1. |
One Too Many
04:17
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I live in a town
Where I have to work two jobs
Just to keep my house
That sits right on top
Of the house next door
I can hear my neighbors whisper
Through my paper-thin door
They hate me
I drive in a swarm of bees
Middle fingers for stingers
Always cocked and ready
Everybody's looking for any excuse
It's as if they're afraid they'll lose them
If they don't get used
And it's hard to let it get under my skin
But I do all that I can to keep from being sucked in
Because there's not too many people
There's just one too many a-holes
Getting the best of us
Messing things up for the rest of us
I live in a country
Where scratching backs
Has become our currency
And nobody feels any urgency
To move on from a culture
That makes royalty of vultures
Yet we act so disappointed
At the way things go
When we turn grown men into puppets
And then into scapegoats
And we've come to accept
That we must take what we get
And so we line up just like sheep
And eat what we're fed, but...
How many castles have to turn to dust
Before we realize that our leaders just don't care about us?
But still there's not too many people
There's just one too many a-holes
Getting the best of us
Messing things up for the rest of us
I lost my true love to a better cause
But she got locked in the gears
And trapped in the jaws
Her good intentions
Were nothing for the machine
Seems like it gets harder and harder
To keep your nose clean
Still, there's not too many people
There's just one too many a-holes
Getting the best of us
Messing things up for the rest of us
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2. |
Trash Day
04:16
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It was so hot outside
That blinking hurt my eyes
You were no longer golden
But you weren't quite red
Your impatience growing
With each word I said
But despite the sweat on your brow
You needed to hear me somehow
Though, you wanted to get up and go
I wanted to stay
And you know how stubborn I get
When I've something to say
And I know this habit I've made of beating dead horses
Does nothing to help me convince you that I am for real
But I was not trying to beat you down
For the sake of beating you down
I just wanted you... to feel what I feel
Trash day has come and gone
And it's still piling up, but what can I do?
I've still got my fingers crossed
That the trash man will still come through
Cause all of this rubbish
Only reminds me of you
Now when it's so hot outside
That blinking hurts my eyes
I squint and off in the distance I see you standing
But it's just a mirage, a figment my heart is demanding
Yet there's some part of me
That wants to prepare a soliloquy
That will not only convince you
You've no choice but stay
But finally sway you
To see things my way
And I know that I never let you get a word in edgewise
And I'm sorry my outpourings put you through such an ordeal
But I was not trying to beat you down
For the sake of beating you down
And I still want you... to feel what I feel
Trash day has come and gone
And it's still piling up, but what can I do?
I've still got my fingers crossed
That the trash man will still come through
Cause all of this rubbish
Only reminds me of you
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This is from my point of view
I do what you want, you do what you do
Then you make checklists of what I put you through
Pass them out to our friends for review
You make the money, and I make the beds
You head off to Palm Springs, leave me for dead
You come back, feel guilty, take back what you said
We head off to bed, and then do it again
But it would be
It would be so easy
Easy for you
To make it easy on me
But you make it so hard
Why you wanna make it so hard?
This is us the way that I see it
You won't be happy until I'm depleted
It's not just how you cook it - it's how you eat it
If it goes down the wrong pipe it won't taste as sweet
You're all yang and no yin, all push and no pull
You keep piling it on even though my plate is full
How come you got the horns? I thought I was the bull
You can sharpen your shears, but I'm all out of wool
And it would be
It would be so easy
Easy for you
To make it easy on me
But you make it so hard
Why you wanna make it so hard?
I feel like an alarm clock
You're stirred by my chime
You slap the snooze button
To buy you some time
Then do it again
Return to your funk
Rationing peace
Into 10 minute chunks
But this could be
This could be the best day that you'll get
But you'll never know unless you get out of bed...
I speak from the heart, and I speak the truth
I got piles of evidence, mountains of proof
The seasons are fading, they're long in the tooth
Along with your beauty, along with your youth
Here in the wasteland of your frozen heart
My dreams have gone brittle - they're falling apart
You display domination, and you call it art
Your statistics support you, you brought your pie chart
But it would be
It would be so easy
Easy for you
To make it easy on me
But you make it so hard
Why you wanna make it so hard?
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4. |
Bodhi Tree
03:37
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Sittin' under my bodhi tree
The whole world sittin' next to me
Still there came no philosophy
To bridge the gap between us
So I looked to my left and I looked to my right
And still you weren't within my sites
And then the day turned into night
As I finished my meditations
So I went down yonder to my local mosque
There was a 7 foot man in a 2 foot box
I told him of you and your golden locks
And he said "she's out of your caste"
So I went to look at the sacred scrolls
To read about what they once told
But they were dusty and they were old
And gettin' on my nirvana
Heaven above, Hell below
Wherever you're goin', baby, I'll go
I say my prayers, I'd sell my soul
For a little of your sweet potato
I'd shave my head and play the tambourine
So I went to see chief Sitting Bull
To see what magic he could pull
And dance around his totem pole
But it only started raining
Then he offered me some peyote smoke
But all that did was make me choke
And when the storm it finally broke
I was still hallucinating
Heaven above, Hell below
Wherever you're goin', baby, I'll go
I say my prayers, I'd sell my soul
For a little of your sweet potato
I'd shave my head and play the tambourine
Then I went to Rome to see the Pope
Hopin' he could give me hope
I asked for his help; he said, "nope"
And told me to kiss his ring
So all alone, nothing to lose
I decided to go and see Tom Cruise...
