1. |
Intro
01:49
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2. |
So Scared
02:37
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I've been feelin'
So Scared
You sent me reelin'
Unaware
You've got the rights to my story
Cuz you wrote it yourself
Then you went off to ghost-write
for someone else.
You told all your sisters
to go play my brain
Friends or Lovers
It's all the same
I've been feelin'
So Scared
You sent me reelin'
Unaware
Now you stole from
Tried to sell it back
With a bogus guarantee
That my heart was still intact.
You told all your sisters to go play me
All this false affection I can barely breathe
I've been feelin'
So Scared
You sent me reelin'
Unaware
You told all your sisters
To go take my name
Nuthin like a woman
To drive a man insane.
I've been feelin'
So Scared
You sent me reelin'
Unaware
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3. |
New Blues
01:52
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You, me, and our
On-going correspondence
You remember that movie,
The one with Henry Fonda?
And the Woman Who Couldn't See
And the Twelve Angry Men?
Still, I got more rage than all of them
Times ten.
<boom>
Goes my heart as it's
Woken from the dead, and
<boom>
Goes my world as it's
Released from my head
I was a lake in the morning
That's as smooth as glass.
I'm the bomb, underwater,
Goin' off with a blast.
And Alas, I'm nearly passed
T hat age of bitter volume.
Where illegitamate anti-sentiment
Were in the thoughts I followed, so
Wallow in the shallow
Depths of my restraint
It's a new me
And I got no complaints.
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4. |
Go Down
02:39
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i got this driving beat
because, man, that's all i know.
i like to stand in the wind
and let my long hair blow.
Maybe one day i'll go and get it cut, but
right now the goal is split ends to the butt.
Got a half-loaf
of banana bread
Think i'll have it with
some coffee instead
of some wine or some beer
or some milk or some tea.
A morning sweet treat
most definitely.
i go down
i go down
i go down inside
Deep depths of solitude
is where i hide
i go down
i go down
i go down inside
Skeletons of thought that
Find salvation in my mind.
Time for a warm up
one cup to go.
Makes me walk toe to heel
instead of heel to toe.
i don't know if it's warm out
i like to stay inside
In the deep depths of solitude
is where i hide.
i go down
i go down
i go down inside
Deep depths of solitude
is where i hide
i go down
i go down
i go down inside
Skeletons of thought that
Find salvation in my mind.
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5. |
Tickled
01:52
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I let myself get tickled
I fell for you
how you could you doubt
my love for you
My old man maybe fickle
and my Martin a Jew
I don't know shit about women
but don't tell me I don't love you
I gotchyo body on my mind
n the way that you flirt
r insert the perfect word
to make me feel like dirt
My beard is my podium
a perk is they call me 'sir'
I wanna git u alone
make you shaken not stirred
Cuz I got the rhythm
now you bring the blues
And get yerself up off yer ass
and get yerself a clue
Cuz if ya think it's me who ails ya
give that thinkin' the boot
I'm here fer the taking
aching on for you.
(c'mon)
Rhythm & Blues
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6. |
Gravity
01:03
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Let’s bottle Gravity
Then everything will be
Oh so
Heavy
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7. |
Modern World Blues
02:30
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Chillin’ on the grass
Chewin’ on a Big Mac
Coursin’ through my veins
Is the muthafuckin’ Prozac
Feelin’ bad
Now I’m feeling fine
I’m an addict
Though my drugs are prescribed
I got the Modern World Blues
(stress I guess)
Cel phone and a pager
With LCD display
My laptops up and runnin’
With a fax on the way
You don’t believe me
Then why don’t you place a fuckin’ bet
I’m the Big Kahuna, baby
On the muthafuckin’ Internet
I got the Modern World Blues
(stress I guess)
(stress I guess)
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8. |
Cook It (Instrumental)
01:19
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9. |
Headache
01:59
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I’m my own worst enemy
and my own best friend
Can’t you see
the conflict within
I want an open mind
and a fresh new start
The Sucker With an Open Ear
and too big-a heart
Nosehair-Headbang
Later I'll clip
Combustin’ together
on the full eclipse.
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10. |
Dekalb Skyline
02:31
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Who needs clouds
with a Byron silo?
Who needs a ruler
with a Dekalb skyline?
My,
My Venus de Milo.
Who needs some of yours
when I’ve got some of mine?
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11. |
Our First Date
02:54
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I go as low as the high wire
Spin and I grin, and I never tire
The paltry offer was no compensation
The language of Love is miscommunication
Now, maybe, baby, I should have checked it
That platinum bloom was pure polytechnic
Bump and grind in a parking lot
Wishin like hell it’ll never stop.
But
Guess what?
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12. |
Been Around the World
01:06
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I been around the world
I been a thousand times
I been around the world
I seen a lot of my kind.
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13. |
Monkey See Monkey Do
01:14
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Monkey See
Monkey Do
Fascinated with the
hostage situation in Peru
Dig my water
its near all of me
Out go the lies
and in with honesty
You think u got enough
to bump the chips back up
Marshmallow fluff
consistency of your stuff
Enough
Let me listen
let me weed out hate.
My thoughts are golden. Stop.
Now concentrate.
It’s the sound that I make
when my problems compound
Earth up to the sky
and back on down.
You think you got enough
to bump the chips back up
Marshmallow fluff
consistency of your stuff
Enough
(shit)
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14. |
San Fran Freestyle/Outro
01:30
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