1. |
The Mute And The Blind
03:58
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These are golden times for the mute and the blind,
there’s so much you can see and not say.
Oh, complying is king from the fashion magazines
to the trite avant-garde of the day.
When the weight of loss crushes everybody’s souls,
and the loss of weight becomes a death-wish trait.
Sci-fi nerds teaching lessons on despair
through rippling waves of bad conscience TV.
And the morning news stark intent on scaring you
as if you were not scared as hell as yet.
Golden times for neurotic market highs
dressed in drag as a fad for mental health.
Now the blaze of love is just a meager waning flame
and the last frontier has gone way beyond the charts.
In their AI dreams there’s no room for fun and games,
not a kiss, not a hug, not a fuck.
Oh, raise your voice, I will try to understand
with a level eye in the light of my mistakes.
But don’t you expect no trade-in, no guarantee;
I will die, you will die, everybody will die someday.
I will die, you will die, and that’s OK.
Let’s get drunk over the ever-turning tide
of random threats, silly rules and musty clowns.
Cooked unrest for the peoples of the west
to feel sorry about themselves if nothing else.
Now the goons been going deadly serious for so long
it will take more than woke to wake us up.
Either you’re out or you’re in, there is nothing in between,
just a void where the gamblers hide their cards.
Now the blaze of love is just a meager waning flame
and the last frontier has gone way beyond the charts.
In their AI dreams there’s no room for fun and games,
not a kiss, not a hug, not a fuck.
Oh, raise your voice, I will try to understand
with a level eye in the light of my mistakes.
But don’t you expect no trade-in, no guarantee;
I will die, you will die, everybody will die someday.
I will die, you will die, and that’s OK.
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I am changing as the weather, I’m a selfish little man.
I prop myself up on a feather, so I tend to move while standing still.
Oh, as time goes by I’m getting complicated,
I mean, I’m hard to please and hard to figure out.
I don’t care for trends, online success or retro culture,
I’m a one-guy -ism slowly going South.
This is too small a circus for so many clowns,
and still the biggest jokes go unnoticed.
I may not know my way yet, but I got the know-how.
Oh my, the harder they try, huh, the louder I laugh.
Hahaha, hahaha.
Hahaha, hahaha.
I could’ve done a lot of things a lot better,
I could’ve spent my summer break a lot better.
I could’ve drawn the masterplan a lot better,
I could’ve seen ‘em come at me a lot better.
I could’ve known where I was going a lot better,
I could’ve tried to speak my mind a lot better.
I could’ve done a lot of things a lot better,
I could’ve done a lot of things a lot better.
But this is too small a circus for so many clowns,
and still the biggest jokes go unnoticed.
I may not know my way yet, but I got the know-how.
Oh my, the harder they try, huh, the louder I laugh.
Hahaha, hahaha.
Hahaha, hahaha.
You just never had a choice but to make a weapon of yourself,
if it hurts their feelings it can only mean that something’s maybe not that well.
From where I stand le ciel est blanc and you’re the clouds over Manhattan
don’t get lost in your head, don’t get lost in details.
This is too small a circus for so many clowns,
and still the biggest jokes go unnoticed.
I may not know my way yet, but I got the know-how.
Oh my, the harder they try, huh, the louder I laugh.
Hahaha, hahaha.
Hahaha, hahaha.
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3. |
Devotion
03:37
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Every time I see you, you make me wanna sing
‘cause you’re the one, oh oh oh.
There’s nothing much to tell, it’s written on your DNA:
you’re the one, oh oh oh.
This is not only love, it’s devotion:
love’s just a tiny single drop down in this ocean.
To your summer there is no September,
you make me wanna rent a boat and start on our adventures.
But it’s 3:35 and I am watching the phone,
(It’s 3:35, watching the phone)
waiting for a call I know very well may never come.
(Wait for a call, may never come)
Somewhere down the line you must be awake too,
(Down along the line you might be awake)
I need to find a way to get the message through to you ‘cause
(I will find a way)
You’re the one, oh oh oh.
Mmm, you’re the one, oh oh oh.
You wanna swim in the Sun?
Well, you can ‘cause you are the one, oh oh oh.
You are the one.
Every day when you wake up, you thank God for the lost battles,
every little scar under your make up made you free.
I thank God for all the creatures, every one with special features.
Some of them quite interesting, but none like you, ooh ooh, ‘cause
You’re the one, oh oh oh.
Mmm, you’re the one, oh oh oh.
You wanna swim in the Sun?
Well, you can ‘cause you are the one, oh oh oh.
You can shoot at the moon, you can spit at the sun.
You can do what you please ‘cause, baby, you are the one.
You can shoot at the moon, you can spit at the sun.
You can do what you please ‘cause baby, you are the one.
Hey baby, you are the one.
