You can do it!
¡Tú puedes hacerlo!
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Crushlight
01:24
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I've got a little crushlight in the back of my head
And when it makes a connection, well, it starts to blink red
It makes me stop what I'm doing, try to get her attention
If I can't get her attention, it still wants her attention
Someone disconnect the crushlight
Someone help me not to feel
Someone tell the signals in my brain
What's a crush and what is real
Someone disconnect the crushlight
Someone let me be alone
Someone sever the operator's
Patch through to my head phone
I've got a little crushlight in the back of my brain
An auxiliary function that beeps louder than main
It makes my mind fill with questions of, "Would she accept me?"
If she doesn't accept me, it still blinks incessantly
Crushlight, my little crushlight
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Happy Humpday!!!
02:45
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Middle of the week (ad nauseum)
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SHUT YOUR-
You say you're real into me
I've heard tell of your infamy
But you won't gain my sympathy
If you keep playing the way that you're playing
You say you ain't got time for me
With all the time you spend kicking your feet
But you won't gain my sympathy
If you keep playing the way that you're playing
Excuse me, ma'am, but I've had it up to here
With the excuses that I'm hearing and I think I'm hard of hearing
'Cause the way it sounds to me is that you want to be with me
But you don't want to be with me, is that right?
I keep telling myself it's all right, it's resolved
I keep telling myself, why don't you shut your face and-
Like Juliet and Romeo
Except I ain't no Romeo
This isn't my first rodeo
But you keep playing the way that you're playing
We are not star-crossed at all
But if we stand on a ledge, we'll surely fall
If you want to, that's your call
But I'm not playing the way that you're playing
Why don't you shut your face and be my lover?
Shut your face and leave.
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Queen of lacrosse
You caught my eye
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Caiaphas knew it before he could do it
He gave the order knowing well and good what it would do when
Judas blew it, kissed the mark and shew it
To the Roman army waiting just beyond the trees and bushes
Annas, you laugh with a bite to catch the last wit
But silent, you drive it, deliver him to Pilate
Pilate would not have released Barabbas the Robber if you had pleased,
But the heat of the moment, the fear of the mob, the dilly-dallying ceased
Between the purple robe and the vinegar sponge
This tortured crucifixion's just too much for anyone
But if you had been Caiaphas and you knew he was the son of God
And had to die to save the world, what else would you have done?
Black Friday's come
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11. |
Restless Boy
00:17
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I'm a restless buwawawaaaaugh
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12. |
Dateline
09:55
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i) Nice Things
Dateline: Thursday in Queens
A man is writing letters seldom to be seen
He writes them out for the love of his life
He sees her daily, knows he wants her for a wife
He showers her with affection and smiles
And everything, trying to win her heart with guile
She tells him no, that she simply cannot
And she goes home and she gets lost deep in thought
She’s afraid to be the one who loves the man more than he loves her
‘Cuz she’s been burned before and she don’t need another lover
The man feels betrayed and rejected every day
But the woman’s even lonelier because she won’t agree
Dateline: Friday in New York
He sees her strolling casually through Central Park
She caught his eye and she gives him a wave
She prays today’s the day she’s going to be brave
He broaches the weather, suggesting a walk
He hopes she’ll fall in love after a little talk
She goes along but she doesn’t make a move
She’s only got one heart, something she doesn’t want to lose
She’s afraid to be the one to love the man more than he loves her
‘Cuz she’s been burned before and she don’t need another lover
The man feels betrayed and rejected every day
But the woman’s even lonelier because she won’t agree
To a dance
Call it a date
Call it romance
Or call it fate
What she needs’
A helping hand
Swept off her feet
She needs the man
Dateline: Sunday in Queens
This is why we can’t have nice things.
ii) Better Things
Dateline: a Saturday cantina
He orders coffee, black, and her number with some creamer
She laughs a little and jots it on a napkin
He tips her a ticket to a show that’s set to happen
They sit on the grass and they marvel at the escapades
The joviality and the sun beating down, they move to the shade
It was the greatest Saturday they had in a while
Then they shake their hands, they make other plans, say goodbye with a smile
For the man knows he’s gonna be picked up, used, and thrown away
So he pretends he’s not in love with her
Things are better this way.
