1. |
Slackjaw Diner
03:15
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Hanging out with hangers-on
And strangers in the night
Zombies shuffle slowly in
And curse flourescent light
Coffee spoons are swaying
To the jukebox melodies
If we can't agree on years
Agree on centuries at the slackjaw diner
Kevin's got a dream or two
And Kevin's got a plan
Sitting at the corner booth
Beside the flim-flam man
Salad forks don't rock the boat
They're trained to know their place
If you can't see eye to eye
At least see face to face at the slackjaw diner
Aging divorcee behind a nametag spelling Mabel
Takes my plates before I'm even done
I don't think there's any real sugar at this table
Ask her for some and she'll bring you one
All we have in common is
A lack of things to do
You knew that you'd find me here
And I knew I'd find you
Butter knives lie waiting
Just to cut the story short
If I can't make money
Then I'll do it for the sport at the slackjaw diner
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2. |
Looking at Her Lookalike
05:30
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3. |
Solace Somewhere
04:44
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t hurts too much to feel the touch
Of singular desire
My eggs aren't in one basket
'Cos I threw them on the fire
I won't erase the empty space
That borders on our souls
When you stare into my green eyes
You're looking through black holes
I had sweet perfection
At the time I didn't know
I found solace somewhere
But that was so long ago
That was so long ago
It makes me feel that much more real
When I cut myself up
I pour out as a river
And I offer you the cup
It's only fair to try to care
And see things as you do
But how can I be certain
That your vision is as true
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4. |
Summer of '92
03:25
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5. |
A Ghost for Her Gallery
04:33
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My bitch goddess Fame
Never calls my name
If she was in need of a ghost for her gallery
I'd take the position regardless of salary
All I hope for is everything, everything
All I ask for is something that I'll never have
Freeze my space in time
Make my life sublime
And when my conceptions are no longer radical
I promise to take an extended sabbatical
Don't get me wrong, life is good
But why should I settle for that
When it could be a star-studded dream
A 24 hour vacation in peaches and cream
This is my appeal:
Make a better deal
'Cos I have gained nothing by losing my purity
Except the rewards of my total obscurity
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6. |
Want
03:36
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you were asleep at the wheel that night
when I slipped from my senses and out of your sight
I ushered myself through the manicured grounds
while my progress was measured in ounces and pounds
in make-believe cities
I cried out for pity
and zombies make note of the root of my problem:
I only want the things that I can't have
you were not pushed but you stumbled and fell
all aghast with the knowledge I'd seeded your well
but nobody twisted your arm out of joint
and the proof's in the pudding each time that you point
I've been through the motions
I've humored your notions
and zombies make note of the root of my problem
I only want the things I've left behind
you were slow dancing and asked me to join
but the offer hit me like a kick to the groin
I tried to decline but I couldn't resist
the hand on my shoulder, the blade at my wrist
in times of confusion
I foster illusion
and zombies make note of the root of my problem
I only want the things that make me ill
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7. |
Before I Let You Down
07:24
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8. |
I Ain't Home
03:19
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I've got a little tale of woe to lay upon your ears
I make a little money and it promptly disappears
when suddenly the bill collector calls me on the phone
I would've said I wasn't here if I had only known
tell the collector, tell him I ain't home
it's the only way I know to make him leave me alone
this woman that I used to date just called the other day
she talks an awful lot but doesn't have a thing to say
I haven't got the heart to tell her how I really feel
so next time that she calls me up, let's make a little deal
tell my ex-girlfriend, tell her I ain't home
it's the only way I know to make her leave me alone
don't want delivered issues of the Sunday New York Times
or illustrated coffee table books on famous crimes
won't represent the tastes of any demographic group
or buy some pricey candy to support your Boy Scout troop
tell everybody, tell them I ain't home
it's the only way I know to make them leave me alone
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9. |
A Superstar in Disguise
04:10
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when the world starts going your way
you won't know how to react
even in your finest moments
you are just this side of cracked
I've heard all of your excuses
but I can see it in your eyes
you're perfect in every way
too beautiful to betray
a superstar in disguise
just another unpaid actress
dreaming of the Great White Way
feel the well worn stage beneath you
feel the real world go away
there is fortune for the lucky
and hope for everyone who tries
I feel the need to suggest
that you're the best of the best
a superstar in disguise
please stick around for a while
'cos I've grown fond of that smile
please stick around for a bit
'cos I've been counting on it
don't you give in, don't you give up
don't wait 'til the thrill is gone
if you ever make the big time
you could turn the whole world on
compliments aren't legal tender
but rest assured I tell no lies
you're perfect in every way
too beautiful to betray
a superstar in disguise
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10. |
Things Fall Apart
03:45
