1. |
Exit Sign Explicit
01:48
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Throwing knives, making a mess, drinking beer and dancing
To the beat of my tapping feet. I’m like a wild cock prancing
’round the stage in a rampage, free from the cage.
Turning the page, making minimum wage as the morning breaks,
my brain starting to ache, Why did I have to wake up,
I feel I’m gonna throw up
Way into the day, you know I feel the decay,
how my memory fails - I do not know what to say,
I try to remiss, but it’s all a thick mist
And I only get the gist of it, I’m beginning to get sick of it
Like a biblical scene, though portrayed through a meme,
the riders are comin’; an apocalyptical summoning
The night is falling like a stone; I’m tormented, being scorned
Shunned by the night owls, trapped behind closed doors
Thrown upon deserted shores,
fighting off in foreign wars
Shoplifting in random stores,
concerned o’er using too much force
I’m just like the next guy, looking for signs in the night sky,
Mars crashes into Venus, Hope Tellus hasn’t seen us.
Back in the night club, receiving a back rub
Ripping off a doorknob, ripping of the volume nub
Ripping off the Ripper, he’s in the corner jacking off to strippers.
I’m back to where I came from; got some advice? Let me have some!
I try to be honest – I’m wanted in Juárez
Where’s the exit? I’d really like to find it.
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2. |
Already there
03:26
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I’ll leave this place before it all comes crumbling down
And I won’t look back ‘til it has all been said and done
Until we meet again I am the mean son of a gun
That’ll hunt you down before the setting of the sun
I’ll stay equipped with my weapon by my side
Heading back for home where my friends used to hide
Along this weary road there are a few uncertainties
That I never will understand, so baby, help me please
Hand me one more whiskey and I’ll pour it down my wound
Heavy thoughts are more than I can bare
I know that it won’t set me in the right mood
It will only make me think that I’m am there
Already there
The fightin side of me will only drag me from the cold
It won’t make me think straight nor help me carry this heavy load
There may be a solution somewhere that hasn’t yet been told
But there are no clues to go on along this ragged road
The sun will keep on shining long after I am gone
I wish that I could say the same for this song
I’m feeling mighty haggard, though my face is looking well
Whether or not I’m feeling bad no one can tell
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The sparkle in her eyes had vanished
Along with her spiritual possessions
I don’t know you anymore
He told her with a grin
There’s only so much one can do
To make her head spin
Everything changes according to the wind
Even her innocent, yet disturbing sins
The mocking bird laughs at her
As she’s stumbling down the path
Which she has built upon
her mismanaged wrath
Esoteric woman of the night
She’s always wrong,
yet somehow always right
Her hands have weakened from years of distress
It’s more than just life itself that she’s learnt to detest
Even her archaic figured shadow in the dark
Can no longer set off a colorful spark
The movement of her sway, as she’s descending down the stairs
Towards her secret life of carnal affairs
Gives me a glimpse of whom she really is
Yet I’d drop dead if only she’d throw me a kiss
Her gentle approach to the mysteries of life
Seem both provocative and oh so hard to describe
Yet I’m struggling with words of a foreign tongue
Only so I can keep on singing this song
She doesn’t canonize any sort of God
Just like myself she looks at mud as mud
Doesn’t put labels on any worldly thing
She’d never consider waring a wedding ring
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4. |
Our Journey's Just Begun
04:43
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The color of your skin
Outshines the evening sky
You have a fire within
That no man can deny
I’d peel of your reflection
From the mirror into which you glance
If only I had the time
You’re so quick in your dance
You make poetry vibrate
At the uttering o fits words
I’d never pound on your gate
If I knew that it would hurt.
Your mystery is overwhelming
You’ll never cease to amaze.
T’was written in the bones
Of the entire human race.
Just like a picture
By Edgar Degas
Your elegant posture,
Like that of a star,
Tells us of a story
About a girl of great skill,
A girl bound for glory
A girl with great will
You make flowers blossom
You make the oceans sound
Let me lay at your bosom
And hear your heart pound
You’re as soft as an air
Heavenly sung
Come here, ma chere
Our journey’s just begun
Sweet child of bliss
Heed every call
And be sure not to miss
The greatest of them all.
