1. |
I Concede The Point
04:45
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The image was so stunning:
You on 16th Street running with your pants down.
Your drunken knees so bloody
from your New Year’s concrete tumbling.
You kept shouting out, “Who’s your boy now?!?”
You made me laugh when things weren’t funny.
Guess I should have seen it coming:
Another friend goes down.
I’m no fucking dummy.
I can see that we’re all stumbling.
I missed your point, but now...
I can see the point now.
I concede the point now.
“Don’t laugh this is not...”
“Don’t laugh this is not funny.”(2x)
I concede the point now.
Who’s your boy now?
Do you think it’s about money?
Did you think I was that cunning?
Then you missed the point.
It’s just that I’m no fucking dummy.
“Don’t laugh this is not...”
“Don’t laugh this is not funny.”(2x)
Now I see - looking back - should have helped when I laughed.
Did it take me too long to admit I was wrong?
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2. |
Bully's Bliss
03:25
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I close my eyes, I can see her lips.
She turns her mouth into a fist
(I seek the bully’s bliss).
You think the violence is just a trend?
It could have been the only friend she had on hand...
You think that it doesn’t show?
I think that it’s so obvious...
Wipe clean the evidence,
they dust for fingerprints!
Thief he takes what he thinks is his
and let’s vandals smash the rest.
With sickles and hammers I must insist:
G-d is a socialist.
It could have been the only plan He had on hand...
You think that it doesn’t show?
I think that it’s so obvious...
You think that it doesn’t show but it does...
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3. |
By The Way...
03:10
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Dude drinks until he pukes.
So I throw his shoes up on the roof,
stole his car and gas card,
spun a “brodie” in his yard...
Just to wake the father!
Stacked the car at Griffith Park.
Then spinning and drunk and counting stars I tell myself,
“This is so obvious, out here there is no subtle proof or simple truth...”
Why do I even bother?
By the way... (4x)
1992, the 16th day of June...
You listened to me croon (having finished off the Boone’s)
“They Always Come in Twos,” my favorite Mascis tune.
Clothes spread around the room,
these endings come too soon...
By the way, I walked home and found out I am old now. (4x)
Never is it “right” or is it “wrong,” only how you dressed on the occasion...
I know what I should do:
Leave it up to you...
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4. |
Flee The Cloud Town
04:39
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Feel the pulling south? Flee the Cloud Town.
This vandal built a house, then burned it down...
Do you really need the cold? Well, do you?
All the friends have drowned: figure it out.
Dessert in the mouth, the sun is south...
Do you really need the cold? Do you?
Do you really want to know? Well, do you?
Here it's always clear.
Just so you know...
Here it's always clear.
Just so you know...
Feel the pulling south?
Flee the Cloud Town.
No one is around to burn it down...
Do you really need the cold? Do you?
Do you really want to know? Do you?
Here it's always clear.
Just so you know...
Here it's always clear.
Just so you know... (2x)
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5. |
Cut to Chase
02:57
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Let's cut to chase:
with all their expectations on me
I pulled up lame.
So now who'll finish up what is started?
Cut to chase...
Thought opportunity had knocked me off my feet?
Well here I stand still smiling, sparkling...
If they need to place blame now, it's me they can blame.
Let's cut to chase:
you didn't think I had it in me.
I'll make that change.
My shadow, a comet's tail: bright,
Cut to chase...
With all their expectations on me
I pulled up lame.
So now I'll finish up what is started.
If they need to place blame now, it's me they can blame.
I am always wide awake.
Unafraid to drop dead weight...
I am always wide awake.
Unafraid to cut to chase.
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6. |
Lisp
03:35
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I remember every word unsaid.
All blurry lips and slurring lisp,
the angry scent of short breaths.
I break this movie into frames,
then I close my eyes and make you go away...
The noise it drowns the pain out.
Immersed in static's buzz and howl,
the noise it drowns the names out.
They’re only fading faces to me now...
I remember every word untrue
Poison arrows fired at the son
They will come back to pierce you
You will get yours someday.
Can you close your eyes and make me go away?
The noise it drowns the pain out.
Immersed in static's buzz and howl,
the noise it drowns the names out.
They’re only fading faces to me now...
So where are you now?
Pages torn skillfully...
Heads turned so not to see...
Someday these hates may rest.
Some things I won’t ever forget.
All blurry lips and slurring lisp,
the angry scent of short breaths...
So where are you now?
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7. |
Golden, Disposable...
03:06
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Count your friends on your good hand.
This fistful of “almost, maybes” are on the way out.
Over and played out...
I’ve hung with those golden babies--
All fire, smoke and hair--you know, about to flame out.
Over and played out
I’m not afraid to say it: They’ve reached their peak
Disposable...
Count the punks on your bad hand
“Chump of the month club...” Babies getting paid now!
Over and played out!
I’ve heard all the golden, maybes...
The latest haircut is getting played out.
Over and played out!
AndI’m not afraid to say it: I say my peace.