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Things fall apart, your best plans fail
You try to make it to the top and land in jail
Things fall apart, you crash and burn
You only get a fraction of the things you earn
Why, why, I’m telling you why
As if you didn’t know
You think it crass to kiss the ass
Of Mr. So-and-So
Why, why, I’m telling you why
Like it changes a thing
You wouldn’t sell your soul to hell
Or bow before the king
Things fall apart, you’re shown the door
Your best performance is on the cutting room floor
Things fall apart, you learn to bleed
You’ve still got several friends but not the ones you need
Things fall apart, you try to pray
But you don’t know who to or what you ought to say
Things fall apart, you are no one
You want to give up but you don’t know how that’s done
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11. |
Paradise Don't Live Here
03:22
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Dead presidents march out the door
In times of peace and times of war
It's never less, it's always more
You'll miss it if you blink
Collectors' cups collect their dust
In honor of this boom of bust
No one to blame, no one to trust
And nothing left to drink
Freedom ain't free when it comes for a price
And my bargaining chip is a roll of the dice
Paradise don't live here anymore
If last year I'd the guts to be
Forever only twenty-three
Would I have been allowed to see
Myself at twenty-four
The ghost that haunts the shopping malls
As penance for long-distance calls
And endless ATM withdrawals
Shoplifting evermore
I could save up for better days
By making these days worse
So blame it on my lazy ways
Or blame it on a curse
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12. |
Circle of Blood
03:41
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An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
A glory hole in every porno booth
We live by the sword, we die by the sword
We would be ashamed if we weren't so bored
Lost in the zoo
Slinging the mud
Hypocrites rule
Circle of Blood
Don't tell me those freaks are misunderstood
I'll make them die slow, though death is too good
It's justice we want, why wait for the law
I know what I think, who cares what you saw
The whole thing's a hoax, the whole thing is fixed
Your credit's no good, your birthright's been nixed
The tragically tight are currently loose
They gave you the rope, but you made the noose
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13. |
Lucky Man
04:48
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14. |
Devil in the Bottle
06:37
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Hey there, hometown hero
Haven't seen you in a while
You can't disguise your frowning eyes
By putting on a smile
Hey there, landslide sculptor
You demolish with a touch
And amputate your leg
To justify another crutch
You're too much
There's a devil in the bottle
There's a demon in the can
There's a madness to your method
And a monster in the man
Well, we used to grin and bear it
But we had to change our plan
For the devil in the bottle
And the demon in the can
Hey there, hometown hero
Didn't you say you'd gone straight
It failure is what drive you
Then you won't have long to wait
Hey there, party crasher
Can't avoid if you if I try
I can't stand the suspense of
Sitting here to watch you die
Silly guy
Hey there, hometown hero
Take your head out of your ass
The logic's left your lectures
And the teacher has no class
Hey there, liquid lemming
Hope you're finally truly glad
You've drive off the only
Honest friends you ever had
That's too bad
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15. |
White Room
06:52
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16. |
...And Our Sweat
03:42
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we compromise our pride for crusts of bread
scraps off the master’s plate
our creature comforts and necessities
are clearly second rate
we’re at the mercy of a wealthy few
that we have never met
dealing in legal tender currency
and our sweat, and our sweat, and our sweat
we trade our freedoms for a gilded cage
and other foolish things
we ask, “how high” when we are told to jump
twitch when they pull the strings
we’re at the mercy of a ruling class
that never knows regret
building an empire with commodity
and out sweat, and our sweat, and our sweat
somebody’s always needy, somebody’s always greedy
while most face mediocrity
but there are no solutions, just different institutions
just different forms of tyranny
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17. |
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18. |
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19. |
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we compromise our pride for crusts of bread
scraps off the master’s plate
our creature comforts and necessities
are clearly second rate
we’re at the mercy of a wealthy few
that we have never met
dealing in legal tender currency
and our sweat, and our sweat, and our sweat
we trade our freedoms for a gilded cage
and other foolish things
we ask, “how high” when we are told to jump
twitch when they pull the strings
we’re at the mercy of a ruling class
that never knows regret
building an empire with commodity
and out sweat, and our sweat, and our sweat
somebody’s always needy, somebody’s always greedy
while most face mediocrity
but there are no solutions, just different institutions
just different forms of tyranny
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20. |
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21. |
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Hey there, hometown hero
Haven't seen you in a while
You can't disguise your frowning eyes
By putting on a smile
Hey there, landslide sculptor
You demolish with a touch
And amputate your leg
To justify another crutch
You're too much
There's a devil in the bottle
There's a demon in the can
There's a madness to your method
And a monster in the man
Well, we used to grin and bear it
But we had to change our plan
For the devil in the bottle