You’re the one, oh oh oh.
Mmm, you’re the one, oh oh oh.
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4. |
Parking Lot
03:52
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Bob Dylan on the mall’s PA, crooning from the past
about the girl who ran away but never got too far.
Huge brown eyes, boho clothes,
she was slick but also a friend of Bob’s.
Lingerie on mannequins turns me on no more,
either I’m growing up or I’m growing old, might as well be a bit of both.
Now Bob Dylan’s in a loop, calling names and feeling sorry
about the girl who ran away and stole his shoes.
It gets awfully cold in this parking lot,
checking out my phone just in case you decide to call.
Dreaming’s cheap, it’s the waking up that’s hard
when you’re cold and alone and a little stoned in a parking lot.
Don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart.
I used to fret myself to death about the many days to come,
how am I supposed to pay the rent and then take you out for lunch.
In a world gone mad with passing time
I realized I was about to lose my mind.
Saturday’s not a good day for hanging out by yourself:
too many drinks, too many drunks, too many little birds.
We can find a better place or crash at each other’s couches,
we can make ourselves forget about the bad days.
It gets awfully cold in this parking lot,
checking out my phone just in case you decide to call.
Dreaming’s cheap, it’s the waking up that’s hard
when you’re just cold and alone and a little stoned in a parking lot.
It gets awfully cold in this parking lot,
checking out my phone just in case you decide to call.
Dreaming’s cheap, it’s the waking up that’s hard
when you’re just cold and alone and a little stoned in a parking lot.
Don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
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5. |
Hey Matisse
02:41
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You’re a queen, what is wrong with that?
Eat the cake, call the fools, have some fun.
You don’t need no one to say I love you,
you’ll just rise with the tide as soon as you have to.
Bring out your cookies and the dreams
you were saving for the future,
the future is not what it used to be.
Straighten your shoulders, you’re the queen,
don’t you worry about missing pieces,
you already have the whole damn thing.
Mmmm, mmmm.
Hey Matisse, give yourself some time
to figure out when the work is finally done.
If I just could make you see it’s beautiful,
but everybody’s blind to the things they love the most, babe.
Bring out your cookies and the dreams
you were saving for the future,
the future is not what it used to be.
Straighten your shoulders, you’re the queen,
don’t you worry about missing pieces,
you already have the whole damn thing.
Mmmm, mmmm.
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6. |
Not Hungry
03:57
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Things work out without really trying,
you don’t need to push so hard.
Everybody’s dying to please you,
why not let them try?
Now if you wanna go, go for broke babe,
and let the angels clean up the mess.
It is so empty it hurts, it’s so full that it spills;
no wonder it gets so hard to sell.
Go dancing in the pouring rain,
take your demons for a ride downtown.
Don’t let nobody cry your tears,
don’t let nobody block your sun.
Start thinking with your flesh and bones.
In the morning what is done is done,
don’t let nobody mend your ways,
don’t let nobody steal your heart.
Don’t let nobody fight your battles for you.
Now you kiss me once, I’m a beggar.
Hey, you kiss me twice and I’m a prince.
Hmmm, kiss me some more and I am crossing the fence
to where the greener grass is always green.
Hey, one step at a time we go climbing up the stairs.
What is this place we just found?
What is this feeling I got?
Why do you keep me hanging on by a string?
Go dancing in the pouring rain,
take your demons for a ride downtown.
Don’t let nobody cry your tears,
don’t let nobody block your sun.
Start thinking with your flesh and bones.
In the morning what is done is done,
don’t let nobody mend your ways,
don’t let nobody steal your heart
Don’t let nobody fight your battles for you.
Don’t let nobody fight your battles for you.
Don’t let nobody fight your battles for you.
Don’t let nobody fight your battles for you,
your battles for you.
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7. |
Inhale
03:28
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It was my fault in the first place,
I’m sorry it took me so long to realize
it was all my fault, it was all my fault.
Fuck the pain, I learnt a lot,
fuck the tears, I’m a better man.
But I don’t really give a damn
since I lost the only one,
that I ever wished to keep,
ever really loved.
I let a good girl down
‘cause I’m a selfish guy.
Didn’t get tired of me,
just got tired of crying.
I’m not proud about the fact
that it never crossed my mind
to say I’m sorry.
(Not that it changes anything, but I’m sorry).
There were days I thought I’d die,
in every eye I saw your eye.
You were beautiful and I was blind.
It takes some blows to make a man, alright.
The louder he talks, the harder they come.
I’m sorry I was so proud,
I’m sorry I could not see,
I’m sorry I didn’t know,
I’m sorry I made you leave.
I let a good girl down
‘cause I’m a selfish guy.
Didn’t get tired of me,
just got tired of crying.
I let a good girl down
‘cause I’m a selfish guy
Didn’t get tired of me,
just got tired of crying.
