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Hiding
03:38
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If you search you’ll never find it
If you give up you’ll be blindsided
If you search you’ll never find it
If you give up you’ll be blindsided
Looking up at the cloudy silence
You resist the urge to fight it
To keep from going insane
To keep from throwing it all away
Don’t let them find out that you’re trying
You’ll wake the beast if you let the light in
Don’t try and hide one, they always find it, and what you got, they’ll take it away, they’ll take it away, they’ll take it away
Setting off the dreaded siren
People come running like to put the fire out
Took one to ruin it, how we were hiding
We’ll have to wait a long, long time again
I’d rather just go insane
Why don’t we just throw this all away
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Act Natural
05:03
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On the first day
After coming back home you brought your treasure to the morning’s light
But the sun’s rays
Sometimes reveal a little more than you expect to find
You knew it was OK
That everything would come to pass, would fall in line
You’ll have something they’ll take
You’ll make enough to buy some peace and joy and love and time
Every Sunday
An unlucky superhero’s tied to a post and stripped naked
But it’s hard to relate
To someone strong enough to stand up there & just take it
You got too much at stake
You’re selling door to door what they won’t make the same mistake with
They send you far, far away
You’re seeing visions of a coming devastation
You see fire, you see ashes
And you’re having a hard time
You see fire, you see ashes
And volcanoes and endless night
You see fire, you see ashes
You see fire, you see ashes
On the fourth day
You rolled that stone away and went out to find some old friends
But it was one too late
For anyone to call it victory over your darkness
They’d already learned how to say
No thanks, I’m really OK, I found my own way to solve it
But now it’s less of a pain
You’re allowed to lie when they all ask you about your gouged wrists
And you try to act natural
When they ask you why
Yeah you try to act casual
In the midst of that lie
Yeah you try to act natural
When they ask you why
And you try to act casual
In the midst of that lie
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Already Knew
03:12
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In the dark when you think you hear your name
They should know that this is an awful way
Say, “let’s talk in the daytime, we’ll work something out
Cause I’m tired and I don’t care what this is about”
The next night when they call on you the same
Just ignore it and it’ll drive them insane
Don’t get signed on to spew some uppercase truth
They’ll take all the credit when you say what you already knew
You’re in a new room trying to escape
But they always follow us to our new place
Yeah, they know this is usually the time that we falter
But you’ve read the fine print on all that they offer
You never said what they wanted you to say
It wasn’t “speak up” or “pack me up, send me away”
But once it was day you went down to the water
It looked like infinity and you knew not to bother
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Interpretation
03:59
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I think it might be real people
I think it might be real people in my dreams
‘Cause I could never make this up
‘Cause I could never make this up, these things I’ve seen
And I bet they know me better
Yeah they probably know me better, my reveries
Than the ones who think they do
Than the ones who think they do and tell me
It’s an awkward goodbye
When I start to wake up
It’s just one of those times
When I don’t know if I’ll see you again
They were in there tapping toes
They were in there tapping toes to the beat
‘Til you tried to read the room
And play something they could dance to, but then they leave
So you pulled out your sad number
And you played your sad number passionately
I don’t think they cared too much
I don’t think they cared too much about your worries
At the end of the night
When you start to pack up
It’s just one of those times
When you don’t know if anyone was really listening
Do you remember what they always said?
Do you remember what they always said about your gift of tongues
You’re manic, spewing God’s own word
And somebody hears you like they’re the only one
It’s how we’re gonna get out of this place
It’s how we’re gonna break free of this prison
I think that maybe I have
I think that maybe I have your interpretation
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You gotta wonder what are they hiding
Beamed from the city out here
Measurements from silver balloons
A smug, prideful veneer
When we turned on the television at my old house
Floating bodiless heads would appear
Powdered up through red green and blue
Don’t let those spirits in here
Those silver balloons
All that red green and blue
Those silver balloons
All that red green and blue
The words come out incendiary from my twisted mouth
But I try to be honest and fair
If your radio’s in tune
I think you’ll hear what I’m saying pretty clear
Down by the riverbend, just a little bit south
This one spot’s been blocked off for years
The county government’s lying to you
We’ve got wonderful mysteries to fear
They’re lying to you
Is your radio in tune?
They’re lying to you
Is your radio in tune?