It will rock you to sleep
And awake you reborn
The angels will weep
They’ll all blow their horn.
A union will come
To be my dear
The skies will drum
And the willows will shiver with fear
I just cannot wait
For us to be one.
The hour is late
Our journey’s just begun
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5. |
For Another Day
04:54
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You said that you were leaving
But that was a long time ago
The gifts that you’d been receiving
made it hard to let things go
We built our home in the great North East
Free to roam Where our troubles would matter least
Near to the sea Far from any settlement
We thought we both agreed
That this would do us best
Now the clouds are turning Into colors of grey
And we haven’t much left to say
Our troublesome minds are searching
For reasons to stay
But that’s left to say for another day
Months are passing, years are comin’
The forest thickens, roses are fading
Pendulum swings, hearts a-drumming
The waters rising, our house’s decaying
The screen door slamming
Against the door post
It’s all overwhelming
We never realized the cost
Of this lonesomeness
That we’re now enduring
You’ve put on your wedding dress
And my tuxedo, soon I’ll be wearing
The sea is an open room
with a big floor that sways
the ocean lies within our gaze
we’re descending into the gloom
and are gone with the touch of the waves
with nothing left to say for another day
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6. |
Junk Trunk Blues
02:59
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The screens glow weaker
The sun goes deeper
Pretend you’re a seeker
Throw down the keeper
Put on your glasses
Read Kafka's The Process
Throw all your dice and
Ride all your horses
Don’t get drunk,
Nor listen to punk
Mobilize your forces
And open up the junk trunk
Spit out your moist snuff
Avoid eating meatloaf
Pretend you’ve seen enough
Get over your bad cough
Show off your high heel
Shoes and their big bill
Make people around you feel
How it is to perform a kill
But don’t get drunk
Nor listen to funk
Get your feet upon the hill
and Open up the junk trunk
Listen to Nirvana
Convert to Buddhism
Try to reach Nirvana
Neglect all criticism
Trust your intuition
Have your Eurovision
Song contest visions
About your own admissions
But don’t get drunk,
Nor listen to punk
Handle all your addictions
And open up the junk trunk
Pour your liquor down the drain
It spurts back in your face
Enough for you to go insane
Your doc claims it’s a bad case
Treated by nurses
Stuck by needles
Exposed by curses
Listening to Beatles
Don’t get drunk
Nor sober as a hunk
The emblem on your shield
says Open up the junk trunk
The weather changes
The monkeys in your cages
Feel the storm rages
Never have for ages
You’re being blessed, finding Christ,
Regretting being circumcised,
Being born, paralyzed
Regretting being baptized
Don’t get drunk
Nor listen to junk
Get your feet upon the hill
and Open up the junk trunk
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7. |
Your New World Is Here
03:03
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Baby, take a look
See who’s knocking on my front door
Baby, take a look See if he’s been here before
Oh, I can not recall seeing him around
He can’t be from here
He ain’t the one
Just unlock the door, babe
You don’t need to treat him as your son
Bang your drum
Sing your song
The war has just begun
Baby, smell the air
Drink the water from your well
Baby, if you dare
Or maybe you’re not feeling too well
Oh, the tears you fell
Flooded our lands
Created a new ice age
Made God lose his hands
Around you people saying, bragging
How this was bound to come
Bang your drum
Sing your song
The war has just begun
On the other side of nowhere
Bombs are exploding
No one dares to go there
’cept those driven by fear
Here we’re singing deals
And silently applauding
No one know how it feels
To be aimed at by a gear
Drink your beer
Shed your tears
Your new world is here
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8. |
Mother of Fate
03:57
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I’ve come to lend a helping hand
You look like you’re in need of a friend
I’ve seen your face on the beaches, in the sand
You are mysterious to me
I’ve followed your tear stained path
I’ve seen you been consumed by wrath
Sometimes I wish we’d never even met
No one has baffled me like thee
You see, the bells are tolling yet again
A metallic sound of broken faith
A still-born baby is lying in the den
Of the poor, weak yet great
Mother of fate
I’ve traveled many miles
I’ve seen sorrow in many a-smile
I’ve broken one too many precious tile
On this roof of destiny
The walls are cracked, the beast alive
We’ve learned our best to manage to survive
Into the waters of control, I would dive
If it wasn’t such a vast sea
You see, the bells are tolling yet again
A metallic sound of broken faith
A still-born baby is lying in the den
Of the poor, weak yet great
Mother of fate
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9. |
The Blaze of the Thunder
03:26
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Countless times I’ve seen you die
On the brink of giving up with a last goodbye
Stop and listen to the children’s choir
The won’t sound the same when their youth expires
The neon lights are blinking
Down the avenue
The hobos stand around drinking
Not knowing what else to do.
