1. |
Stop Tonight
04:07
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STOP TONIGHT
Hey Baby, let's go out tonight.
The stars are surely shining somewhere.
And I've been cooped up in here all day.
You've been cooped up all day elsewhere.
All of this time,
I've been waiting for something
as if something was waiting for me.
All of this time
I've been putting my faith in
making believe.
But all my pitiful ways
Stop tonight.
Stop tonight.
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2. |
Mean Maybe
03:01
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MEAN MAYBE
Once in all my life I've been
so certain that I'm leaving.
I don't know anything,
but I'm pulling my strings.
Lately it seems, maybe
I don't need you.
That doesn't mean that
I don't love you.
Does that make me mean?
Maybe.
I don't need you.
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3. |
Love Stories
02:43
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LOVE STORIES
Before you get to the door,
to the fire,
before you get to the
middle of the ladder,
Come back,
Come back.
Before you're out in the yard,
like a liar,
Before you get to the fork
in the cul-de-sac,
Come back.
You say the world is the world,
And it writes no stories
that end in love
that end in love.
I'm still lost in your fire.
I still have desire.
Because the world's just a world,
and you can write your own stories.
I'm still in love.
I'm still in love.
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4. |
Young Men Of Promise
02:29
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YOUNG MEN OF PROMISE
Meeting you was like a car crash.
I'm a river, you're a raging sea.
Promise can only keep
promising for so long.
Dragged the stacks of mighty speakers
from one ocean to another shore.
Promise can only keep
promising for so long.
Rewriting with our destinations.
Pale riders on the road.
Like coals in a furnace wide open,
covered in snow.
Dragged the stacks of mighty speakers
from one ocean to another shore.
Promise can only keep
promising for so long.
Meeting you was like a car crash.
I'm a river, you're a raging sea.
Promise can only keep
promising for so long.
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5. |
The Ceiling
05:03
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THE CEILING
And the roof caves in.
Rain falls.
Prisms mist off the glass frames,
hung from papered walls.
Seated on flowered sofas,
bathing in their plastic covers.
Beds fill with water
in the bedrooms of lovers.
Sailing ships are sewn in pillows
by the hands of old grandmothers.
Schools of pianos practice scales
in clouds of bubbles.
Drown in it.
Holding my breath.
Drift away.
An hour older.
Drown again.
Let all my sin
wash away
like someone else's.
Like it all was a dream,
or a lie,
the ceiling.
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6. |
The Vanished Frontier
03:53
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THE VANISHED FRONTIER
"I am the leaves," lied a blown school bus tire.
"I am a tree," lied a burnt mobile home.
"I am a stream," lied a pool.
"I am the sky," a lie from an old fool.
What have I believed in?
How will I deceive me now?
This is the golden age of mankind.
Heaven's celestial rays shine on us.
All of our wars will end in truth.
Or maybe that's the old days.
Don't make 'em like they used to.
What have I believed in?
How will I deceive me now?
What have I believed in?
How will I deceive me now?
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7. |
Julian
03:04
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JULIAN
Jules, where you off to?
What has this sad world done to you?
Meet me outside,
in the soft rain
and streetlights,
and I'll remind you...
of your own advice.
Smoking on a park bench.
If we were there I'd kiss you.
But I guess those days are old
when you were never cold.
Julian.
Jules, where you off to?
How could a dark cloud set on you?
Warm as a summer sun
and better than most anyone.
Tell me,
what did I do?
Come on, Julian,
Let's record a song again.
Julian.
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FOR GIRLS WHO LOVE TO SING
All the gentleman
falling at your feet.
Would you break their hearts,
let them taste defeat?
How could you love a boy like,
How could you love a boy like me?
You're just too pretty.
Pretty girls who love to sing
in chorus lines along a lonely street
kick the shoes off their pretty feet.
I'd better find a girl
before I'm old and grey.
When I get like that,
would she even stay?
I'll remember him,
the boy in the bright red crown,
making all the pretties laugh by
putting everybody down.
How could you love a boy like,
how could you love a boy like me?
You're just too pretty.
Pretty girls who love to sing
in chorus lines along a lonely street
kick the shoes off their pretty feet.
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9. |
What's Out There
05:47
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WHAT'S OUT THERE
My summer in the snow-globe,
the world took off it's clothes.
Our blades were cut from grass
like shards of broken glass.
And if I found them all I'd know
the secrets of the past.
Perfect edges of our souls, and
where they go at last,
where they go at last.
Oh, to know once more.
Oh, to notice,
Oh, to notice!
Why should I care
what's out there?
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