1. |
Sit Pretty
03:34
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If I had a raw nerve left, I'd be beating my chest
Not just explaining up a storm
"I promise it makes sense"
But no one ever asks about the origins
They're too caught up in unoriginal sins
Walking bipedal through a wasteland of trends
And I need to get focused
And I need to get wise
But I can't get anything done around here
Until I steer clear of these vices and fears that I live with
Who am I kidding?
They'll probably commit me
The truth is they want me to learn how to stay and
Sit Pretty
I try to communicate well but it's too fucked up
There's too much to say and too much that I can't outrun
Like I got all these teeth and I'm grinding them
Wishing that someone out there wouldn't judge without listening
I try not to bite, but it's clear that there's something amiss
And I need to get focused
And I need to get wise
But I can't get anything done around here
Until I steer clear of these vices and fears that I live with
Who am I kidding?
They'll probably commit me
The truth is they want me to learn how to stay and
Sit Pretty
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2. |
Shopping Cart
02:34
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We were drinking and snorting and having our fun
It was stupid and pointless and mindless and dumb
And as the night ends, the worst part sinks in
You're feeling like a shopping cart that's been abandoned
Yeah, the basket is empty and it's freezing cold
The wheels don't work cause they have to be told
And you know we only do this cause we fear growing old
Woah
Everything is cruel and too unusual
Convictions fly past your broken window
And people only do the things that they know
So get used to it or you'll always be alone
Woah
Tried to let you live on all four creepy, crawly legs
Out of the muck and up into space
But you can't stand missing out on the fun
Now you know what they say about how dogs can't look up
So I wanted to wait, and then I kinda froze
I wanted to sell, and then I had to be sold
They say it make sense, but that's starting to get old
Woah
Everything is cruel and too unusual
Convictions fly past your broken window
And people only do the things that they know
So get used to it or you'll always be alone
Woah
Can you hear me?
Am I breaking up?
Woah
Everything is cruel and too unusual
Convictions fly past your broken window
And people only do the things that they know
So get used to it or you'll always be alone
Woah
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3. |
Mare Tranquillitatis
03:20
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A silver lining around an eclipse
You'll go blind trying to catch a glimpse
Avoid the void
There's only emptiness once you lose sentience
The scars from the chars have all gotten hard
There is a permanence
These wounds have all grown attuned to impending doom
My disappearance
A sinking feeling
Your skin could come peeling off from the sheer forces
We've hit the ceiling
And now we're reeling
Golfing on lunar courses
The Sea of Tranquillity is no place for humanity to bury all it's corpses
Some struggle to ascend
Some struggle to comprehend
Still others struggle just trying to pretend
Escape the fate of heaven or hell
Cutting circles every since I fell
I'm pulling pails from the gravity well
To show the dark matters
My scriptures in tatters
Illusions have shattered
Disciples have scattered
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4. |
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His girlfriend thinks he's paranoid
But he's just tired of the noise
Find out in Santa Fe
Looking for some work to do
Pull your weight, but it takes two
Killing time in Santa Fe
I've got these totems to show
You see?
Made from the artistic bone in my body
And if it's cursed then I guess I'll believe
In something outside of me
Obsess over the proper phrase
Another lifetime thrown away
Maybe it's different in Santa Fe
Living through your last great year
Make your plans, but let's be clear
You'll never make it to Santa Fe
I've got these totems to show
You see?
Made from the artistic bone in my body
And if it's cursed then I guess I'll believe
In something outside of me
Why couldn't the easy way work out?
Why couldn't we just escape?
Nobody mentioned the burnout
Compromises you make
Starting to feel like a sellout
Like this was all a mistake
Nothing to be to proud about
All your pretty art looks the same
I've got these totems to show
You see?
Made from the artistic bone in my body
And if it's cursed then I guess I'll believe
In something outside of me
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5. |
Shepherd
02:49
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Stumble toward Eden
The genesis of my downfall
I possessed the fruit of knowledge
Now I know nothing at all
I hope to meet the serpent
The eve of my destruction
Ever since you stole my ribs
I find it hard to function
He threw down his flaming sword and said,
"So, what's the plan?"
He said, "Son, if you're gonna fight divinity
Give up now
After all, you're just a man"
But what the fuck does an angel know about hell on Earth?
I gave all the beasts a name
You were the only one who could tell me mine
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6. |
Just a Liar
02:32
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You guide the way just like a torch
Stuck on the end of my mouth
I fly around in the dark wasting time
A lost moth
And when we gamble, no one sees that we are dirty thieves
If you don't understand, I'd recommend you fold your hand
Just a liar
Just a liar
Just a liar
They can't quit it
Just a liar
Just a liar
Just a liar
I know I am
You gotta keep something
For some people, all they want to do is sniff some glue
And the others, they just want to have those shiny shoes
Either way
It's all the same
And you know that is true
So push it down deeper
Now you know that you are doomed
Just a liar
Just a liar
Just a liar
They can't quit it
Just a liar
Just a liar
Just a liar
I know I am
You gotta keep something
Just five more minutes
I can quit it
I swear that I have tried
Just five more minutes
I can stand it
God knows all my life
Just five more minutes
Let me have this
I swear
One more night
Just five more minutes
I will end it
This is my last time
Just a liar
Just a liar
Just a liar
They can't quit it
Just a liar
Just a liar
Just a liar
I know I am
You gotta keep something
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7. |
Drinking for One
04:24
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Looking for rewards
Will settle for compliments
Show off your good form
That's money already spent
Tradition begs the question
The answers keep us full
And staring through our glasses
And waiting for the pull
It gets compulsive
Take no offense
I'm not some little boy anymore
I haven't been since learning there's no saving
My dirty soul
Woah-oh
Holding up the hosts
Can't get started without them
Skip the line back home
Cause you need the attention
So plant me a kiss
Or just plant me and go
Steal another sip
There's still truth that we don't know
It gets compulsive
Take no offense
I'm not some little boy anymore
I haven't been since learning there's no saving
My dirty soul
Woah-oh
Well I'm drinking for one
Or I'm not drinking at all
Tried to open my mind
I can only make it small
I got pretty bored
Now I'm boring too
Wanted something else
But nothing is new
Well I'm drinking for one
Or I'm not drinking at all
Tried to open my heart
I can only make it small
I got pretty bored
Now I'm boring too
Wanted something else
But nothing is new
So we go crazy
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Michael Garrity Chicago, Illinois
I live in Chicago and try to record as much as I can. I'll put it on this Web page when it's ready to go.
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