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Half Wave
03:39
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Uh
Feelin’ exhausted again
Wasn’t ready for this again
Desire for normalcy
The need to forget
We’re all trapped in passive inertia
We’re all chasing happiness
It’s all so fleeting
Give up on perfection!
Give up on perfection! (x2)
Some say the one you love
Is who you disappoint most and
It’s easier done than said
There’s no selfish form of love
Ha!
But sometimes dead is better
Beginnings and endings in Irving Square Park
I’m so sick of all this ludicrous shit I’m done with it!
Give up on perfection
Can’t find perfection anywhere
Give up on perfection
Dare you to find perfection
I’d like to think I don’t need nobody
And I’d like to think I could have some standards
But here we go, riding this wave again
(repeat a million times until the track destroys itself)
Ride this wave, again, again
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2. |
Waiting
04:16
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My hands are older,
Older than the rest of me
Oscillate between
Instability and normalcy
Winter’s in my hands
Stagnant, no hope or warmth
Hands will linger on
Skin from a naked neck
Can you feel it, can you feel it, won’t you
Can you feel it, the hunger running through your veins
Can you feel it, can you feel it, won’t you
Won’t stop it, this need for something more
The city’s not mine
New York’s a tease for freedom
This quiet confidence
Is arrested by your stare
Solemn solitude
Creativity and loneliness
My hands want it all
And they’re sick of waiting
Can you feel it, can you feel it, won’t you
Can you feel it, the hunger running through your veins
Can you feel it, can you feel it, won’t you
Won’t stop it, this need for something more
And I know
It’s a let down, it’s a let down
And I know, it’s a let down when I come around
And I know, it’s a let down, it’s a let down
And I know, it’s a let down, when I come around
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3. |
Industry
04:19
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Warm Coca-cola in Dixie Cups
But my body’s cold and numb
Step in the shower and see
If my skin’s still foreign to me
The air is humid and I'm
screaming for attention
Walk down 28th to feel right again
Flower District biding my time again
Pander to me
Tell me just who I am
Immortalize me in Mod Podge
Immortalize me in sin
My tombstone reads so clearly
“Here Lies The Next Big Thing”
Buyin’ up all my time, and I..
The industry knows me
Still feelin’ empty
Buy me, buy me up
Buyin’ up all my time, and I..
The industry knows me
Still feelin’ empty
Buy me, buy me up!
Feel like those mystery liquids
You find on New York City streets
Unnamed and walked all over
Steady stilettos walk all over me
Pander to me
Tell me just who I am
Pander to me
Tell me just who I am
Millennial pink, gluten-free
It’s not a lack of interest
It’s a lack of obsession
The temptation makes you look ugly
Buyin’ up all my time, and I..
The industry knows me
Still feelin’ empty
Buy me, buy me up!
(x4)
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4. |
Thick as Glue
03:03
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Young woman,
Idolizing,
Heroic Men
Singin' bout heroin.
Tried to keep it cool,
Now it's my turn too.
Who you think you're looking up to?
Oooh
Ephermal
Who do ya think you're looking up to
With that I don't give a fuck attitude?
Write a song for me,
Pose for the camera please,
Skin thick as glue,
but leather looks better!
Oooh
Ephermal
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5. |
Daleko
05:20
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Czasami myśle, że
nie wiem nic o twoim życiu
I tak samo ty o moim
Powiedzieć
Kocham ciebie to smutna rutyna
Wiem że czekasz tam na Rumianej
Ale Malutka ma życie tutaj w Stanach
Jak ja mam poznać ciebie
Jak jesteś tak daleko?
Let’s catch up soon
It’s been too long
Far away, Daleko
Let’s catch up soon
Let’s get a drink
Far away, Daleko
Let’s catch up soon
It’s been too long
Far away, Daleko
Odległość, czas, tęsknota, zapomnienie
Taki jest człowiek,
że musi iść do przodu
Złamane serce,
a za chwile zapomnienie
Dlaczego odległość
nas zawsze musi dzielić?
