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Cannon (College)
02:09
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CANNON (COLLEGE)
classmates to the stars
incognito cars
kisses run aground
did i let you down?
ever bigger plans
drinking in the stands
smoke runs into town
did i let you down?
now i hide out from the coasts
a fair and friendly ghost
trying to map the sound
of letting you down
mapping out the sound
of letting you down
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THE SPOKESPERSON FOR WINTER
especially now
when those lines shape around the block
when those sweets send me into shock
when all that reminds me of is
shirtlessness and hopefulness so
i keep ‘em drawn all summer long
especially now
when those discs slip without a sound
when those cells start breaking down
and under such slow attacks no
artifacts could bring you back so
i keep ‘em drawn all summer long
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3. |
Bury the Lead
03:33
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BURY THE LEAD
sunlight burns through evening's pall
on foreclosed homes and dropped calls
a million of us funnel
by bicycle and tunnel
into our stacks of stalls
papers fold right up the street
papers fold literally
but what's tricky doesn't matter
we'll just cover it in batter
until it barely breathes
closing bells are no escape
from billboards giving me the shakes
it's just sodium and nitrates
so why can't i wait for a proper pace
you're begging me to bury the lead
run it now but bury the lead
well people aren't pixels
and words are more than whistles
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LISA PRUETT WILL HAVE HER REVENGE ON COVENTRY
oh the safety lights perching above
the loading docks and
the sea of faded lines
rimmed by the shops
all shuttered and still
it's a lonely island it's almost silent
and from the ashes
of her parents' smokes
she will rise, she will rise
casting shadows
across a dead food court
she will rise, she will rise
and eat us all and eat us whole
oh the dirty walks that wind around
the picnic tables
where all the crickets call
long after dusk
when we're not allowed here
the smell of petrol it's almost natural
and daubed in coppertone and clearasil
she will rise, she will rise
in a funnel cloud of sleeping pills
she will rise, she will rise
dressed in ticket stubs and cable bills
she will rise, she will rise
she will rise, she will rise
and eat us all and eat us whole
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COME FOR THE PEOPLE, STAY FOR THE BUILDINGS
you used to lay in parking lots
and feel for all the cracks
you used to throw divining rods
to see if they'd come back
with all of that incentive
for to while away your days
but it's not a reason to stay
and you need a reason to stay
you used to crawl the strip
until the stars sputtered out
you used to stare at buildings
with an open shirt and mouth
and there is still incentive
for to while away your days
but it's not a reason to stay
better find a reason to stay
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Do You See the Rifles?
01:36
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DO YOU SEE THE RIFLES?
do you see them?
close your eyes
do you see them?
spreading like fireflies
or a gadget's face aglow
with a mustache saying
hey there hello
you're required to blow
you should fire and follow us home
do you hear them?
through your hair
on the a.m.
