1. |
Freebase Hip
02:58
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Lipstick stains left on my face
You see to your dismay I had erased
Before I took the train back to civilization
All the way, cursing our situation
Clean off the slate, sweep the rubbish away
They cut out your face
Replace it with a smile
My sweetheart, we’ll stay together till we grow apart
Then we’ll divorce our kids and start anew
Within the lines that we already drew
I guess Father Time forgot to
Clean off the slate, sweep the rubbish away
They cut out your face
But I’m still in denial that
You were the cavity
Buried deep inside everything I knew
It’s the irony that I can’t sleep at night
But I bet you do
You swear you’re not an actor
You just play one on TV
Well if this is what you’re after
Darling, let’s make a scene
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2. |
Drugs
03:08
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Well, she found me at the rock gig
Licking my wounds from the mosh pit
In my black suit and my black shades
In a blackout, sitting backstage
It was always her suspicion
That I’d been off the prescription
Trade addiction for addiction
And you’ll forget just what you’re kicking
Madam, please do not detest me
But I need to bow out gracefully
Don’t have a clue what they’re giving me
But when I told you I’m in love
I was still tripping on the drugs
Take a bullet for the movement
Drink the Kook-Aid, cue the music
I don’t even like this tune, but
I’m used to it
Collapse the synapse and open the veins
Inject the serum and pray that you change
I love myself, but I’ve got terrible taste
If only I could behave…
You could say we’ve lost our minds
All our friends are getting high
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3. |
All Access
04:45
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*Tink tink tink* on my skull
Who’s that knocking?
Oh, it’s you, well…
Sorry, no vacancy. I’m too full of myself to seat you.
Why not try down the street where Happy Trail deadends
And see if the innkeeper’s up, ‘cause he won’t charge you rent, it’s free.
So why keep stressin’, second guessin’ all the words you hear me say
With loaded questions trying to get the best of me?
As if your smooth hands could find loose ends in the cool that I create
You’ll find the truth is just a few steps out of reach, see…
I’ve granted you all access everywhere but my mind
So get it right, or get in line
You think that it’s my fault
Staying distant like I do
And keep digging in my skin
For scars that I won’t ever show you
Rather than coming clean, I wear mystique like Maybelline
Because my smudge-free cover-up means everything to me
And though you swear you’re making progress all the times you’re making waves
I just don’t care to sate your curiosity
As if your smooth hands could find loose ends
In the cool that I create
I’m losing patience all the time you’re losing sleep
And it’s a shame what we say
To maintain our charade
That we really couldn’t give a damn for love
But we know that the pace
Of the affection that we crave
Slows the moment we say we can’t get enough.
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No one will escape!
Inner-city music for your home stereo
Driving the kids to violence
Pushing for the new shit, trendy material
Written by hipster nihilists
Don’t want another mouth to feed
I got a drum machine
It’s all I need
My hypothesis (and I fear there can be no doubt about it):
The pop-ocalypse is right here
But the kids don’t know about it
You talk normal but sing with an accent
Painted your fingernails bright red
You spent the afternoon in front of the mirror and
Carefully crafted your bedhead
You’ve got that oh-so-deliberate je ne sais quoi
Too bad your biggest fan is still your mom
When I’m in this room I need my space
To set the mood where I create
It’s ten o’clock, why are you here?
Don’t talk to us
Just pack your gear
My hypothesis (and I fear there can be no doubt about it):
The pop-ocalypse is right here
And the kids, they don’t know they’re gonna be consumed
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5. |
Goddess
04:46
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Goddess tucked her wings under the bed
And left the west behind her with a bandage on her hand
Suicide, so difficult to hide
Expose yourself to friends and they will eat you alive
So paint your face and recreate
You know there’s no more tears to wipe
Goddess wants a boy to love
Because men are seldom single
She wants the AM to herself
And a chocolate on her pillow
Goddess wants a boy to love
So she can mix and mingle
While we spin ourselves like carousels
In rings around her finger
Still dizzy from the chance to be inside
Goddess has a secret to confess
That it’s always your first love that sets the tone for all the rest
You can try, but you cannot deny
There’s something deep inside of her that you’ll never possess
Still we walk and walk for miles
And fake our smiles while kissing her goodbye
She kept her altar well-disguised
And laid out all of us there under the knife
And we all woke alone with stars still in our eyes
Still dizzy from the chance to be inside
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6. |
Doggy Bags
04:20
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You took us to the water
Promised all we could drink
And we had drowned in just about a week
All our sons and our daughters
Now the so-called elite
Drunkenly stumbling down Easy Street
Go smooth out the roads
We’ll trip up ourselves
We are the bougie destitute who rest in peace
Upon the noose of irony
That all we want is just beyond our reach
Thrown overboard into the depths
We learn to swim by lucky guess
Or post mortem
In just a day we’ll float the same you’ll see
(Anyway, what was I saying?)