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8. |
Lover Lover
02:10
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I’ve had many lovers but just one love,
guess I was too young to know so I screwed it up.
Lover, lover, don’t give up on me,
now the day’s getting dark, I start to see.
The fortunes down the road didn’t mean that much,
the walls I did not climb just turned to dust.
Lover, lover, I grew up too soon,
feet on the ground, head on the moon.
Maybe I just love mirrors when they break,
maybe it’s easier to give away than it’s to take.
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9. |
The Real Top Of The Pops
03:03
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It is never cool to break somebody’s heart,
but mine’s already broken so it doesn’t really hurt.
You know I loved you so and perhaps I love you still.
Every time you touch me I can feel the old thrill.
Where did you learn that walk, babe, where did you get that smile?
You must have been rehearsing while I was out wasting my time.
Such a fool as I, such a humdinger girl like you,
storming through the stage and missing all our cues.
Remember rocking the place and never worrying too much,
together we could have been the real top of the pops.
Nobody did understand but we couldn’t care less, I guess.
I guess all it takes to bring it back to life
is a single night with her, a single night with her.
I never thought I’d see you wearing my shirts again,
feels like the house was haunted and you had never really left.
Yeah, it’s old and it’s new, same deft fingers more tattoos,
there must be something worth when we keep colliding like we do.
Now I don’t need a map to locate the tender spots,
I keep the one I stole when I got lost for the first time.
We were oh so cute as a stubborn ticking bomb
somebody had forgotten under the bed we were sleeping on.
Remember rocking the place and never worrying too much,
together we could have been the real top of the pops.
Nobody did understand but we couldn’t care less, I guess,
I guess all it takes to bring it back to life
is a single night with her, a single night with her.
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10. |
Shallow Waters
03:11
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I keep on walking down the same old streets
where every single sign reads ‘you and me’.
I’ve known love and I’ve heard the voices you would never chase.
You were something else and I got scared.
Became the thundercloud inside your head,
bringing lots of noise but not a drop of rain.
Like that time I told you sometimes it’s just cool to let it go
and I went mad because I knew I was wrong.
Yes, I went mad because I knew I was wrong.
We were the only nonbelievers who got to see the face of God,
making love by the shallow waters in the sun.
Oh, never been so happy as when I didn’t know I was happy,
swimming naked with your laughter ringing long after you were gone.
Now pretty laughing eyes got sick and tired of crying
so she went ahead and bought a new summer dress.
Just to think of you my love used to feel like dying,
still I’m trying.
Did I scare you away? Hey, did I put you off?
Context missing, there is no caption, just a picture,
a morning shower raining down on some misguided creature.
Out of focus like your daydreams when you meet me
in the morning, half awake and half awaiting.
We were the only nonbelievers who got to see the face of God,
making love by the shallow waters in the sun.
Oh, never been so happy as when I didn’t know I was happy,
swimming naked with your laughter ringing long after you were gone.
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11. |
Pointless
03:24
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They wake up and they’re already on their knees,
lips forever parted to say please.
They’re just a bunch of morons
eating up whatever bullshit they’re fed with.
Pointless like the title in a song,
no one really gets the lyrics, so let’s move on.
Where do they think they’re going,
waving arms and preaching good will to the walls?
And you can’t believe your eyes: they’re in control.
The wolves guiding the lambs on made up words.
For a tiny little while it was fun, but now it’s not.
A comedy’s just a drama in disguise,
sometimes you laugh so hard you can’t sleep at night.
When the palace becomes a circus,
clowns will take over the kingdom in a flash.
Little bird, it’s just insane how far we’ve come
in pretending we can’t see the missing lines.
Give up today, screw tomorrow
as the clowns beg, steal and borrow
and just go wild.
Now you can’t believe your eyes: they’re in control.
The wolves guiding the lambs on made up words.
For a tiny little while it was fun, but now it’s not.
For a little little while it was fun, but now it’s not.
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12. |
The Sweetest Thing
02:32
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Love’s a funny thing, it goes on and on.
Love’s no diamond ring, but it cuts through stone.
Love’s a heavy weight, it will drag you down
just to break the fall before you hit the ground.
What you got for me, now, what you got for me,
what you got for me, now, is the sweetest thing.
You smell like summer days basking in the sun,
your skin a tepid dream I dream with my hands.
People at the beach, they look beautiful
because of you, the cloudy sky gone bright and blue.
What you got for me, now, what you got for me,
what you got for me, now, is the sweetest thing.
What you got for me, now, what you got for me,
what you got for me, now, is the sweetest thing.
L-O-V-E, you’re meant just for me.
Every string of my heart, singing for thee.
L-O-V-E, you’re sweeter than wine,
your kisses make me a giggly child.
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