they're underground and everywhere
they declare your memory loss
is as natural as a
natural cause
and you're standing in awe
but you might just be spotting the flaw
and you're suited up to sigh
does your skin still have the
nerve to surprise
and they're scoring the skies
and you're crossing your eyes again
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7. |
Exterior, House
01:31
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EXTERIOR, HOUSE
the music stabs like it's picking up litter
somebody's gone where they shouldn't have gone
they're out by the pool and they're picking at splinters
all the ink and the metal just drowns in the sun
when we return it's interior, closet
soaking in velvet down to the floor
with a carotene face and a serial fidget
she addresses directly that she wants it more
and i'm not sitting here to make any friends either
with the abyss of her raccoon eyes forlorn
i'm just waiting to watch her being born on camera
i just wanted to watch her being born
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COME FOR THE BUILDINGS, STAY FOR THE PEOPLE
you used to blast at anyone
you couldn't stand to lose
you used to do a lot of things
that maybe you still do
so enjoy your long weekend
with the models made of clay
but it's not a reason to stay
don't make a move just
concentrate
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THE DISGRACED POLITICIAN’S FORMER MISTRESS TELLS ALL
they were always nice places
it was never by the hour
a half dozen sheratons
a handful of trump towers
the same views that dazzled me
just seemed to make him sour
so he’d order up a bottle
while i hopped in the shower
if i stood towards the back
they’d let me hear him speak
his promises would echo so
my heart would skip a beat
i preferred his anecdotes
from growing up in the south
and getting out
and i’d tell you i believed him
but you wouldn’t believe me
you’d roll your eyes and dim the screen
i know
now i see him at the gym
‘cause they gave him his own show
he smiles at talking heads
and tries to make ‘em roll
i finish up my reps
and take my earbuds out
and now
i’d tell you i believed him
but you wouldn’t believe me
you’d dim your eyes and save the screen
i know
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THE CREAK OF THE LANDLINE
the creak of the landline in 88 or 9
long and low and sweet
it didn’t take ages to scan all the pages
of faces and palm trees
but where oh where were we
mercy mercy
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11. |
This Has to Stop
02:06
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THIS HAS TO STOP
this has to stop
you’re feeling up your heart again
peeking at that chart and then
swallowing
this has to stop
you’re trying on that overcoat
lifting scales note-for-note
and measuring
20 after’s 40 til and it’s true enough until
30 after’s 30 til it’s so obvious until
40 after’s 20 til
this has to stop
but isn’t that the argument
it’s better ‘cause it’s gotta end
so let’s begin
though it’s gotta stop
and i can’t keep from counting everything
seconds before thundering
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Longevity Blues
02:27
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LONGEVITY BLUES
bury me in a crate of rye
pasted over with cartoon eyes
safe and dry
and load my likeness into your phones
and beam me up on the sides of fancy
empty homes
and let me dissolve into an ad
starring every last girl i ever
wanted so bad
say you remember me
if i’m stuck in your head
say that you couldn’t sleep
in the way i couldn’t sleep
for the lights flashing in
and by those stars’ sorta dingy light
while your party’s still stumbling blind
roll me up to lake shore drive
and hold me up as it comes alive
one more time
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13. |
Get on With It
02:09
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GET ON WITH IT
had a kind of rough one today
where i wish i had nothing to say
i had a will but there wasn't a way
to get on with it
one minute freaked out and bored
then in the next one i fall on my sword
toy prizes galore
get on with it
everybody's seen what i've probably seen
everybody's been what i might could've been
but then tomorrow never knows what it means
get on with it
maybe it's true that eternity's near
and we can't help but feed a culture of fear
but if that's too big to fail that's too big to revere
get on with it
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14. |
After Work
04:46
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AFTER WORK
after work
a bunch of us are going out
‘cause it’s been such a shitty week
you should go
it could be a lot of fun
if it helps the first one’s on me
i don’t know i’mn kinda tired
i was really looking forward to just
staying in
aw come on
don’t be lame
you can do anything
when your eyes
adjust to the light inside
and bottles bolt from the shelves
you can see
girls swaying back and forth
some dancing by themselves
and the alcohol does wonders
but you’re not keeping up you’re just
spacing out
check your watch
make a case
then make your escape
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15. |
Bury the Lead (Acoustic)
02:13
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BURY THE LEAD
sunlight burns through evening's pall
on foreclosed homes and dropped calls
a million of us funnel
by bicycle and tunnel
into our stacks of stalls
papers fold right up the street
papers fold literally
but what's tricky doesn't matter
we'll just cover it in batter
until it barely breathes
closing bells are no escape
from billboards giving me the shakes
it's just sodium and nitrates
so why can't i wait for a proper pace
you're begging me to bury the lead
run it now but bury the lead
well people aren't pixels
and words are more than whistles
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Zapruder Point Cincinnati, Ohio
Zapruder Point is a Cincinnati-based sad bastard songwriter with a pretty voice.
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