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WHEN THE MUSIC STARTS / EVERYTHING MIGHT BE OKAY / GETTING LOST IN THE QUIET / AS IT ALL SLIPS AWAY / WHEN THE THOUGHTS ALL SETTLE DOWN / AND THE MOMENT ISN’T GONE / AND THE STATIC WILL FADE OUT / AND THE WORDS WILL RAMBLE ON / AND WHEN I DRINK WHISKEY / NO MORE CLUTTER IN THE AIR / THE SMOKE FILLS THE BAR ROOM / AND WHITE NOISE FILLS THE CHAIRS / AND WHEN PEN MEETS PAPER / THE WORDS WILL STRUGGLE AND SLUR / MY VOICE BECOMES A
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Sterile Life
03:19
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WHITE SHEETS AND MATCHIN’ TEETH / TRIPLE DISTILLED / FROM MOUNTAIN AIRS THAT YOU CAN’T BREATHE / DISPOSABLE PARTICLES AND NO IMPURITIES / BLEACHED OUT ORGANS / TO PREVENT THE DISEASE / HAND SANITIZER AND KILL THE BEES / MAKE SURE TO BRUSH THREE TIMES AND LATHER RINSE REPEAT / KEEP THE BUTTERFLIES / BEHIND THE GLASS / IN AIR-TIGHT TUBES / AND THROW AWAY THE TRASH / OPEN UP YOUR MOUTH / EVER SO CAREFULLY / WATCH WHAT YOU BREATHE / WATCH WHAT YOU BELIEVE / THEY’RE ALL OVER YOU / SO SCRUB UNTIL YOU BLEED / UNDERNEATH CLEAN SKIN / YOU’RE CRAWLIN WITH DISEASE
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Lay Down
03:17
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The Desert
05:55
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HEADIN’ WEST / INTO THE SEA / OF SAND AND ROCKS AND LIZARD FOLK WHO NEED TO BE LEFT BE / THE LONG WIDE ROADS / AND WASTED TALENT IN THE WEST / FULL OF MISERABLE EAST COAST PIRATES / WHO DON’T KNOW HOW TO DANCE / I’M THINKIN’ CANNIBALS / OR MAYBE FLEAS / PUT THOSE UNMARKED CROSSES ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD / SCREAMIN’ JESUS COME DOWN AND SAVE ME / SIDEWAYS TRUCKS / WITH THE TOPS CUT OUT / WITH LITTLE TWISTERS / DRIED UP RIVERS / WAR HORSES AND THE DROUGHTS / BUT THOSE TUMBLE WEEDS JUST ROLL BACK AND FORTH / ’CAUSE THEY AIN’T GOT NOWHERE TO BE / AND AS I KEEP ON PASSIN’ BY / THEY’RE STILL SCREAMIN BACK AT ME / THERE’S BODIES BURIED IN THE DESERT / WE FIRE BULLETS INTO SIGNS / SO YOU BE CAREFUL NOW AND YOU BEST WATCH OUT / OR YOU’LL BE LIVIN’ SIX FEET UNDERGROUND / NEXT TO THAT RAILROAD CROSSIN’ SIGN / DRUNKEN DEMONS / DANCIN’ IN THE DUST / OH OUT HERE THEY SHOOT TO KILL / OPEN RIGHT UP IN THE FIELD / SCREAMIN’ YOU AIN’T ONE OF US / 855-FOR-TRUTH / IS WHAT THAT BILLBOARD SAID TO ME / FOLLOWED BY CREATION LIVES AND DARWIN DIED / ’CAUSE GOD SAID IT HAD TO BE / BUT THOSE TUMBLE WEEDS JUST ROLL BACK AND FORTH / ’CAUSE THEY AIN’T GOT NOWHERE TO BE / AND AS I KEEP ON PASSIN’ BY / THEY’RE STILL SCREAMIN’ BACK AT ME / COME BUILD A HOME OUT IN THE DESERT / AND FIRE BULLETS INTO SIGNS / YOU CAN LIVE DOWN HERE WITH THE LIZARD FOLK / BREATHE IN THE ASHES DUST AND SMOKE / THEN YOUR BODY CAN SHRIVEL UP AND DIE
