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1. |
A Total Mystery
01:48
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I went out last night
To blow off a little steam
Trying to forget how you and I blew up this dream
Staring down my glass
Confused by what I see
In the end you know my friend
That’s alright with me
Long may it be a total mystery
I woke up today
Face down in the sand
Trailer tears and dried up beers on the back of both my hands
Cleaned up at the line
Looked out into the sea
Standing here it’s pretty clear there’s nowhere left for me
Long may it be a total mystery
Looking through you yesterday
Thought I knew you
Thought you’d stay
Now there’s no one left to blame
But me
I don’t see the point
Living here this way
Down a beer and drown my fear out here beyond the waves
Can’t even get that right
‘Cause suddenly I see
Some muscle bound bleached blonde son of a beach en route to rescue me
Oh the misery!
Or is it comedy?
Long may it be a total mystery
A total mystery
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2. |
Drowned Angel
03:58
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The waiting worried moon
Craves a counterpart
In a world much darker than you faced
When you first appeared
Always gone too soon
Raves the broken heart
In an age of greed devoid of grace
Unnatural and weird
The Mississippi deep
Sweeping you away
Currently your absence doubles every day
Nightmare trampled sleep
Keeping them at bay
A full time job
No wonder then you didn’t stay
Drowned angel
Not of this time
Not of this plane
Drowned angel
One of a kind
Beauty and pain
Drowned angel
Dark aftermath lonely and sad
Drowned angel
A beautiful dream we didn’t even know we had
The waiting worried moon
Hanging in the sky
Whispers of forgotten words
A last goodbye
Always gone too soon
Before it even began
Off to see another place
Gone to feel another’s grace
Drowned angel
Not of this time
Not of this plane
Drowned angel
One of a kind
Beauty and pain
Drowned angel
Dark aftermath lonely and sad
Drowned angel
A beautiful dream we didn’t even know we had
The waiting worried moon
Craves a counterpart
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3. |
Found
02:31
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Don’t jam on the brake
Just take your foot off the gas
No need to be fake
No need to be crass
Be true and be real
Don’t doubt what you feel
That’s the best way to deal
Watching the wheels go around
This is what I’ve found
Now here’s some more advice
You can take it with a grain
Just try to be nice
‘Cause everybody’s in pain
Be good and be kind
To your body and your mind
If you cross that line
You just might be inclined to go down
This is what I’ve found
Everybody gets lonely
Everybody is only trying to do
The best they can do
The best they can do
The best they can do
Don’t jam on the brake
Just take your foot off the gas
If you have too much cake baby
You’re gonna get a fat ass
Be good and be kind
To your body and your mind
If you cross that line
You just might be inclined to go down
Be true and be real
Don’t doubt what you feel
That’s the best way to deal
While you’re watching the wheels go around
This is what I’ve found
This is what I’ve found
This is what I’ve found
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4. |
Just As Well
03:43
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Weren’t we tied from birth?
Didn’t you ask me to dance?
Tell me what’s it worth?
This broken down romance
I’m of the opinion you don’t have a clue
I get the impression this doesn’t impress you
Already out the door
As far as I can tell
Although you wanted more
If this ain’t making love it’s just as well
I wonder what you saw when you laid eyes on me
I wonder what you hear in my melody
I wonder if you think this was ever worth your time
All these years holding on to what was never mine
It’s such a mystery
It’s heaven or it’s hell
Although there’s history
If this ain’t making love
If this ain’t making love it’s just as well
All these issues leave me nowhere
Don’t pretend that you ain’t got ‘em
If I even tried to go there
I’d drown before I ever reached the bottom
The bottom
Oh it’s sad you know
All this letting go
But even so my dear I’m letting go
Already out the door as far as I can tell
Although you wanted more
If this ain’t making love it’s just as well
It’s such a mystery
It’s heaven or it’s hell
Although there’s history
If this ain’t making love
If this ain’t making love
If this ain’t making love it’s just as well
Just as well
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5. |
Make Me No Funeral
03:16
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Make me no funeral
When I die
If you’re still alive and knew me well
Look up at the sky
Know I loved you so
Blow a kiss goodbye
And go make the most out of your day
Far too many graves all around
And not just in the ground
Make me no funeral
No eulogies
Lay me on the breeze so beautiful
Look into the trees
Know I loved you so
Grow your memories as you go
Make the most out of your stay
