1. |
Can't Get It Out
03:09
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your mother left in the month of may
and you may recall
ripping out your hair
and pouring perfume down the sink
and throwing her new diamond ring out the window
your father left in the fourth grade
when he discovered that
he could fly a plane to the equator
and he made sure to return
with souvenirs just for you
and you put em in a box beneath your bed
my girlfriend, she’s so alive
well I don’t mean to be rude
but she’s like a pesky fly
buzzing round the room
around my head
can’t get it out
can’t get it out
you’re so downtrodden
that you’ve forgot how to sing along
well, let’s remind you how
just open your mouth and let it out
just let it out, just let it out
la da da da da da da da
la da da da da da da da
an earworm will have
the same effect as
the pesky fly
sneaking in your skull
and digging a hole inside your brain
just making a home for rainy days
but I tilt my head to the side and shake it out
[chorus]
what's the point in lying?
I'm telling you that I see double
but I tilt my head to the side
and shake it out
[chorus]
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2. |
My Every Breath
02:48
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too young to be doing what we're doing
but we're too young to care
it just feels right with you in the blue moonlight
what else could matter?
your spot-on impression of someone in love
had me convinced
you came into my life
at a time of heartache and depression
haven't felt that way since
but forever is not so long
I know, I know, I know, I know
that we can make it, yeah
your hand in mine
we'll withstand the test of time
time to go now
but I'll do anything to
keep my arms around you
I will stay true, I will
I will love you until death do us apart
and the leaves, they start
start to turn, start to shed
all your favorite shades of red
get carried away
can we talk about something real?
I never thought that I'd find
someone as cynical as I
in the night, I obsess
and in the night, well
I undress you with my mind
every time I close my eyes
you inhabit my every thought
my every breath
can we talk about something real?
the sky's reflection changes hue
all your favorite shades of blue
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3. |
Get Down
03:52
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how can I possibly help someone else
if I can't even stand to help myself
I'm praying for the end, and to make matters worse
it's been 12 years since I've been to church
people have something for them
people have something out there for them
but not me, no not me
I'm sitting at the keyboard, nothing's there
I'm sitting with my guitar, nothing's there
no nothing will come to me
and I need a little help before I can get down
"You're so uptight! What's wrong with you?
Why don't you get down?
Why don't you just get down?"
white walls, white plaster
soundproof disaster
a Yamaha, a Clavinova
I'm a Chevy Nova, I'm a supernova
I'm a superhero, Clark Kent
two-face, Harvey Dent
Harvey Danger, not sick, not well, but heaven-sent
evidence of god, evidence of fate
evidence you never get to love what you create
release to the bloodhounds
everyone's in love now
throwing me a party and they're eating all the cake
sometimes I feel as though
I might break down and go pop
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
pop filter don't do nothing if you're talking too close
and the children won't listen if they think that you're a joke
and the meds won't do nothing if you're numb to the dose
stay low, stay low
I'm so uptight, everybody says every night
that when the two clock hands
yeah they're both heading north
they can see that something heavy
starts to take it's course
there's a big, and there's a small
there's a summer, and there's a fall
there's a never-ending winter
unforgiving to the sinner
watch the shimmer of the flicker
but the light is getting dimmer
it's the rush, it's the violent trance
it's the "oh my god, what have I done to my hands?"
can't lie to the mirror as my mind is growing clearer
and my pulse starts to pound
I need, I need to get down
get down!
I don't love you, and I don't care
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4. |
Off and Away
04:04
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we’re off and away
a permanent holiday, my love
we’re up on the news
the most violet shade of blue
will share the room
with lucid anecdotes
"I saw them last week
sitting by Abernathy creek
looking composed
skipping rocks, throwing stones"
well, I was having the time of my life
I know you felt the same
we’ve planned this day
our grandest of escapes
my mother’s at work
my father’s aware, but not concerned
and your parents scream at each other
it’s unrelated to our recent disappearing
they don’t even know
we’ve planned this day
our grandest of escapes
rewind that movie back
and practice like that actress acted
like she'd never kissed a boy before
we’re just two indie kids
too indie to think indie is
appropriate enough of a word
you hate the scenes
you prayed for better company
well, here I am
here we are, let’s go
grab my hand and go
oh, we’re off and away
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