Codzienny czas, codzienna rutyna
I o tobie już tak często nie myśle
I ty o mnie
Tak często nie myślisz
I ty o mnie
Tak często nie myślisz
Let’s catch up soon
It’s been too long
Far away, Daleko
Let’s catch up soon
Let’s get a drink
Far away, Daleko
Let’s catch up soon
It’s been too long
Far away, Daleko
Daleko
How can I know you
How can I miss you
How can I love you
When you’re so far away
Jesteśmy tak daleko
Jesteśmy tak daleko
We’re so far away
We’re so far away
Jesteśmy tak daleko
Jesteśmy tak daleko
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6. |
Poor You
03:01
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Can’t go to Harvard
Kicked out of your band
Now you think god’s eating out of your hand
All you are is what you hate and
You know so much about me
Teach me something, wise old boy
Give me answers
Tell me lies
Speak the loudest
so no one doubts you
You’re more dangerous than you know
If you’re so smart
think you’d get away
You’re just unlucky
You’re just unlucky
No consequences
No boundaries
Make an example out of you!
Poor you!
Riding the pretense
of the life you led
What’s the score?
That’s the price you kept
Raise your voice
to gain some trust
But you’re part of the problem
Low-brow artist
Oh so modern
Ramble on,
Find your audience
How can you act like you know it all
When you know nothing about me
If you’re so smart
think you’d get away
You’re just unlucky
You’re just unlucky
No consequences
No boundaries
They’ll make an example out of you!
Poor you!
I wanna know so much about you
You don’t know
You think you know so much about me
You wanna know so much about me
Nothing ‘bout
I wanna know nothing about you
You don’t know
So much about you!
Nothing about me!
Teach me something, wise old boy
Give me answers and tell me lies
Speak the loudest so no one doubts you
You’re more dangerous than you know
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7. |
Lonely Dog
03:36
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Chargin forward
when you know the stop is soon
And you know it will hurt you
Stopping if you have to, barely
Using his body
to remember another
What happens in the interim space
Between his heart and his mouth
I want you to be more than a lonely dog, yeah
Validate me loudly, support me kindly
I want you to be more than a lonely dog
Validate me loudly, support me kindly
There’s a secret in the fury
Winds try hard to find their voice
A pair of lonely headlights, pleading
Everything the light touches finds a glow
but my flesh
it stays the same
it stays the same
it stays the same
My heart sleeps at the foot of my bed
Panting, like a lonely dog
Fumbling and repeating
It crawls back through the night
Let me wander
Let me be here
Why won’t you be more
than a lonely dog?
I want you to be more than a lonely dog, yeah
Validate me loudly, support me kindly
I want you to be more than a lonely dog
Validate me loudly, support me kindly
Want you to be
want you to be
want you to be more than a lonely
want you to be more than a lonely
want you to be more than a lonely dog
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8. |
Human Again
02:08
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Like a dog I consume the world through my mouth
Anticipate nostalgia, don’t give a fuck
Dozing off, hinting the change
Stall and squirm cuz I, cuz I don’t wanna be awake
Don’t wanna be awake
Now a phantom seatbelt wrapped around my waist
My to-do list lives to see another day
Killing time at Anyway Cafe
I'm back and I, I don’t wanna be awake
Don’t wanna be awake
Separate emotion
and energy
Lash out at these feelings of home
Give in to entropy
A restless air, tempting sound
Stressed in a reverie
I think about it now and then
And try to feel human again
Cuz I don’t wanna be!
Don’t wanna be awake
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9. |
Critic's Eye
03:42
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You say it’s me
No ordinary responsibility
Another downfall
A martyr from the get go
So many questions
The papers and press
Obsessed with death
Romanticize, bastardize
The chance you never had
To follow the critic’s eye (x2)
outrageous, pharmacy pros
we lived the life of raw rock’n’roll
dateline NBC
What is it that you want to accuse me?
of conspiracy...
said I was twisted and cruel
But isn’t that just what you
Would expect a jealous lover to do
The chance you never had
To follow the critic’s eye (x2)
One wild night, unraveled girl
fighting inner demons
a personal war…
keep on digging
keep on digging
keep on letting us watch from afar
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10. |
No Hands
04:37
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I set out to invade my dreams
My hands in front of my eyes
If I get lost I have this compass
Connects the earth and sky
But it doesn’t give weight
To this passing train
And all the stops along the way
Halt my comprehension of pain
Grinding halt
Screeching stop
I can take my time for a little
Got time to kill
Quick steps backward,
Clocks ticking, bringing forth the heartbeat
Of this time, this life that
Never slows down but never really seems to start up
Broken, severed elements of past identities
Jokes that fell flat
Guiding me home
Past a faceless clock with no hands
Grinding halt
Screeching stop
I can take my time for a little
Got time to kill
Following no hands
No hands of time
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