Far too many slaves on the earth
And not just in the dirt
Of everything there is to feel
Empathy’s a place to start
You may not be completely free
But you can be in your heart
And it can be so hard to deal
With this life we have to live
The only thing that’s ever real
Is the love we choose to give
Make me no funeral
When I die
If you’re still alive and knew me well
Look up at the sky
Know I loved you so
Blow a kiss goodbye
And go make the most out of your day
Far too many graves all around
And not just in the ground
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6. |
Music Of
03:37
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If you were the ocean
I’d drink deep and drown
If you were the mountain
I’d never come down
If you were the garden
I’d bathe in the dirt
If you were the rainstorm
I’d wash all this hurt away
Music of my life
Mother daughter wife
Music of my life
Rolling along now
A magical fuel
Flows through the song now
Burns really cool
To figure it out now
To see where to go
Never to doubt now
And always to know the play
Music of my life
Mother daughter wife
Music of my life
Music of my life
Mother daughter wife
Music of my life
Music of my life
Mother daughter wife
If you were the ocean
I’d drink deep and drown
If you were the mountain
I’d never come down
If you were the garden
I’d bathe in the dirt
If you were the rainstorm
I’d wash all this hurt away
Rolling along now
A magical fuel
Flows through the song now
Burns really cool
To figure it out now
To see where to go
Never to doubt now and always to know the play
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7. |
Peasant (Sung)
04:56
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A ghoul sits on a stool
Makes a rule fit for a fool
And so a tool cruelly makes off with your gold
Proud ‘cause he’s allowed
Legally endowed wrapped in a shroud
You bowed and thanked him loudly for his cold shoulder
A sheep asleep so deep
You keep doing as you’re told
After all it’s such a ball to be so utterly controlled
By forces you can’t see who whisper it’s your luxury
To be another in some bigger brother’s stranglehold
And it’s hard to be a king in the clothing of a peasant
Hard to see the future and be shackled in the present
Hard to be so clear when everything else so clearly isn’t
Oh Lord grant me safer passage
Oh Lord grant me safer passage
A pig he takes a swig he digs a fig and snaps a twig
He’s a bigwig on his rig and don’t forget it
You cry and think to lie but it’s his sty
Why even try when you can spy it in his eye you’re going to get it?
At 9 you wait in line to pay the fine and brave the swine
Because the crime is the design’s designed against you
It’s true it’s revenue
The royal screw no matter what you do
This crew don’t give a damn if they’ve incensed you
Hell they laugh because they’ve already dispensed with you
And it’s hard to be a king in the clothing of a peasant
Hard to see the future and be shackled in the present
Hard to be so clear when everything else so clearly isn’t
Oh Lord grant me safer passage
Oh Lord grant me safer passage
What else is there to say about the M-E-D-I-A
And the realities at play on television?
Of course we disagree but why can’t everybody see
That the obvious decree here is division?
Everyone I know’s at odds
An embarrassment of false gods
With celebrity and gossip now religion
This fake two party system just a twisted mechanism
That tricks us into thinking we’re assisting a decision
And it’s hard to be a king in the clothing of a peasant
Hard to see the future and be shackled in the present
Hard to be so clear when everything else so clearly isn’t
Oh Lord grant me safer passage
Oh Lord grant me safer passage
Oh Lord grant me safer passage
Oh Lord grant me safer passage
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8. |
The Right Key Out
03:55
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Tried to say it in a different way but the moon is still the moon
Tried to play it in a different way but the tune is still the tune
Trying to find me the right key out of this dark and lonely room
Maybe it’s already here
Let me out
Let me out into the driving rain
Let me out
Let me out so I can try and explain
Can’t escape this sinking feeling that all I’ve done is let you down
Locked door in an endless wall with no key to get me through
Broken window high above it all with no way to get the view
Couldn’t feel this open heart or that any kind of love was true
Man too wrapped up in fear
Let me out
Let me out into the driving rain
Let me out
Let me out so I can try and explain
What’s the use in all this thinking when all it does is get you down?
Down on yourself
There must be something else
Something else
Something else
Cell full of memories crouching in the dark
Fumbling a thousand keys on a chain of disregard
Trying to find me the right key out and I don’t know why it’s so hard
Maybe it’s already here
Let me out
Let me out into the driving rain
Let me out
Let me out so I can try and explain
What’s the use in all this drinking when all it does is let you drown?