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Meltdown
04:19
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MINOR MELTDOWNS IN MAJOR KEYS / HEADACHES RASHES AND HEART DISEASE / ANXIETY ATTACKS AND RHYTHMIC UPSETS / BUSY SIGNALS LOW BATTERIES AND EMPTY CHECKS / WEATHER IS WHITE AND WEDDINGS ARE FOR SAPS / YOU CAN STILL HEAR THE SUNRISE BETWEEN THE CRACKS / AUDIO WAVES VISUALLY IMPAIRED / SAY GOODBYE TOMORROW ‘CAUSE YOU’RE TOO SCARED
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The Other Half
03:18
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(AM I AWAKE) / THE SUN IS UP BUT THE SKIES GONNA FALL / EYES ARE OPEN BUT THE CLOCKS SPINNIN’ WRONG / THROAT IS CHOKIN’ WHILE MY TONGUE SINGS ALONG / SKIN IS CRAWLIN’ BUT I CAN’T SEEM TO MOVE / EYES ARE CLOSED BUT THEY’RE STARIN’ AT YOU / LEGS ARE SHAKIN’ WHILE THEY’RE STUCK IN THE WALLS / WHEN I CATCH MY BREATH MY HEART SKIPS A STONE / WHEN I MY SKIN PEELS BACK YOU KNOW THERE AIN’T NO BONES / (AM I AWAKE) / TEETH ARE GRINDIN’ BUT I’M SPITTIN’ OUT SAND / HEART IS POUNDIN’ BUT MY BLOOD’S IN A PAN / THE EARTH IS SHAKIN’ BUT I DON’T GIVE A DAMN / NAILS ARE SCRATCHIN’ BUT MY FINGERS WON’T MOVE / PORES ARE BLEEDIN’ BUT THEY’RE GROWIN’ CLOSED / SKIN IS SHEDDIN’ AND MY SCALES ARE COMIN’ THROUGH
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Repeater
06:05
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I CAN’T TELL ANYMORE / IF WHAT I HEAR IS REAL / AND THE MEMORIES YOU TELL ME / ARE THIN AND WHITE AND PALE / SMASHING GLASSES ON THE WALL / THAT EXPLODE INTO DUST / REBUILD THEMSELVES AROUND / A LACK OF SELF-TRUST / THE DREAMS ARE BLACK AND WHITE / WITH BOXES IN THE GROUND / AND THE WALKS THROUGH THE PARK / ARE WHITE NOISE AND STATIC CLOUDS / CHIME RHYMES / TWELVE TIMES / CHIME RHYMES / THIRTEEN TIMES / PULLING TEETH OUT OF MY JAW / THAT ARE NAILED INTO MY BRAIN / IS MY WAY OF LETTING YOU KNOW / THAT MY GUILT IS PICTURE FRAMED / DELUSIONS IN MY HEAD / ARE NOW LEAKING OUT MY EYES / CUT LOW AND BOILED DOWN TO / GLIMPSES AT MY SELF TOLD LIES / MY HEART IS BEATING FASTER / FARTHER AWAY FROM HOME / AND I CAN’T SEEM TO TELL / IF I’M ACHING OR IF I’M FULL
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Daydream Blues
03:44
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LUNGS ARE FEELIN’ HEAVY / GLASS IT AIN’T HALF FULL / WIND IS BLOWIN’ HARDER / SKY IS DARK AT NOON / WINTER JUST AIN’T WINTER / IT’S A BROKEN BOTTLE IN MY NECK / AND TIME IS PASSIN’ FASTER WITHOUT REGRETS / AS I’M SITTIN’ DOWNTOWN / WATCHIN’ PEOPLE PASS / HEARIN’ THE BLUES ON THE RADIO AGAIN / MY BACK IS FEELIN’ BROKEN EVERY TIME I STAND / MY HEAD IS A FEW MILLION MILES IN THE PAST / LEFT IN THE SUMMER STILL INHALING ALL THE DUST / THAT’S KICKED UP FROM A SHIT-STORM / FROM THOUGHTS I’VE LOST / AS I’M SITTIN’ DOWNTOWN WATCHIN’ PEOPLE CROSS / HEARIN’ THE BLUES ON THE RADIO AGAIN / MY TEETH ARE FALLIN’ OUT INTO HAILSTORM DRAINS / AS THE CITIES FLOOD / AND THE OCEANS DREAM / BACK INTO THE RIVERS / SKIES AND ACID SAND / THAT’S BROUGHT INTO MY EAR / LIKE A SIREN’S SIGH / AS I’M SITTIN’ DOWNTOWN WATCHIN’ PEOPLE CRY / HEARIN’ THE BLUES ON THE RADIO / OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN
