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Asymptote
03:34
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more booze than blood in my veins
inches into miles I’m going insane
my head is empty, I’m acutely aware
of the lead-lined skull hiding under my hair
I’ve never been afraid of anything
least of all a little death
I hope I paint your portrait
as I draw my last breath
as I draw my last breath
you’re trespassing on my land
as I plot two points on a graph
blood pumping like the sand
in an endless hourglass
I’ve never been afraid of anything
least of all a little death
I hope I paint your portrait
as I draw my last breath
as I draw my last breath
I’ve never been a betting man
I’m a little too good at math
the dice shake in my hands
cutting the gap between us in half
I’ve never been afraid of anything
least of all a little death
I hope I paint your portrait
as I draw my last breath
I hope I sing your song
as I draw my last breath
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2. |
Lost in the Mail
03:58
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never met a hellhound I couldn’t tame
until I saw the devil in your smile
couldn’t stand to stay in paradise
until I found a state of denial
we must have been double-crossed
by the stars a dozen times
the lines on our palms spelling out poetry
in convoluted lines
they say distance makes the heart grow fonder
but the gulf between us was too big to fill
the lines that were meant to connect us
must have got lost in the mail
lost in the mail
our lives spiraled together
like highway four leaf clovers
dotting the plains in the same pattern
over and over and over
and even though those strip malls
look the same on both coasts
the plumes of smog rising heavenward
remind me more and more of ghosts
they say distance makes the heart grow fonder
but the gulf between us was too big to fill
the lines that were meant to connect us
must have got lost in the mail
lost in the mail
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3. |
Melody Monday
05:00
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she had communist lipstick and bourgeois shoes
eyelashes could give a rich man the blues
her mom’s credit card tucked into her sock
pouting and drinking a lemon drop
a twist of her hips told me she found the vein in my neck
I always knew she’d be my sweet little death
but I like the story better than the teller
so I walked right up and asked what she was selling
melody monday, melody monday
you’re my own greek tragedy
melody monday, melody monday
such a sweet first act to read
melody monday, melody monday
I was twisted I was wrecked
melody monday, melody monday
suddenly sad songs don’t make sense anymore
the way she said my name had me gasping for air
it was a suffocating space age love affair
it wasn’t long ’til the fire went out
she stole my records and skipped town
but she left her leather jacket at my house
there’s a letter in the pocket, I don’t know what it’s about
remember one thing and you’ll go far
never trust anyone who can spin a yarn
melody monday, melody monday
you’re my own greek tragedy
melody monday, melody monday
such a sweet first act to read
melody monday, melody monday
I was twisted I was wrecked
melody monday, melody monday
suddenly sad songs don’t make sense anymore
melody monday, melody monday
you’re my own greek tragedy
melody monday, melody monday
such a sweet first act to read
melody monday, melody monday
McCartney’s on the radio
melody monday, melody monday
suddenly sad songs don’t make sense anymore
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4. |
Beatles vs. Stones
03:27
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living clean and dry
makes it easy to seem well-spoken
if you dream easy dreams
your heart never, ever gets broken
but when you wear your heart on your sleeve
it’s an easy target
when you fall in love too easily
you’re always broken-hearted
it’s shame
there’s no in-between
either you’re the match
or the gasoline
when this world
won’t give you what you need
you can either let it be
or let it bleed
going out and dancing
is a great way to seem fun
if you try hard enough
you never gotta see the sun
but when you finally wake up
to that late afternoon light
you either sink into darkness
or let your soul ignite
it’s shame
there’s no in-between
either you’re the match
or the gasoline
when this world
won’t give you what you need
you can either let it be
or let it bleed
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5. |
Truth of the Matter
03:29
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I never knew the truth of the grey matter
until you walked in the door
clocks started melting
the trains ran on time, order was restored
celebrate in the streets
while a ticker tape parade plays on the news
lately all my dreams
carry a tinge of blue
I awake and see smoke curl around me and you
we’re going up in flames
burning the past away
it’s the truth of the matter
the truth of the matter
we call for revolution
a silver haze filtered through the streets
the presses stopped for a moment
northern lights over the mountaintop cast shadows in the trees
lately all my dreams
carry a tinge of blue
I awake and see smoke curl around me and you
we’re going up in flames
burning the past away
it’s the truth of the matter
the truth of the matter
I am a phantom limb
my nerves are a one way street
so won’t you come down from your window
I brought kerosene
lately all my dreams
carry a tinge of blue
I awake and see smoke curl around me and you
we’re going up in flames
burning the past away
it’s the truth of the matter
the truth of the matter
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