Drown in yourself
I know there’s something else
Tried to say it in a different way but the moon is still the moon
Tried to play it in a different way but the tune is still the tune
Trying to find me the right key out and maybe it’s coming soon
Maybe it’s already here
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9. |
This Life
03:28
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Take your laughs where you can get ‘em
Make your love where you can make it
Place your bets where you can bet ‘em
Treasure waits if you can take it
Mind your risks where you see ‘em
Eat your biscuits where you bake ‘em
Every day it’s carpe diem
Leaves are falling better rake ‘em
‘Cause this life don’t owe you nothin’
Don’t guarantee you shit
If you put the work in and you’re lucky enough
You can make something good out of it
This life don’t owe you nothin’
This life don’t try to help
Whatever you want whatever you need
You gotta go get it yourself
Yeah you find out who your friends are
And you find out who they’re not
Most the time that depends on
What they have or haven’t got
Log your memories as you travel
May the road you’re on go so long
Not too full of holes or gravel
Either way be strong
‘Cause this life don’t owe you nothin’
Don’t guarantee you shit
If you put the work in and you’re lucky enough
You can make something good out of it
This life don’t owe you nothin’
This life don’t try to help
Whatever you want whatever you need
You gotta go get it yourself
You gotta go get it yourself
You gotta go get it yourself
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10. |
Trash
04:34
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Down on your knees with the fleas, the flies and roaches
Digging in the dumpster as the pickup line approaches
Five foot four of trash, two mountains busting out with fill
You say you won’t go back there but we all know you will
So much in a lather now, the drunken moment raw
Kitty cats all gather ‘round, they scratch and hiss and claw
Dish the dirt and spray the muddy water ‘cross your skin
It even gets you off to know the mess you’re waking up in
It’s trash and yet you like it
Trash and still you go there
Cheap and course and classless
Always heading nowhere
What the hell you’re doin’ man
I’m sure I’ll never know
Leading you to ruin man
It’s trash and still you go
Later at the party after Jager, shots and beer
Hear the slurring words about there ain’t none left in here
Her hand is in your pocket, finds the way to get some more
And even when she’s lied and pissed the bed, you try to score
It’s trash and yet you like it
Trash and still you go there
Cheap and course and classless
Always heading nowhere
What the hell you’re doin’ man
I’m sure I’ll never know
Leading you to ruin man
It’s trash and still you go
Down on your knees with the fleas, the flies and roaches
Digging in the dumpster as the pickup line approaches
Five foot four of trash, two mountains busting out with fill
You say you won’t go back there but we all know you will
It’s trash and yet you like it
Trash and still you go there
Cheap and course and classless
Always heading nowhere
What the hell you’re doin’ man
Someday she’s gonna know
Leading you to ruin man
It’s trash and still you go
It’s trash and yet you like it
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11. |
Westhampton
03:07
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Your mind is the sky but your daddy’s in flux
Mouth is just a sewer in the rented black tuxedo
Guy in a speedo running up and down the beach
Some things should obviously stay way out of reach
An infinite grasp upon nothing at all
Drink is going fast with your back against the wall
Every last bottle down the drainpipe of your throat
Give her full throttle while you still have the motorboat
Oh to be young
To be young again
Oh to be young
To be young and to get right down to it
Oh to be young
To be young again
Even if you could be
How much different would you do it?
How many people did he screw on the scheme?
How many millions were flushed into the pipe dream?
How many tears did he shed the day they caught him?
How many years you think all that stolen freedom bought him?
Nothing but a third wheel cramping up the fourth date
Some people don’t have a clue how to appreciate
Tired of these trivial exchanges over dinner
Dad is just a gangster and mom is just a gold digger
Oh to be young
To be young again
Oh to be young
To be young and to get right down to it
Oh to be young
To be young again
Even if you could be
How much different would you do it?
Oh to be young
To be young again
Oh to be young
To be young again
Oh to be young
To be young again
Even if you could be
How much different would you do it?
I hate to pour the salt
None of it’s your fault
But if you want the truth
Youth is wasted on the youth
I hate to pour the salt
None of it is your fault
But if you want the truth
Youth is wasted on the youth
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12. |
What I No Longer Am
03:53
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Elijah sings
Wisdom of youth
Blood of a saint
Grace of a sailor
You would think in my position I’d be jealous
But the truth is that I’m not
This life is made of what you have and what you haven’t got
And it’s ok
On a beautiful day
Hey I even found some kind of peace along the way
With what I no longer am
Or rather what I never really was
Sure it stings
Miss the parade
Messiah you ain’t
Trace of a failure
You would think in that condition I’d have wilted
But I stayed to write this song
You’re allowed to get it right but you’re supposed to get it wrong
And it’s ok
On a beautiful day
Hey I even found some kind of peace along the way
With what I no longer am
Or rather what I never really was
It’s ok to be ok with yourself
It’s ok to be ok with your life
Getting through the day is a triumph in itself
And even better getting through the night
It’s ok to be ok with yourself
It’s ok to be ok in your mind
The challenge is the way we treat the others who need help
And extra points for actually being kind
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