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Howlin' at Myself
03:35
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I WAS WALKING / YOU WERE TALKING / I WAS FALLING THROUGH THE GROUND / SIDEWALK MOVING / CONCRETE PULLING / HANDS ARE MADE OF STONE / SUN IS SHININ’ / I AM SMILIN’ / AT SPIDERS SEEING LIGHT / SINKING FURTHER / DIGGING DEEPER / HOWLIN’ AT MYSELF / I SAT DOWN WHILE WANDERIN’ ROUND THE OPEN SIDE OF YOU / STITCHES RIPPING / SEAMS SICKENING / FROM YOUR POINT OF VIEW / SKY IS BURNING / I AM CRYING / AS SPIDERS COME OUTSIDE / SINKING FURTHER / DIGGING DEEPER / HOWLIN’ AT MYSELF / I CREPT OUT FROM THE SIDEWAYS SHELF / NAILED ON THE TOP OF THREE DEAD MEN / SQUEEZING THROUGH THE ROTTEN STENCH OF WHISKEY DAISIES SOAKED IN SKIN / THE SUN BURNT OUT / THE SKY IT CHOKED AS THE SPIDERS RAN AWAY / SINKING FURTHER / DIGGING DEEPER / HOWLIN’ AT MYSELF
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Half Lucid
04:21
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OH THESE DAYS / THEY ALL SEEM THE SAME / STILL WAITIN’ IN LINE AFTER ALL THESE YEARS / TRYIN’ TO TURN OFF MY BRAIN / CAUSE I’M SEEIN’ GHOSTS / EVERYWHERE I GO / AND THESE ROADS THEY MAKE ME SICK / WHEN THEY GO ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND / SO SLOW / AND I WANT TO SLEEP FOREVER OR NOT AT ALL / IN MY BRAIN / I’M A SMALL CHILD / OLD MAN WITH A CANE / WRITING OUT THESES SAD OLD PLOT POINTS / DAY BY DAY / KNOWIN’ IT WON’T BE OKAY / AND IN MY MIND / I’M PULLIN’ TEETH AND SWATTIN’ FLIES / WATCHIN’ FEARS TURN INTO YEARS / AS TIME PASSES BY OVER CLOSED EYES / AND I WANT TO SLEEP FOREVER OR NOT AT ALL / AND I WANT TO LIVE FOREVER OR NOT AT ALL
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Untitled Lives
03:40
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SCORCHED EARTH MOVES AS I GO DOWN THE LINE / THE KNIVES CLIMB HIGHER / SIDEWAYS SITS ON THE SIDE / A MILLION LITTLE THINGS NEXT TO A MESS OF SPILT WINE / A LONG WINTER LIFELINE SPLITS FROM GOD’S CHIMES / AS I’M PLAYIN JAZZ FOR THE LAYMEN / IN BETWEEN CUSHIONS UNTOUCHED / IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS NOTHIN’ / JUST EMPTY BREATHS AND SLEEPLESS NIGHTS / THE SKY SCREAMED OUT COME AND LAY ON THIS / THE RED RECTANGLES WERE QUIET AND SHIFTED / INTO WET PAINT AND THE SHAPES ALL HISSED / THAT I WAS BACKWARDS RAMBLIN’ IN SIDE A MIST / OF ANOTHER MILLION THINGS / THAT CAN’T SEEM TO GO / TO THE END OF THE CIRCLE / AND INTO THE WAY DOWN LOW
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