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Waiting on the dust to settle
your head held high, so cavalier
behind the shades your eyes are redder
it's not the fire inside your lungs
it's just the ringing in your ears
waiting on the smoke to clear
all this talk of getting over
just playing cool and playing dead
drown in petty paranoia
with room to stretch in empty beds
waiting on the welcome sign to reappear
waiting on the smoke to clear
Splatter paint across the white walls
shattered pride, a cheap veneer
no sense in sketching silver linings
leave the scientists to reinvent the wheel
waiting on the smoke to clear
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Spoonful
02:57
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That teeny tiny man on the TV got me down
he wants to catch with a hook, nullify the pain just to get you on the fast train
Lily white lies on the billboard, something strange
too many mega million dreams, carpet bagger schemes got me reaching for my pocket change
and though the news is rather stormy,
my little voices just ignore me
got me wishing, begging, pleading
won't you please?
won't somebody sell me something that i need?
Shiny suits got me sipping that sweet, til i can't stand
it's good for swallowing the pill, bending to the willl
salivating for a fat hand
i time punch that clock til the reason got a rhythm
in a medicated haze, scheming up ways, sliding through the finish line
and though the news is rather stormy,
my little voices just ignore me
got me wishing, begging, pleading
won't you please?
won't somebody sell me something that i need?
these little pills they'd like to calm me
the Television is trying to warn me
that i don't have enough money to be free
won't somebody sell me something that i need?
Just a spoonful of sugar
goin' down
just a spoonful
it takes a spoonful
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Shake a hand, make a friend
hope you feel a little better in the long run
shed a tear, shake a fear
you'll feel a little lighter in the long run
but if you love suppin' troubles like whiskey
you're out of jail but you're still on parole
i'll tell you walking that line you'll get tipsy
just to be the turd in the punchbowl
they say God only knows, so we have been told
don't you wish you could put plans on hold?
i've wasted some time and i slanted my rhymes
trying to cut through the noise of my soul
i ain't got much to show
they'll hang you up, just let them go
for the good times you'll carry in the long run
they'll cut you down , you never know
who'll be waiting around the corner in the long run
but if you're tempted to speak to the demons you keep
tell them all, they can wait at the end of the line
the long run is ready, if your feet walking steady
and you're writing that tune as you're waltzing through time
they say God only knows, so we have been told
don't you wish you could put plans on hold?
i've wasted some time and i slanted my rhymes
trying to cut through the noise of my soul
i ain't got much to show
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4. |
Black Balloon
01:58
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Stand alone, keep them at bay
i'm not surprised you've got something to say
this ain't no movie scene i've seen before
i can't recall what the hell i'm living for
careless words, impatient tongues
hear the violent laugh of the gathering song
a smile comes on early, it fades too soon
my head is light, i'm a tiny black balloon
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Ebb & Flow
03:23
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Longing to feel yourself drifting to sleep
without worries of deadlines or echoes of grief
just hoping a few of these old miseries
would just pack up and leave you
catching up with your peace
It's just the drop in the bucket at the tip of the hat
got you crossing all jet lines, bridging all gaps
to that future unwritten, just leave some space as you go
for all the trickle down karma of lucks ebb and flow
silently wishing for the ties that could bind
to fill that echoless space between your heart and your mind
in that vacuum so quite you suspend disbelief
in love's limitless fault lines
and shard empathy
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Waiting Up
03:36
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Waiting up, it's too late
for thinking thoughts, i can't take
i hurt you too
i never say sorry
street lights dim as the traffic slows
the midnight hand starts to doze
i'm counting sheep
in werewolves clothing
you think i'd know
my heart it gets so heavy when my mind moves slow
fighting pillows bloody trying to hold on dreams
hope they're not half as hollow as they seem
3 AM, i'm rehearsing lines
i check the phone a thousand times
and where are you?
with your head so heavy
and lovers say that if you take the time it will be all ok
put all the past behind and make all my wrongs right
but who am i tomorrow in the day light?
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Do Not Disturb
03:10
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Not too much to do all day long
i pour my fears into the telephone
i stare at the screen a little too long
a thousand windows open up
i drain them all like coffee cups
the anxious bitter grounds
down at the bottom of the well
but do you care?
about the show?
or who'd you see?
or where'd they go?
everybody knows
Not too much to say when i get home
i lost my tongue that lazy vagabond
i couldn't speak a word to raise some hell
but i'll click again , the link is dead
the firewall inside my head says
burn it down
but i don't hear a word
do not disturb
this peaceful glow
these memories
all silicone
oh mama please write back to me
oh daddy how'd we get so free?
so free it hurts
so free it stings
so free it burns
so free it rings
not too much to do all day long
sit around and write myself a love song
i can't decide which me to choose
the I and I
or the me i made for you
this precious glow
my pretty face
i calculate
i fill my plate
until I'm stuffed
with 1's and 0's
i've had enough
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8. |
Let It Bleed
04:30
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Just hang it up
say so long
and you won't have to wake up every morning
trying to hang a peace where it don't belong
Let it Bleed
unclog that hole under your heart
don't let the cowards and lily livered's feed
while 3rd rate lullabies explain
how red wine blushing, whiskey stains
you wrapped your soul in cellophane
now all your ramblings sound insane
As you let it go , watch it fly
take a good look while the picture is pretty
before it's out of focus and out of style
let it breath
our wartime treaties can't exchange
a salty tear for passing pains
what's left after this hurricane
has blown away my feeble brain
just stitches ripping at the seam
tear 'em out and let it bleed
let it bleed
Bleeding out your nose
Bleeding out your ears
Bleeding out toes
Bleeding out your fears
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9. |
Baggage Claim
03:39
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Pack your bags, will it all fit?
you've brought a lot of extra shit
but now the zipper won't quite close
the turn style blues
around they go
out to the train you'll have to catch
that black balloon
these old regrets
will float away
and when you let them
float away
and when you let them
and now your motor is working overtime
the mix tape deck inside your mind
can't track the song you need to hear
could make you shed a single tear
you never cried when you were young
you couldn't stop, enjoy the fun
of wasted nights before last call
don't blame it on the alcohol
just one more shot and down it goes
and where it stops
nobody knows
the baggage claim slows to a grind
that carousel you can't rewind
the red eye that you didn't catch
your luggage never made it back
now circus sounds wash through the doors
a carnival you've known before
is waiting out in concourse B
and everywhere
if you believe
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Slow Parade was formed out of the need for a new extension. The goals were explicitly implied through means of analog conversion : follow sonic bliss until it exceeds the order of 38 db RMS above unity gain, translate the oft mud caked melodies back to silver vibrations of which they were born , catch the tail of the echo loop that does knows no decay. ... more
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