Dateline: Tuesday on a sofa
She’s putting on her pumps, he’s lounging in his loafers
They’ve made dinner plans downtown at half past seven
Forget the nines, both he and she are dressed to the elevens
A casual affair, it’s what they both agreed
No romance, no, no intimacy, it’s friendship that they need
Is this fifty-dollar-cologne a bit too much for something simple?
Does this shade of ruby lipstick bring out the best in both my dimples?
Dateline: Tuesday with a couch standing by
They throw their jackets off, because it’s gonna stress them out otherwise
He rings her phone and tells her he’d rather stay in
She says she forgot she needs to practice the violin
He says come over because I’d love to hear you play
She says it’s been a while but I’d love to anyway
She throws on a t-shirt like she didn’t even try
She plays a Bach concerto, then out of there, no time to say goodbye
For the woman knows she’s gonna be picked up, used, and thrown away
So she pretends she’s not in love with him
Things are better this way.
Dateline: Wednesday by the phone
He dials her number but hangs up, he’s all alone
Dateline: Wednesday by the other phone
She dials his number but hangs up, she’s all alone
For they both know they’re gonna be picked up, used, and thrown away
So they pretend they’re not in love with the other
Things are better this way!
iii) Little Things
Dateline: The day of St. Valentine’s
Twenty houses all in a line
Twenty gardens, twenty fences, twenty doors, and twenty windows and a rose
On each of twenty patios
Each with a little handmade note
Of twenty gardens, twenty fences, twenty doors, and twenty windows,
I’d forgotten quite exactly which was which
But I know that of these houses, gardens, fences, doors, and windows
One of them has got a you inside of it
So I clipped a flower
Twenty clippings, yes, to shower
Every cookie cutter building on the block
Be the former or the latter
It’s the little things that matter
I’ll be waiting by the docks at six o’clock
Mm, funny what love does!
Did I say love, oh we’re just friends!
Be the former or the latter
It’s the little things that matter
Who really needs labels in the end?
iv) Bigger Things
Dateline: Datetime online dating
The man gives the woman a five-star rating
He says she’s a great time so stop the waiting
It’s time for her to find the one he’s indicating
A glowing review, a recommendation
A quick overview and a broad invitation
Highlighting the best so the rest’ll recognize them
But leaving himself out because he can’t jeopardize them
Dateline: Datetime online hookups
The woman makes sure that the man gets looked up
Sharing his profile, schedule gets booked up
Stirring the pot so his life will get shook up
A glowing review, a recommendation
A quick overview and a broad invitation
Highlighting the best so the rest’ll recognize them
But leaving herself out because she can’t jeopardize them
Dateline: A March Monday eve
The man goes out with his heart upon his sleeve
To meet a girl that he met over OKCupid
They hang out for an hour and she says this is stupid
You’re hung up on another, anybody could see
But the man just says he isn’t, now about you and me
What’s past is in the past and the present is now
I’ve forgotten all of that, girl, so don’t have a cow
The woman that you mention was a nice set of wings
But I’m flying on my own now onto much bigger things
Dateline: A March Friday morn
The woman meets a boy who’s old-money-born
He says he’ll buy her things like lockets and cars
But he can tell that she won’t open her heart
She’s hung up on another, anybody could see
But the woman says she isn’t, now about you and me
What’s past is in the past and the present is now
I’ve forgotten all of that, boy, so don’t have a cow
The man that you mention was a nice set of wings
But I’m flying on my own now onto much bigger things
Boy leaves woman
Girl leaves man
Boy meets girl
And they’re off like that
Invited to the wedding
Are the two ex-things
But it’s too awkward now
To put on an old set of wings
This is why we can't have nice things
Or better things
Or little things
Or bigger things
Or anything at all
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13. |
The Crux
04:08
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Who tortures the tortured artist?
Who tortures the tortured soul?
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Kevin Calaway Seattle, Washington
I could while away the hours conferring with the flowers, consulting with the rain - but who has time for that? I regulate my mood with musical catharsis and publish my diary on the internet for the whole world to hear, wearing my heart and my influences on my sleeve like a man who really needs to do laundry. ... more
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