Heaven above, Hell below
Wherever you're goin', baby, I'll go
I say my prayers, I'd sell my soul
For a little of your sweet potato
I'd shave my head and play the tambourine
Then I didn't know what to do
So I decided to have some faith in you
You said, "hey, you want an apple"
But baby, I ain't got no ribs
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5. |
Ah, Priscilla!
04:38
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I knew when you came down from the highlands
That I'd never be quite the same
And I spent many nights lying awake
Singing out songs in your name
So I'll do what I must do to have you
If that's what it takes, I will beg
Cause I've got some mighty fine whiskey
And you've got some mighty fine legs
Ah, Priscilla don't have me go lonely
Priscilla don't have me go dry
Priscilla, Priscilla, would it kill ya
To lay down with me tonight?
You'd be a picture of beauty
If beauty were doubly fair
And I feel it's only my duty
To see that I get my share
So let's both rid ourselves of these cretans
You've no time for these barroom twits
Plus, I've got some mighty fine whiskey
And you've got some mighty fine.....??
Ah, Priscilla don't have me go lonely
Priscilla don't have me go dry
Priscilla, Priscilla, would it kill ya
To lay down with me tonight?
I know you've known captains of industry
And you have been courted by kings
But I've something more satisfying
Than all of their fancypants things
So I hope that you'll walk by such suitors
Their hearts cracking as they watch you pass
Cause I've got some mighty fine whiskey
And you've got a mighty fine.....??
Ah, Priscilla don't have me go lonely
Priscilla don't have me go dry
Priscilla, Priscilla, would it kill ya
To lay down with me tonight?
Priscilla I've known you forever
And for your affections I've yearned
So won't you just throw and old bugger a bone
And I'll do the same in return
Let the naysayers say what they will say
Put it on me - I'll take the brunt
Cause I've got some mighty fine whiskey
And you've got a mighty fine....??
Ah, Priscilla don't have me go lonely
Priscilla don't have me go dry
Priscilla, Priscilla, would it kill ya
To lay down with me tonight?
Priscilla, Priscilla I know it don't thrill ya
Story of my life
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6. |
Hell
04:22
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I'm standing by myself
Trying to figure out what to figure out
And as usual without you
And you can say that you're sincere
And tomorrow's another day
But somehow I can't help but doubt you
I have a song but nobody's heard it
I keep it all to myself
I'd play it for you, but you don't deserve it, okay?
I don't want to make you mad
But this didn't turn out like I planned
You say everything is gonna be alright
But I can tell
I'd call this hell
But it's not going that well
There's a constellation in the back of my brain somewhere
Though it's a been a long time since I've seen it shine
There's an invitation right in front of me
Don't know just where it leads, but I know it's mine
Here in my wishing well, where I go to drown my dreams
Watching them sinking away
I'm thinking of chasing them, rather than wasting them
If I did, what would you say?
I don't want to make you mad
But this didn't turn out like I planned
You say everything is gonna be alright
But I can tell
I'd call this hell
But it's not going that well
I wouldn't look for love if you gave me enough
I wouldn't ever let you down if you were down on your knees
Oh me oh my I wonder why I am that guy
I said I'd never become
Everybody needs a little sumpin' sumpin'
Everybody needs a little something sometimes
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7. |
Revelations
03:48
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8. |
Blackout
05:26
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Maybe there's something I should have told you
But you'll figure it out soon enough
Maybe you won't let it throw you
Maybe you'll just shrug it off
The open window in your room
TV pulsing with the moon
Your pillow soft beneath me
My consciousness escaped too soon
But I thought I heard you say
That you need me
But your blood takes what you give it
You pick your poison and you live and die with it
And I came to just in time to see you turn around
Another lover leaving
Another blackout
Maybe it's time to work me over
Get it all out of your system while you can
Maybe I should be taking notes
Or maybe we should both be making other plans
But laid out on the hood of your car
Flag-spangled stars rise and fall above me
And just as things were going dark
I thought I heard you say
That you love me
But your blood takes what you give it
You pick your poison and you live and die with it
And I came to just in time to see you turn around
Another lover leaving
Another blackout
Maybe I'm just no good
A fistful of flowers got me further than it should
Maybe I'm just misunderstood
Understand me
Understand me
Oh how I wish you would
But I'm the owner of this mess
And though I did my best to chase you away
Everything inside my chest
Beat to hear you say that you'd stay
But your blood takes what you give it
You pick your poison and you live and die with it
And I came to just in time to see you turn around
Another lover leaving
Another blackout
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9. |
Punch the Clock
02:48
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I know why the caged bird sings
He takes comfort in the fact
That he knows what every moment brings
Oh how fulfilling it must be
To avoid any surprises
And just wallow in predictability
Rather than lay awake and worry 'bout what happens next
I can sleep in peace knowing tomorrow's just what I expect
Punch the clock
Nine to five
Oh how I live to make that drive
Back and forth
To and fro
I have not been around the block
And yet I know that I was
Born to punch the clock
