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Cymbal Stands
04:46
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Turn off the blinkers, can we
Move off the road
There ain’t a thinker who will
Do what they’re told
It’s just a tambourine that
Kept shaking bright
I’m just the fool who thought that
It would be alright
Sound is electric, baby
Please get it right
Put up the cymbal stands and
Play them in the night
I know that no one wants to
Trust the life we take
I know you like to listen
More than you can make
I know that music seems to
Take away from love
But if you’re lonely you won’t
Wonder which to think of
I know it’s hard to think but
We’ll get it right
Put up the cymbal stands and
Play them in the night
Let’s play at 4 a.m. and
Get paid in gold
Well it’s too bad we all just
Do what we’re told
I know that music seems to
Take away from love
That’s how you know exactly
What a song is made of
Stop using reason, baby
Stop being right
Put up the cymbal stands and
Play them in the night
I know I'll miss you every time I go
Take down the cymbal stands
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2. |
Not Only What I Want
03:23
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You had it
You kept it
You gave it right to me
I took it
I use it
I live it can't you see
Sometimes I need to breathe
Other times I need to see
Not only what I want
But what you need
I'm moving
I'm leaning
How I play the game
I'm winning
I'm losing
To me it's all the same
Sometimes I need to dream
Other times I need to see
Not only what I want
But what you need
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3. |
Don't Rush It
03:36
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Deep in my toes
A rhythm's coming on
My mind fell in a derge
But my feet keep dragging on
My drive is in reverse
But I'm still no fool
It's so cold, it's hot
It's so heavy that it's cool
You don't know what to do
You just think I'm a fool
You should see how it is
But don't rush it
On the surface
I come off easy
But up in the air
It's so frigid, breezy
What I remember
I'll soon forget
When I fold
I'm taking back my bet
You don't know what to do
You just think I'm a fool
You should see how it is
But don't rush it
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4. |
Sandy
06:21
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These neon lights
Can roll you round in bright
Colored lines
You take your sides
You hope the stars alight
When you die
And it’s okay
We’ll never separate
You’ll find
We’ll just age
A little every day
Each time
Well I like
To imitate the rain
With my voice
And all the boys
In sweatshirts seem to make
So much noise
We watched the storm
We buttoned up and turned
Far apart
And as we watch
The lightning sweeps them up
You said they look like art
And it’s okay
We’ll never recreate
You’ll find
We’ll just age
A little every day
Each time
I’m a slim
Shadow of the things
I do and recall
All alone
The storm won’t calm your voice
Past a crawl
An echo on
Your naked hand on my
Wasted fall
You see your life
In pointless colored lights
When you’re high
Make it right
The rivers and the sights
You can guide
And every eye
Must some day go out blind
On sometime
And I try
That the star that closed your eye
Will be mine
And I cry
That the star that closed your eye
Will be mine
And I die
That the star that closed your eye
Will be mine
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You’re my underwater sailboat
You can drive where others sink
Drawing pictures on the windows
To make the mermaids stop and think
You can dream of open pictures
Staring heavy at your soul
When you hug it’s like a prison
Life’s too short to let us roll
But there’s some things I can’t say in black and white and blue
That honey I want you
You’re like pictures scarring starlight
Starring somewhere far away
So much closer than the bar right
Next to where I drank today
You’re a liquid-copper kettle
And the heat can’t get enough
You try to empty out the metal
So someone else can fill you up
But there’s some things I can’t say in black and white and blue
That honey I want you
You’re an overwrought hydration
Liquid falling cross the brain
Take the singer to the station
Leave the mic out in the rain
But there’s some things I can’t say in black and white and blue
That honey I want you
You’re my so elusive someone
Can’t tell who or what or when
I could love you now forever
Or maybe just for now and then
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6. |
Mrs. Demise
03:15
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Is there a reason why
You and I don't fly
Together and watch the ground lift off our heads
I get to reading you don't like to be read
Mrs. Demise
Do you breathe with your eyes
Visualize
You can feel more alive
Is there a way to figure how
You and I could sound
Together and let the beat flow through our legs
I get to hearing you don't listen closely
Mrs. Demise
Do you breathe with your eyes
Visualize
You can feel more alive
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7. |
End Of Dawn
04:14
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In the mask,
We’re lost in the day
We ask what’s the page
We’re on
In the dusk,
We hide in the black
We duck towards the track
We’ve gone
Who’s to say
That you can’t be the end of dawn
That you don’t see the night
That you never seem right
When you’re on
In the mask
We run at the shadows
Bend back the clothes
We wore
In the dusk
We sleep on the streets
And rust from the feats
We adore
Who’s to say
That this isn’t the road we’re on
That we live for the night
But only have sight
Of the dawn
Who’s to say
You once knew a guy
You thought he was yours
For sure
Who’s to say
We’ve all gotta die
And we all want to want
It more
Who’s to say
That your love couldn’t wither along
But maybe inside you
The one who denied you
Was wrong
In the mask
We pretend to believe
What you ask when you see
We’ve gone
In the dusk
We had to the east
It’s a tusk from the beast
We won
Who’s to say
That this isn’t the way of God
That we did what we could
While we met who we
Couldn’t move on
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8. |
Afraid Of The Cold
05:45
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Her son has moved to Norway and she’s never been
The weather there is frightening, she’s been told
That's alright, she says, she’ll live through him
And for her part, she’ll stay and she’ll grow old
Here where the people are afraid of the cold
The European came to look at specimens
He studies and they’re just like he was told
He eats fondue and laughs at all the rest of them
But he won’t stay cause he has written gold
Here where the people are afraid of the cold
Something, baby, isn’t what it means to be
Something isn’t quite like it was told
They’re afraid of the cold
The drunken owl spies another book to read
It’s telling him to give up all his soul
It isn’t that he doesn’t know just what he needs
But only that he lets his conscience fold
Here where the people are afraid of the cold
And say somebody figured out the problems here
Which she tried to solve behind a desk of gold
But in a decade she’ll give up, it’s clear
There’s nothing she can do cause she’s been sold
Here where the people are afraid of the cold
Something, baby, isn’t what it means to be
Something isn’t quite like it was told
They’re afraid of the cold
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9. |
Rock And Roll
03:36
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Over these years, my head has turned on its ears
The only sound that I fear is one I can't even hear
Kick in the screen
Mess up the clean
And drill me into my dream
Like the junkie said
Music's good for your head
The time is right
Cooking up a pot of my rock and roll stew
Come closer let me start feeding you
I'm moving on up and I'm taking you down
Down to the gritty grimy edge of sound
We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll
Watch your step, babe it ain't your first
Are you sure that you wanna creep over the curb
Look both ways, keep your mind on track
This hard-boiled engine can't chug through cracks
We're gonna rock, we're gonna roll
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10. |
Underneath The Stairs
05:52
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My light is out, but my mind is on
I know where I've been, but where have I gone
I've turned inside-out, I've shuttered the fall
I left it all right, inclined to hold up the wall
I go alone and I never care to care
I feel at home underneath the stairs
The door is closed, hinged on a whim
The window shows what my eyes can fix
I'll never know when my mind's made up
That's why I go till I don't stop
I go alone and I never care to care
I feel at home underneath the stairs
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