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Minor Leaguer
04:12
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Garden roamer
Coulda sworn I had the plot figured out
But this season’s over
Can barely keep my plants alive
Lost the keys to my hometown
One day I know
Won’t be able to call my old man on the phone
Veins stuck up like airwaves
Sorry for the times that I
Brushed off your advice
Sing me to bed
What the night had marked in red
A mama’s boy
Watching dad sports
I’ve been try’n since ‘94
T-T-Take me home
Nine-minute mile
Career minor leaguer forcing a smile
Once a promising ride
If it’s the end then at least we can say that we tried
Part-time showman
And a suitcase roam an empty carousel
Heading out to nowhere
Tryna fit but hit the curb
Don’t stop, the screen’s black
Sing me to bed
What the night had marked in red
A mama’s boy
Watching dad sports
I’ve been trying since ‘94
T-T-Take me home
Feeling Good
Nine-minute mile
Career minor leaguer forcing a smile
The boys dressed in blue
Are back on TV disappointing me too
Once a promising ride
If it’s the end then at least we can say that we tried
T-T-Take me home
Feeling Good
Another new season starts soon
Something sweet out of the blue
Take me home
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I didn’t wanna freak you out, freak you out
Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope
The honey croons on Crescent Street
This wine feels rather weak
The proof is on the pavement
And wire hung shoes
A life-vest breach, they decided
Sweet old intrigue, the shipwrecked dreams
Of modern kids
Are we too late?
I didn’t wanna freak you out, freak you out
Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope
But I was gonna stay home tonight
How could I?
Something wrong? Cause
We don’t need a John Wayne
To save the day
Throw your dated views away
The same unknowns we keep on chasing
Left foot, left foot racing
Our eyes close before the lens
Face you hear behind the scream
Are we too late?
I didn’t wanna freak you out, freak you out
Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope
Achilles Heel
And we all know the deal
Sick what it reveals
The same treatment as Bobby Seale
Just on newer wheels
Down on three-eight
But now are we too late?
A window seat
The government cheese
From some federal suite
Dry martinis on charming streets
But I was gonna stay home tonight
How could I?
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3. |
Common Motels
02:25
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Cartoon in conversation
Been trying to get in on the joke
Or maybe meditation
While sitting alone in my own smoke
Lunch break coffee tongue
Mental, misinformation
Believed everything I was in school, who knew
And insecurity
Such a jealous dude
With vanilla views
Oh, and everything to lose
We’re getting heavy
And it takes me to a place I hate to go again
But I’ll stop along the way at common motels
See me staring out the window just to stay away
From all of the words in my way
And it takes me to a place I hate to go again
But I’ll stop along the way at common motels
See me staring out the window just to stay awake
With all of the words in my way
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4. |
Headstones
04:52
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If this town makes you sick
Pack your pillow and your Soviet Sweater, digest the politics
It’s been hard to keep up with the headstones
Maybe it’s not what you wanted but you got what you see
Anticipating pinocchio moments just living on the screen
It’s just what it seems
Sorry, I tried to go the weekend dry
Spared my face the razor side
And packed the car tight
Caught me at a bad time
I leave it all outside
Certain kind of midnight
And then it’s all worse
I must admit, must admit I’ve been sitting more than I’ve been thinking
Write me back into the script
We need a hero but I’m wearing a cape I can’t fill
Sorry I, tried to go the weekend dry
Spared my face the razor side
And packed the car tight
Caught me at a bad time
I leave it all outside
Certain kind of midnight
And then it gets worse
Livid and lonely, don’t let it go down, what’s in a win for you
Skinheads and their revive
Free-for-all, rank and file
Spare me your pity, don’t let it go down
Keep shunning all the daylight
And trolling those threads
To give yourself a break
So if you don’t mind now
Let your fingers move along and do the talking
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5. |
Fishing With The Band
02:20
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Swing a hammer, train the dog that you misplaced
Sharpen those ice skates
Trek out to Japan
Fishing with the band
Harry’s on the phone again from Chicago
Tough act to follow
Bell Bottom headaches
Virtual birthdays
No one cares for guitars anymore
The lists came out
I suppose
Yesterday, it keeps on weaving in with doubt
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6. |
What's On Outside
04:49
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Knew a time when we could dream
There’s ancient grandads on the TV screen
Never one to close the blinds
But who can live up to what’s on outside?