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6. |
Wise
04:01
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Well I’ll be damned
It’s ‘cause I tried to understand
I got halfway up to that branch
Maybe I still can
Somehow be damned
They’ll put bamboo into my hands
They’re gonna bury me in sand
At God’s command
And falling trees in the woods-wise
I’m hoping to be surprised
To play back the tapes and hear an angel choir
But little seeds on the path-wise
Why can’t they just have more time?
Why can’t they just
We’ll all be damned
This time by sea, it’s not by land
We saw the arsonist’s hand
We knew we had no chance
It’s all part of the plan
This time they’re cutting me in half
To see who cries and who laughs
It was too hard to ask
And falling trees in the woods-wise
I’m hoping to be surprised
To play back the tapes and hear an angel choir
But little seeds on the path-wise
Why can’t we just have more time?
Why can’t we just have more time?
And burning trees in the woods-wise
I hope that you’re not surprised
To come back again and find it’s only briars
Yeah, sowing seeds among thorns-wise
Some grow into just that kind
Some grow into just that kind
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7. |
Spotted Elephant
04:40
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Oh my spotted elephant, who told you to take a shower in gasoline
You’re naked, gray, and wrinkled like the ones they’ve seen
I thought that I could fake it ’til they all believed
Fake it ’til they all believed
Oh my tangled insides, how’d you know to pull tight so I could hardly breathe
This feels just like it did when I was on my knees
And still trying to get a cold heart to believe
Get a cold heart to believe
Movie screen actor, take the glasses off this underconfident nerd
Reveal the glowing prom queen was inside her
That’s all is took to get ‘em all to realize
Get ‘em all to realize
Little screens hunched, let’s laugh off anybody trying to be true & kind
Thank God these algorithms say we should be fine
If we don’t even look each other in the eyes
Look each other in the eyes
Look each other in the eyes
Look each other in the eyes
Is it OK to keep dancing when I’m feeling phony
Just lucky to have the music and my feet below me
Is it OK to feel happy and still a little bit lonely
Just lucky to keep the bad things from killing me slowly
Every new normal will come and go
But the old surprises grow back the same
But that’s just the game, that’s just game
And all your searching will lead you home
So you find the tracks that lead far away
But that train goes teetering off the rails
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8. |
Tomatoes To Ketchup
02:50
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I’m tomatoes to ketchup, you’re grapes into wine
And after all this I’m not sure I get better with time
I’m abstractions to words, you’re the joke between the lines
And I could’ve used another word to get you across fine
Just like an oyster to pearl you never really speak your mind
But it’s no matter at the market, no matter on the dive
You’re bent down with your ear against the rails & ties
You hear nothing’s coming but you don’t cross to the other side
Feeling like an out of tune piano in a room hard to find
They just play you to make it sound like they don’t really mind
There’s your access to pasture, you see a ray of light
But you too scared to leave, so you stay in here for life
And you hold on to hope you get better with time
Yeah, you hold on to hope you get better with time
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9. |
Faults
02:50
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Tectonic yesterdays are shaking up tomorrows
And I don’t know if we’ll still be here
I don’t know if we’ll still be here
Maybe we’ll fly away while everything back home home’s laid low
And watch all that catastrophe
And watch all that catastrophe
‘Cause my faults are on display and something’s bound to happen soon
You’re asking me to just believe
You’re asking me to just believe
We’re not so far away
Just different sides of one ravine
But don’t look down from the bridge between
Don’t look down from the bridge between
If you feel it start to shake, no matter at what magnitude
Just hold on to some piece of me
Just hold on to some piece of me
You never know how long to wait
You never know what you’re gonna lose
And sometimes doubt the whole damn thing
You sometimes doubt the whole damn thing
Bookshelves and picture frames are falling down across the room
But we’ll have retrofitted carefully
Yeah, we’ll have retrofitted carefully
It’s hard to know quite what to say, it’s hard to know quite what to do
You’ve given me a song to sing
You’ve given me a song to sing
I never know quite what to say, I never know quite what to do
You’ve given me a song to sing
You’ve given me a song to sing
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10. |
Unicornic Octopist
03:52
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We’ve already got four
We’re half-way there
Just another horn
Sticking out of our hair
Always wanting more
Why do you still care
What you bargained for
Maybe if you were a millionaire
You’d still see the pegasus horse
Flying through the air
There’s no power, no force
That could put you up there
Deep down at your core
You know this isn’t fair
You take notes, you keep score
But you’ll always be scared
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