And the demon in the can
Hey there, hometown hero
Didn't you say you'd gone straight
It failure is what drive you
Then you won't have long to wait
Hey there, party crasher
Can't avoid if you if I try
I can't stand the suspense of
Sitting here to watch you die
Silly guy
Hey there, hometown hero
Take your head out of your ass
The logic's left your lectures
And the teacher has no class
Hey there, liquid lemming
Hope you're finally truly glad
You've drive off the only
Honest friends you ever had
That's too bad
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22. |
||||
t hurts too much to feel the touch
Of singular desire
My eggs aren't in one basket
'Cos I threw them on the fire
I won't erase the empty space
That borders on our souls
When you stare into my green eyes
You're looking through black holes
I had sweet perfection
At the time I didn't know
I found solace somewhere
But that was so long ago
That was so long ago
It makes me feel that much more real
When I cut myself up
I pour out as a river
And I offer you the cup
It's only fair to try to care
And see things as you do
But how can I be certain
That your vision is as true
|
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23. |
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24. |
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Things fall apart, your best plans fail
You try to make it to the top and land in jail
Things fall apart, you crash and burn
You only get a fraction of the things you earn
Why, why, I’m telling you why
As if you didn’t know
You think it crass to kiss the ass
Of Mr. So-and-So
Why, why, I’m telling you why
Like it changes a thing
You wouldn’t sell your soul to hell
Or bow before the king
Things fall apart, you’re shown the door
Your best performance is on the cutting room floor
Things fall apart, you learn to bleed
You’ve still got several friends but not the ones you need
Things fall apart, you try to pray
But you don’t know who to or what you ought to say
Things fall apart, you are no one
You want to give up but you don’t know how that’s done
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25. |
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My bitch goddess Fame
Never calls my name
If she was in need of a ghost for her gallery
I'd take the position regardless of salary
All I hope for is everything, everything
All I ask for is something that I'll never have
Freeze my space in time
Make my life sublime
And when my conceptions are no longer radical
I promise to take an extended sabbatical
Don't get me wrong, life is good
But why should I settle for that
When it could be a star-studded dream
A 24 hour vacation in peaches and cream
This is my appeal:
Make a better deal
'Cos I have gained nothing by losing my purity
Except the rewards of my total obscurity
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26. |
Want (Rehearsal 2/11/98)
03:31
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you were asleep at the wheel that night
when I slipped from my senses and out of your sight
I ushered myself through the manicured grounds
while my progress was measured in ounces and pounds
in make-believe cities
I cried out for pity
and zombies make note of the root of my problem:
I only want the things that I can't have
you were not pushed but you stumbled and fell
all aghast with the knowledge I'd seeded your well
but nobody twisted your arm out of joint
and the proof's in the pudding each time that you point
I've been through the motions
I've humored your notions
and zombies make note of the root of my problem
I only want the things I've left behind
|
||||
27. |
||||
Dead presidents march out the door
In times of peace and times of war
It's never less, it's always more
You'll miss it if you blink
Collectors' cups collect their dust
In honor of this boom of bust
No one to blame, no one to trust
And nothing left to drink
Freedom ain't free when it comes for a price
And my bargaining chip is a roll of the dice
Paradise don't live here anymore
If last year I'd the guts to be
Forever only twenty-three
Would I have been allowed to see
Myself at twenty-four
The ghost that haunts the shopping malls
As penance for long-distance calls
And endless ATM withdrawals
Shoplifting evermore
I could save up for better days
By making these days worse
So blame it on my lazy ways
Or blame it on a curse
|
||||
28. |
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when the world starts going your way
you won't know how to react
even in your finest moments
you are just this side of cracked
I've heard all of your excuses
but I can see it in your eyes
you're perfect in every way
too beautiful to betray
a superstar in disguise
just another unpaid actress
dreaming of the Great White Way
feel the well worn stage beneath you
feel the real world go away
there is fortune for the lucky
and hope for everyone who tries
I feel the need to suggest
that you're the best of the best
a superstar in disguise
please stick around for a while
'cos I've grown fond of that smile
please stick around for a bit
'cos I've been counting on it
don't you give in, don't you give up
don't wait 'til the thrill is gone
if you ever make the big time
you could turn the whole world on
compliments aren't legal tender
but rest assured I tell no lies
you're perfect in every way
too beautiful to betray
a superstar in disguise
|
||||
29. |
||||
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
A glory hole in every porno booth
We live by the sword, we die by the sword
We would be ashamed if we weren't so bored
Lost in the zoo
Slinging the mud
Hypocrites rule
Circle of Blood
Don't tell me those freaks are misunderstood
I'll make them die slow, though death is too good
It's justice we want, why wait for the law
I know what I think, who cares what you saw
The whole thing's a hoax, the whole thing is fixed
Your credit's no good, your birthright's been nixed
The tragically tight are currently loose
They gave you the rope, but you made the noose
|
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