It makes you wonder
Why the eye of the thunder
Has its gaze on you
You’re wondering how to make amends
With your inner demons causing suspense
Sometimes you’ve just go to take a chance
And live your life to the fullest
You’re going back working
After a gloomy holiday
In the darkness, someone’s lurking
Trying to steal your pay
It kind-a makes you wonder
Why the voice of the thunder
Has not much to say
Lighting dances to a storm of fire
Enough for anyone to lose their mind
Thor is smashing hard with his mighty hammer
A heavy wind howls through the lonely pines
You’ve left me a vacant lot
Where I can sit and slowly rot
I just cannot take another shot,
I’d buckle up if only I had the guts
The leaves of yesteryear
Have returned into dust
Yet, still year after year
I’m stuck with you as a ghost
It makes you wonder
Why the blaze of the thunder
Still flashes the most
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10. |
Wrap up my Heart
03:46
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A picture of guilt is hung on the wall
A mixture of colors that’ve sprung from my soul
I don’t need to tell you
what deed I have done
You know it within,
that I’ve done you wrong
The strokes of the paint brush
Applied so sublime
Were painted in a deadly rush
On my way into town
The hour draws near
in which we’ll depart
Com here, my dear,
and wrap up my heart
I’m sitting here waiting for time to get by
The silence is broken with an occasional sigh
Hanging behind me is a canvas of guilt
Put in a frame that my conscience has built
I saw you in my head
Last night when I was alone
Sleeping on our common bed
In our common home
You told me: dear,
let’s take it from the start
I replied alright, but first, wrap up my heart
Wrap up my heart and put in a sack
Mail it to Russia, or mail it to Iraq
Send it to the white house and maybe they’ll see
That my heart ain’t so white as they would want it to be
There’s an exhibition
Going on inside my mind
Where my premonitions
Are just running wild
Up until now I always thought I was smart
Now I know better, so, wrap up my heart
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11. |
Venlafaxine #305 & 403
03:13
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You've followed me since my adolecense
you've destroyed me and you've built me up again
Along the way I guess you've given me a few good lessons
but in all 'onesty, you are the worst of friends
I tried to see and understand the reason
for you to even ever bother me,
but all that I saw was signs of depression,
and I knew that would never set me free
I tried to be free from any distractions,
anything that could have an impact on my mind
If I'd cut my brain into a million little sections
still, there would be no answers to find
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12. |
Millennial Whoop
02:59
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I’ve made up my mind,
this time I’ll not lag behind
I will try to find
Another way out of here alive
Don’t you know that music’s
been dead since the eighties?
It’s remarkable that some good acts still made it
Let me hear you say it
The millennial whoop
The millennial whoop
The millennial whoop
How does it feel being duped?
This is way worse
Than selling your soul to the devil
The meaning of this verse
ain’t got no deep secrets to unravel
Don’t you know that lyrics are no longer profound?
The same old stories just comin’ around and around.
Now, let me hear that sound
The millennial whoop
There’s a place in the middle of a song
That still belong to the creative one’s
Where you change the song,
But not for long ‘cause everyone
Knows that it’ll soon go wrong
With the millennial whoop
The millennial whoop
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