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Time Loop
02:03
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Tell you what and I do not mind saying so
Living in this time loop's starting to get old
The walls have ears, at least they don't interrupt
The hills have eyes and the eyes are wising up
I won't sugar coat it things are pretty bad
This dystopia's the dumbest one we've ever had
But a year from today, we could all be in the same place
it isn't blood that binds us, it's the choices we have made
an open door, open arms, a potluck feast
it is hard-won but it's something close to peace
Turn the speakers up, yeah this one's a classic
sing of overthrowing all these conniving fascists
There's stars in daylight our eyes cannot detect
And I'm so full of feelings that I can't quite direct
I miss you all like I miss going outside
I love you like the storm cloud secretly loves sunshine
you're the sail and rudder, you are the peanut butter
no one does it better, yeah holds this mess together
Tell you what and I do not mind saying so
Living in this time loop's starting to get old
Living in this time loop's starting to get old
Living in this time loop's starting to get old...
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2. |
Prone Ranger
01:48
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Charisma is swell but perception's naught
at least I weave a spell before I get caught
Now that we've laid to rest our best-laid plan
Guess it's time to improvise, so “yes and”
Prone ranger, I'm not heedless of the danger
I just don't have a great head for lore
Prone ranger, thought this shit could not get stranger
but baby I've been wrong before
Broken glass and the smell of blood
hey why do you ask, my night is going good!
After you experience the fray enough
You begin to learn the art of rounding up
Prone ranger, keep your sad clothes on the hanger
I still think I could snap out of it
but prone ranger I'm not speaking out of anger
when I say the timing is shit
Should've checked for traps but I don't live in the past
no I live in the echo of the blast!
I live in the echo of the blast!
I live in the echo of the blast!
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3. |
Down Down Down
02:30
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Capo 3
[G] Could have been an [Em] accident
[C] and it probably [D] was
[G] the way that our eyes [Em] met
[C] the moment that our [D] hands touched
something [C] deep seemed to briefly [Em] unlock
for a [C] second I almost took [G] stock
but I already [D] know
I'll shove this [C] down, down, down,
where all the [Em] feelings go
I'll spin this [Am] round, round, round
til my [D] heartbeat has safely slowed
and it's [C] hard work dodging these [G] thoughts
while [Em] pretending that I'm [C] not
but I'l tamp em [D] low
watch the champ [C] go
[G] could be co[Em]incidence
[C] that's technically[D] true
[G] the Freudian slip and [Em] slide
[C] I've ridden since I [D] knew you
but we [C] all know Freud was [Em] a hack
so that's [C] enough looking at [G] that
'cause I already [D] know
I'll shove this [C] down, down, down,
where all the [Em] feelings go
I'll spin this [Am] round, round, round
til my [D] heartbeat has safely slowed
let our [C] friends all crack jokes 'bout the [G] Nile
I will [Em] simply sit here and [C] smile
not hearing a [D] word
not one inkling [C] stirred
and it [D] really can tucker you [Am]out
[Em] diverting your mind from some [C] uncertain routes
[D] to keep memories on the [Am] shelf
[Em] to twist like a pretzel to [G] not see yourself
when I already [D] know
I'll shove this [C] down, down, down,
where all the [Em] feelings go
I'll spin this [Am] round, round, round
til my [D] heartbeat has safely slowed
it would [C] be easier to come [G] out and—
sorry... [Em] what were we talking a[C] bout?
Add that to the [D] mound
then shove it all [C] down [G]
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It's too bad that I'll never write a song again
It's so sad that my creativity has reached an end
I've got nothing left to say
so pack it up, put it away
though it's too bad
it's too bad
I'll never taste the thrill of making stuff, no longer able
I should have based my whole identity on something stable
I can only look within
the light is getting pretty dim
though it's too bad
it's too bad
can't write a line
I think you will find
I'm really through
And it's true this time!
It wasn't true last time,
this time it's true!
It's too bad – but it's not the worst thing to transpire
it's so sad – but at least it's not an earthquake, plague, or fire
and I should feel blessed to sit
and not have to come up with shit
though it's not great
hey, hold on, wait—
it's too bad, though I thought I caught a tiny glimpse of wisdom
it's so sad that I'll never write a new song after this one
and though I love to sing
my brain's a pesky finite thing
though it's too bad
it's too bad
it's too bad
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5. |
Home, Or
02:16
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I've been a mercenary yes
been a thief of tenderness
I've been out here so damn long
I had no words for what I was
I let them fill the gaps because
I was so sure that I was wrong
Now I'm
home but does it fit
home but am I it?
home but do I count at
all?
home, is it a bluff?
home, am I enough?
home, can I unbuild this
wall?
And they say “let the labels be;
just live your life yeah fancy free”
oh but my fancy's gone so fast
Baby I'm a taxonomist
I need the language in my fist
I need to pin it under glass
So I'm home, to lay a claim
home, to use the name
home if I've earned the right
home, or maybe not
home, with caveats
turning like a satellite
And so I talk to others and
they tell me this is the homeland:
circling around and 'round
the only time I have no doubt
when fuckers try to force us out
in battle I can claim this ground
so it's home for me and you
home if you want it too
home, open every door
home, and then it's clear
home, so gather here
home, that's what home is for
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