1. |
Salle D'Attente
02:18
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In the waiting room
worrying about Cancer
again
Exodus from the
world's worst dancer
a friend
Can't make out
the signs on the freeway
blinking
This spot's got me stuck
with little leeway
thinking
about
drinking again
Paper cuts
from the mob front
(got me) wondering
TV dinners in the truck
to myself I'm
mutterin
Feeling is returning
but just
a bit
Chicken with mutations
and yearning
still won't fit
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2. |
Are We All Alright
02:33
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are we all … are we all .. are we all
are we all alright?
aren't we all … aren't we all .. aren't we all
deer in headlights
lesser
confessor
depressor
detester
product-tester
has texture
of gesture
censured
lectures
catcher
hectare
vector
detector
reflector
protector
in every sector
outsmart
Dr. Lecter
are we all … are we all .. are we all
are we all alright?
aren't we all … aren't we all .. aren't we all
feelin' alright?
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3. |
Rant and Rave
02:00
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where's my adult tigger?
Lips cocked back, tongue on the trigger
Boots shift and lift, swing fit rifts
Phil Lesh picked the strings while memories sift
Out the man in the hat
from the one I call Dad
Blacken the day
I used to go mad
you rant and you rave and you fuss and you fret
and this is the thanks I get
Yer hidin in broad daylight
but I can't see you yet
rant and you rave and you fuss and you fret
and this is the thanks I get
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4. |
Man in My Head
03:19
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Man in my head
Man in my head
From the things he make me say
He must want me dead
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
He builds me up
Then makes me wanna cry
Kinda want to feel it (bet.)
Kinda want to feel it (help.)
Kinda want to feel it
For myself
Kinda want to think it (bet)
Kinda want to think it (help.)
Kinda want to think it
For myself.
Makin me pay
For the life he’s led
The foolish foolish foolish
Foolish man in my head.
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Kinda want to feel it (bet.)
Kinda want to feel it (help.)
Kinda want to feel it
For myself
Kinda want to think it (yes)
Kinda want to think it (help.)
Kinda want to think it
For myself.
Kinda want to be (bet)
Kinda want to be (yes)
Kinda want to be
All by myself.
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5. |
New Toy Throwback
02:25
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With the pinstripe suit
and the turned up nose
Telling me something
I don't know
with their lip service stew
everything but true
do what you can
to pull yourself through
She hit you with
the funk-master
flow-faster, arts-and-crafter
Master Blaster
A former board-waxer
you tax bastard
with the fees and the levees
like the team's lead tackler
H&R Block
can suck my @#$%
and when it comes to rock,
you know I just don't stop
On the walls and streets
from everywhere comes beats
parking lots, reservoirs
corners where we meet
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6. |
When Does The Crow
03:55
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I wish I knew there was a god
Then I'd been sent
power is the oldest tradition
just ask the government
Where the streets are my furniture
the rain clouds draw a bath
my compass keeps on spinning around
so much I just don't know where I'm at
The still kept busy in those waning years
with handshake bayonets
No dreamy edged ideas
broken to the street just yet
So when did you realize
Planes and buildings collide
and Ma Bell is a spy
when does the crow
turn and fly North
when does the greening seed
crack and grow forth
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7. |
Brother On the Rhine
03:28
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With a brother on the Rhine
my time is behind his
20/20 hindsight so fine Ms.
Sell the sizzle not the steak to the everyman
Hits me harder than a bark to the Son of Sam
Tap out, flaps out, map it out
from A to Z
tamp down, camp down, ramp down
is killin me
Family shut up like a frightened clam
bettin' we came from the promised land
Family shut up like a frightened clam
bettin' we came from the promised land
Got banks and the sharks
sub crime car flail out
Tail light's out, Third Rail's out
Bail Out.