The judge called us to order
And declared us insane
But therapy’s easy, I can’t complain
And I found God on the corner of my memory lane
It’s a pity he won’t speak to me these days
Hell, if you’re angry, just give me a sign!
Beware the world of gluttons
They eat before they say their grace
I know their belly’s full of nothing
And still they clean their plates
And take an empty doggy bag with them to go
Well, we’re making money to buy love
And you say love’s all we need
Can’t we just agree to disagree?
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7. |
Through
05:02
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Strapped into my best intentions
For a glimpse of passion
And two months of pain
Our tandem hearts had double vision
And if there’s something missing, I really couldn’t say
It’s just shadows
Mysterious shadows that wouldn’t just fade out
Shadows
Mysterious shadows
The curious ways I know we’re through
I crawl back to when we were best friends
And I had your attention even while away
Now that miles have turned to inches
I still feel this distance
It’s written in your face
I set a thought on top of me
On top of you
It soaked up all our memories
And then it grew
Set it straight for me
Because I’ve been waiting
Set it straight for me
Because I’ve been thinking
That by this time, there’s one thing left to say
“What’s his name?”
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8. |
Warsaw
03:43
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It started as a bet
Just a dare
Just to try something stupid
To take it international and try out selling our music
“You know you say you’re passionate
And it’s about high time you prove it.”
I said, “I got eight hundred bucks”
He said, “Yeah, man. That oughta do it.”
Pack your bags, we’re taking off
On a path one-way to Warsaw
If we can’t make back the cost, I guess we’ll stay a while
(New kids on the Eastern Bloc)
Call up the boss, quit the job
Told him I’ve got a calling
Push all the chips out into the middle
Because baby, I’m going all in
And if we fall on our face on the way
Then we’ll pick up the pieces
Because when opportunity knocks, you’ve gotta take it or leave it
Pack your bags, we’re taking off
On a path one-way to Warsaw
If we can’t make back the cost, then we’ll improvise
Drive our nails into the walls
Take a chance on fame and fortune
Pack your bags, we’re taking off
We might not come back at all
Gonna drown myself in the sounds and the pictures
When you lose your head, you might learn a thing or two
(Nie mówię po polsku)
Yeah, you do
Look out, we’re coming through
You get one chance in your time
To be something more important
And if we get our tonight
We’re gonna do it right
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9. |
Not About Neha
03:51
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It seems so familiar
Just yesterday we were one
Our linings of silver
Tarnish with age
We were one
But for our calloused skin to keep out everyone
Our pointed teeth for biting our tongue
Just wanted three words and you left me with none
Now I welcome oblivion
To randomly meet now
Perchance by fate
We are one
With hand to the flame
How could you say you’ve changed?
We are one
But for our calloused skin to keep out everyone
Our pointed teeth for biting our tongue
Just wanted three words and you left me with none
Now I welcome oblivion
Your hands that reach to shade you from the sun
Your nervous feet still positioned to run
Just wanted three words and you left me with none
Now I welcome oblivion
And the skyline pierced into the night
As I climbed my way towards the lights
Did you see the skyline from your house tonight?
With my silhouette on the rooftop ledge
I thought of that last step over the edge
(But I bet that you never did)
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10. |
Precariously Arranged
04:26
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Well, I’ve been thinking about all the stories they tell
The rise and the fall of the nations
And it seems clear to me we’re precariously arranged
At the top of the mountain’s peak
Nowhere but down and someday we’ll be found
In a pile of our empire’s ruins
They will dig up my grave and put me on display
And someday they will talk about the way we are tonight
And history will be re-made from all the pieces of our lives
So when I’m gone, lay me down with a Burger King crown
And this microphone as a scepter
Adorn my hands and my feet with old Cracker Jack rings
And I’ll be looking like royalty
So baby, paint up the walls of my sarcophagus
With all of my greatest achievements
And if that isn’t enough
You can just make it up
I don’t mind
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11. |
White Noise
06:03
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Turn on the screen
We’ll play the scenes in which we are not nemeses
And try to hold the static glow
Until our conscience falls asleep
(“What are you waiting for?”)
Let’s guild our vice in sequined lies
And practice both our alibis
And though we close our mouths
If somehow the truth comes out
He’s your problem, don’t make him mine
Here’s to our dear departed friends on our TV screen
Left us in broken-hearted apathy
One more stake through the heart and finger that rosary
Now the white noise is off
She wants to talk to me
“What are you waiting for?” she said
So convinced that you’re different
While entwining our dirty hands
But we both know the way this ends
And did you know
Just days ago I said I was not the type...
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