Reexamine all the scars
Wrote you some words on a birthday card
Sweep it all under the rug
Try to talk just like the kids
Insufficient Babylon
Isn’t it hard to deal?
You wouldn’t want to waste your last meal
Playing the part you stream
Can it be as bad as it seems?
Here I go again
I fear I’m last year’s man
Been telling myself there’s no one here to save
No one home, Please behave
Are we alright again?
I shift with fingers crossed
A 404 Not Found look upon your face
Isn’t it hard to deal?
You wouldn’t want to waste your last meal
Playing the part you stream
Can it be as bad as it seems?
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7. |
New Years Resolution
01:19
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Promise to read all the books that you have lent me
Learning how to cook too
Find a new way to shed old versions of myself for you
You know what I’ve gone through
But enough of me you get the clue that I have reasons, one’s I don’t choose
When it’s all said and done
I’m not equipped to soundtrack the times
Won’t stop me from trying
So pardon the shift in tone
Heaven’s overcrowded
Maybe next year won’t be that much like this year
New year’s resolution
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If only
I could catch up to the person that I thought I would be
Getting used to the bad news
Cause by now
Thought I’d buy my mom a house or my dad a spaceship
So we could float around
See it from this view
Lift my head from the screen
And fix my posture too
Still can’t tie these shoes
Ran a mile to fall down
Before the finish
First to know but last to understand
Open your eyes, your eyes
Wish I had a theme
Something to keep me up at night
Sure I got a life I love
But it don’t feel like mine
Words I try dissolve
Before my tongue can reach the line
Words I can’t define
Been waiting
Wishing that the wheels of change would move a little quicker
Don’t mix up your faith with mine
In Philly
Khazi took a train downtown to hear me singing off key
Thought i’d be more than this
Crawling to the moon
To plant our flag in the scene
But I’ve been failing you
Scared to leave my room
In the prime of my life
And feeling finished
Open your eyes, your eyes
Wish I had a theme
Something to keep me up at night
Sure I got a life I love
But it don’t feel like mine
Words I try dissolve
Before my tongue can reach the line
Words that I don’t
Hear me out
Don’t hang your head down
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9. |
Gold Rabbit Coat
02:15
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Good friends cut your hair
You lost a job, you needed change
Grapes and tears, how bout
An afternoon red to save you
I’ll feed your foolish needs
Train those dreams again
Who’ll work and cook and raise the kids?
I need to change too
This cannot be all on you
But won’t you feed the fool
Gold Rabbit Coat
Give us sound advice
We’ll make it all right again
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10. |
Yesterday & '93
04:25
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Daily deliveries
I'll wait 'till I get bored
Signing for the box I see
Like the one Ma brought me
Yesterday and ‘93
An ego packed inside its bubble wrapping
What could I do with that?
Sitting here shamelessly
You gift like Robin Hood
Could it be a night for me
Sleeping on your luxury
And I confess, Morrisey
A charming man is what I thought I would be
But I’m still imitating
Franklin
Hey do you remember
I waited on Sundays
We hated December
You know that I wanted more
I know you’re exhausted all the time
A whole lotta waiting
For all that was coming
Franklin,
(Waiting for the waiting to end)
you move like Sinatra
(Set it down, saddle off)
Provide for the party
(The Life of the party)
I beg for the bell to ring ‘cause then we’re getting started
(Unlocked)
A whole lotta waiting
(Coming down)
For all that was coming
(Be there)
A whole lotta wondering
Daily deliveries
I’ll wait ‘till I get bored
Could it be the death of me
Job to keep you on your feet
Out-of-touch celebrity
Who gets the clue their run is surely over
We’re moving forward
Neighborhood memories are fading
Take me back home
Way back when
Packing it in and imitating
Waiting on my own
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