Disposable next week...
You weren’t to say that to me,
You weren’t afraid to say that you don’t care...
So grab on tight with both hands,
Golden, disposable you’re on the way out.
Over and played out.
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8. |
Vandalized
03:53
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Eyes fixed and dilated...
Punch drunk with thoughts serrated... A turn into twist,
a twist into spin so tight, I stripped it out. I’m so spun I can taste it.
Idon’tknow whybutIstilcaryaroundme to this day the list of confused
hearts that I have vandalized.
Don’tneedthedatesandplaces.
C a n ’t th in k o f h o w I’d c h a n g e it.
A turn into twist,
a twist into spin too tight, like tourniquet. Maybe I should have waited?
Idon’tknow whybutIstilcaryaroundme to this day the list of confused
hearts that I have vandalized.
Idon’twanttoknow. Did I just waste their time? Idon’twanttoknow. Al lIknow iscrim e...
In dreams, I break the balls of my feet. Tapped some phone calls
made with cans and a string. Reconciled with the Philistine. Pleasedon’ttelmewhatitmeans.
Idon’twanttoknow. Did I just waste their time? Idon’twanttoknow. Al lIknow iscrim e...
Idon’tknow why but I do care.
The truth is a bullet in the face.
It is my own heart that I have vandalized.
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Driving, windows down with our arms out...
Winding forearm sine waves on the 5 South...
Cold as last chance,
wish I didn’t feel so empty-handed.
Four backs to back,
gladly taking everything for granted.
Freelance band hacks,
man we could really clear a room out.
Try to think back:
there was nothing stopping you from leaving.
Making it up as we’re going along ,
the shaking of hands and the breaking of falls.
The shittiest fish in the smallest of ponds
bites down with his tongue out...
Sad like slow dance,
wish it didn’t feel so heavy-handed.
Fucked at first glance:
splashes are ripples from a distance.
Was it so bad?
Still saving the box of stupid candids?
Try to think back:
there was nothing stopping you from leaving.
Making it up as we’re going along ,
the shaking of hands and the breaking of falls.
The shittiest fish in the smallest of ponds
bites down with his tongue out...
Driving, windows down with our arms out...
Winding forearm sine waves on the 5 South...
Never thought I ache for those moments.
Never thought I’d escape your performance.
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10. |
Spark and Flash
04:01
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SomewhereI’m drunkandtoasting, soon to slip into fuzzy regret. Somewherethere’sakiss that tastes likeacigareteandaBeck’s.
Sometimes I beg for reminders.
Som ething Iknow I’l lneverforget.
In the dark of my heart I long for spark and flash ofacarcrash...
We should have known better than to shine. We stare straight into the sun and
burn ourselves blind.
Somewherethere’satouchthat flirts between a slap and a pet. SomewhereI’vesparedandfalen, knuckles painting red the cement.
Sometimes I beg for reminders.
Som ething Iknow I’l lneverforget.
As real as the scars on my arm, Ilongforsparkandflashofacarcrash...
We should have known better than to shine. (the glare will blind)
We stare straight into the sun
and burn ourselves blind.
So far, so lame.
Too much, too late.
We should have known better than to shine. (the glare will blind)
We stare straight into the sun
and burn ourselves blind.
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I bet he hated to say that
his words landing like left jab.
I'll meet a hundred more like him: thin lips twisted in smug grin...
I bet she hated to say that
her voice piercing like pin stabs. Stung by a hundred more like her: always getting the "last word..."
Is that all I have to know?
If you're done, I'd like to go... (2x)
I bet you let it just "slip out..." Roman candle of your mouth. Fireworks unconvincing,
I just smile and feign listening...
Is that all I have to know?
If you're done, I'd like to go... (2x)
If it's the last thing I do,
I'm going to make them tell the truth:
"Everyone sings the same tune..."
Is that all I have to know?
If you're done, I'd like to go... (2x)
If you're done, I'd like to go...
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There was a time that I felt strong,
head down and crushing everything.
Now I feel like starting gun:
fired up, flash, noise, smoke and blank...
Ambition is gone...
There was a time that I longed
for the sky: young, thirsty satellite.
I see how far I've fallen short.
I’ve pencil marks inside my doorframe.
I know you hate the way I'm leaving things--
in pieces, incomplete.
But you can't change the way I feel these things:
nothing's good enough to keep...
It's like we're children and we're all chasing trash across this windy beach...
I know you hate the way I'm leaving things--
in pieces, incomplete.
But you can't change the way I feel these things:
nothing's good enough to keep...
We behave like children and we chase trash...
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Jarvik 7 (hidden track)
01:52
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Neighborly Los Angeles, California
Neighborly was a band with Tom Ackerman (Skiploader, Sunday's Best & The Kite-Eating Tree) and Bob Penn (Coco B's, The Jealous Sound & Raquet Club) based in LA circa 1998. Sonically it's "emo" Alternative Rock, a la early Foo Fighters meets Jimmy Eat World. ... more
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