Trying to remember what got me here
but the 'how' and the 'why' aren't exactly clear
much more than memories I miss
and yer sweetened kiss
What is one to do with the company you keep
what is it I'll do to set me free
Cuz I ain't a model of your citizenry
Come and cut me out of your fantasy
One shot and I'm more than half done
Doesn't make it any better with a half ton
pluggin in won't amplify
All drugged-out don't make it high
One day it'll come back down
All the false ink in this crooked town
On that day, it'll dawn on us
Should've gotten on that magic bus
So take steps necessary
does what's required of me
Takes slack and runs to the fight
wakes us all up in the middle of the night
and that's my kind of model of citizenry
Give some scrutiny to their villainry
all my days are numbered are dawning on me
all my days are numbered are dawning on me
all my days are numbered are dawning on me
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Thunder comes with the rain
with the lighting flash - bang
Dockermen go scampering
Get a gadget for it
Being happy off the grid
is strange to the flaccid
with the big car and plastic
get a pill for it
Left that mannequin nude
with yer bleached attitude
All righteous and rude
But get a deal on it
Ya read a map like a pro
cuz GPS lets you know
Bought some soul with that roll
and got a deal on it
Get a deal on it
Ya get a deal on it
Better deal on it.
The hollow swallows it up
spills forth from my cup
fight and never give up
even though it's never enough
Cuz it always comes rough
when the truth left in a huff
with my bite in a puff
when times getting tough
Reach a new altitude
beyond yer platitudes
with your mandible yapping
Get a guard for it
Don't work too hard for it
And get a deal on it
Better deal on it.
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9. |
Simpleton's Blues no. 17
04:10
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Jim's been popping pain pills
Gut just gone and got bust
911 cuz his wife's in Vegas
got a hole need stitching up
Sue's been hidden it real deep
in heap of shakes and tears
In the ER cuz she can't calm down
Shit with Bob's been building for years
Tom's still under the table
and the grudge ain't goin nowhere
Choose to walk or choose to run
but get the fuck up out your chair
Junior's got his swell on
got his labels and his ride
Sherrif got his eviction
running out of places to hide
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10. |
Klelz Belz
02:54
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staring at cardboard boxes
I'm staring at cardboard boxes
I will … I know … I will
I'm about to get up
I will … I know
I'm about to get up (yeah)
I'm not a taxi driver
I'm not your wife
I'm sick of the poor me routine, the scene
has to be more to life.
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12. |
The Stick Up
03:04
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Keep your hands up when you fight
I get my hands around your neck tonight
Give your hands a job or plight
I got ideas way deep into night
I'm gonna bronc n' buck
I'm gonna stick you up
I'm gonna suck you up
I'm gonna lick you up
I'm gonna make my luck
I'm gonna wake you up
I'm gonna get stuck up
I'm gonna muck that up
I'm gonna make my luck
I'm gonna hit you up
I'm gonna bronc n' buck
I'm gonna stick you up
I'm gonna suck you up
I'm gonna fuck you up
I'm gonna make my luck
I'm gonna lick you up
I'm gonna fight tonight
I ain't gonna waive no rights
I'm gonna fuck you up
I'm gonna suck you up
I'm gonna bronc n' buck
I'm gonna stick you up
I'm gonna make my luck
I'm gonna lick you up
I'm gonna wake you up
I'm gonna fuck you up
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13. |
Traveler (Newsongstress)
04:31
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Yer sound feeling downbeat
ring me on your telephone
you claim you come in millions of colors
I only see half-tone
I put yer mic to ear
hear three albums this year
I'd give you a life subscription
if you'd only come nearer to the source
and make a show of force
when the light's just right
you I take a picture of course
So come on oblique
from the top of the peak
where the air between you and me
is about to leak
out your pores and dykes
out your mouth for your rights
out your body tonight
across the spread of delights
I'm fending off forgotten
spending all of my cotton
I only got a twenty
but I'm thrift-store shoppin
A moth to light
I told you I would fight
until the morning for us
through the cold dark night
And the train still rolls
and the bells do toll
you can't escape your death
when your on his roll
so sound the alarm some sap is on a mission
getting all incensed when the slurs come a-slipping
the sick fiction of the diction that the bigot is addicted with
hand grenade in the mouth
I travel this city from North to South
I travel this city from North to South
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14. |
A New Telephone
03:02
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