I set out on a quest for love to every corner of the world
But then that seemed like so much effort just to find a girl
So I stayed home instead - got married to my neighbor
She ain't pretty but I guess
She does her best with what God gave her
There's no passion and that's fine
Cause there's no drama and my breakfast
Is always right on time
Punch the clock
And at the end of the day
I come home to find my darling in the same seat
Sitting in the same way
Dinner at 5:30 and off to bed at 9
No more mysteries to unlock and that's just fine
Cause I was born to punch the clock
One day I went to a magic show I'd seen 100 times before
I know the act. I know the tricks. I know the guy that works the door
But I had not accounted for the lady in the 7th row
One breath of her perfume and I was sure I could not let it go
So then my system fell apart
I'm not sure about tomorrow
But today I know where I will start
Punch the clock in the face
Get off of the hamster wheel
Abandon all the plans I made
See the world
Drink some wine
Break off from the flock
Yes I believe it's time for me to punch the clock
Break its little arms off
And stick them in its gears
Fricassee the cuckoo
Over a couple beers
Reclaim all the time that
I have wasted all these years
And punch the clock
Punch the clock
I will break off from the flock
Yes I believe it's time for me to
Punch the clock
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10. |
Poison Pill
03:16
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You've broken me of mind and will
I cannot see a window sill
Forced upon me - a poison pill
Think I've had way more than just my fill
This isn't what I signed up for
I woke up rich but now I'm poor
I make my way toward the door
But you pull me back across the floor
You can take my hand and lead me through the dark
But just cause I'm on fire don't mean I'm looking for a spark
Just cause you shake it, babe
That don't make it a dance
And I got a dollar
Says you would not disagree
When you say dance
I expect you to dance with me
You and your friends you've got it all
A fancy car. A curtained wall
But in the daylight all your flaws
Are magnified - I see them all
My mind is clouded by your perfume
And by my beer
But despite all my confusion
There is still one thing that's clear
Just cause you shake it, babe
That don't make it a dance
And I got a dollar
Says you would not disagree
When you say dance
I expect you to dance with me
It's time for you to stop pretending I'm something that I'm not
We have no life, we have no love and this ain't our song
You've taken something good and then you took it way too far
What started out so right has ended up so wrong
Thinking 'bout it now, I guess I never had a chance
I have no virtue. You exist for guys like me
When you say dance, I know exactly what you mean
Yeah but...
Just cause you shake it, babe
That don't make it a dance
And I got a dollar
Says you would not disagree
When you say dance
I expect you to dance with me
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11. |
Watching You Twist Away
03:04
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I couldn't get her soon enough
Now you wish I would just disappear
Why you wanna push my buttons?
Why you gotta take things here?
You say you can't believe
The things I've done to you
But I'm just getting started
You'll be dust when I am through
I'm trying to evolve, but it takes so long
I try everything I know, still it goes so slow
I wish that I could tell you
It's not as bad as it seems
It's not as bad as it looks
Give you a reprieve
Give you what you deserve
Give you hope in me
Give you understanding
Give you clemency
I'm trying to evolve, but it takes so long
I try everything I know, still it goes so slow
The world turns around and robs us of the day
And I'm hanging from a cloud
Watching you twist away
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12. |
Nation of Two
05:34
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I always loved the ocean
So we pushed off from the shore
Our lives are in the salt wind now
The land is ours no more
We used to be so hopeful
That we'd turn it all around
We locked our arms together
And swore we'd take 'em down
But ain't it funny how the best laid plans
Are quickly cast aside
When your pockets are full of nothing
And your heart is full of pride
Calmer seas are in the past
The storms ahead, the die is cast
The tattered sail drips off the mast
We're still afloat
afloat, afloat, afloat
But my God, we're sinking fast
these shark infested waters
they do not compare
to the shark infested buildings
that line the streets back there
when the one thing that you're good at
makes you cry - then what's the use?
they'll use your tears to drown you
and your purse strings for a noose
so let them dig till their hands bleed
they'll still be in a hole
and no one can tell the difference between gallows and polls
Calmer seas are in the past
The storms ahead, the die is cast
The tattered sail drips off the mast
We're still afloat
afloat, afloat, afloat
But my God, we're sinking fast
And what can I say to you my dear
Who followed me to the brine
Who left so many broken
When she left them behind
You've never lost your faith in me
Even when I've lost me reason
For that you're everything I have
And you're all that I believe in
I'll follow my heart over the horizon
And when the water swallows our toes
With everything I have I'll pick you up
And never let you go
Press your lips against mine and I'll warm out the blue
As we go down together a nation of two
Calmer seas are in the past
The storms ahead, the die is cast
The tattered sail drips off the mast
We're still afloat
afloat, afloat, afloat
But my God, we're sinking fast
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13. |
One Too Many (Remix)
04:14
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Chris Ferguson California
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