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Jackie's got it figured out
She's gonna find a privileged man
Who doesn't mind providing her
With more than she deserves
Jackie had a boyfriend
But he didn't make a lot of bread
I heard that he's a singer
In a part-time basement band
And Jackie says, "why are all the good ones married,
Why are all the good ones gay?"
Jackie, they got wise to you,
Go, go, go away
Jackie's got it figured out
And if she gains a dozen pounds
She'll have an explanation
For her current lack of dates
Jackie had a boyfriend
But he simply wasn't cute enough
I heard that he was last seen
In the arms of her best friend
Jackie's got it figured out
She'll throw herself at any man
And if he doesn't back away
She'll sigh and call it love
Jackie had a boyfriend
But he couldn't stand another day
I heard that he's a singer
With an album on the charts
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Your mind will say it's monotone, that mesmerizing beat
But hidden in synthetic drones, you might hear marching feet
As they take you to a temple and they hand you plastic dolls
Your fate is all too certain as the man in velvet calls
So you try procrastination, but the man in velvet screams:
See the world through the eyes of a child
Let you lost innocence run wild
Indecision clouds your vision
You could be above suspicion
All you need is love
So burdened with these orders, you might seek another thrill
And your confidence is rising as you move in for the kill
But the target's unfamiliar and it moves its weight too well
While you're struggling for your bearings and your aim's gone all to hell
Smiling faces may look pretty, but they just aren't worth your time
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Give Me Words
02:15
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A Horse Named Bill
02:57
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Tell It to Samantha
02:41
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dig in deep or cruise the shallows
lock the door and man the gallows
flaunt the token symbols of your shame
weight loss project, new sensations
wardrobe habit alteration
everybody turns out just the same
tell it to Samantha and she's hanging by a thread
baby, she's as good as dead
drink you will and drink you'd better
drain your glass you'll forget her
see the cost of freedom through a haze
be it Adam's rib or liquor
vice will surely kill you quicker
but who needs more frustrated, sober days
tell it to Samantha and she's hanging by a thread
baby, she's as good as dead
cast aside assumptions that she'd rather not be told
when her best friends say
she's cold as ice and twice as slippery
proud of weak mystique and frippery
just last night she replied as follows
"go to Hell, farewell, I'm rid of you
if you think I stink, remember to spare the hints!"
and I haven't seen her since
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Extrovert's your middle name
I don't know what to think
The night is old, I don't feel bold
I haven't had a drink
In spite of all these handicaps,
A pact was sealed, lip service with no words
And if it make you feel better
Perhaps I'll write you a letter
With you around I'll forget her
And forgive her
The way you smile makes me shiver
Inconsistent alibis
I don't know where to hide
How'd I make the big mistake
How'd she know I lied?
In spite of these scenarios,
I never learn, I never stop to think
And if it make you feel better
Perhaps I'll write you a letter
With you around I'll forget her
And forgive her
The way you smile makes me shiver
wearing out that old red dress
and waiting up 'til three
I admire your deep desire
To mold a better "me"
But read up on astrology
And keep in mind that Taurus is my sign
And if it make you feel better
Perhaps I'll tear up this letter
With you gone I won't forget her
Or forgive her
The way she smiles makes me shiver
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7. |
Autumn/Fall from Grace
06:42
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I drove you back home and we fell into bed
satisfying my body but disturbing my head
now you're enigma and we're never in touch
heard you don't want me, could've figured as much
my swift fall from grace and your poker face
tell me Autumn's gonna chill me to the bone
we all have an ego, says we cannot be used
so was it your pleasure, must I be so confused
a bit deeper substance lurks behind this facade
so tell me the truth, at least give me a nod
my swift fall from grace and your poker face
tell me Autumn's gonna chill me to the bone
leaves are falling from the trees
they leave nothing but my hope
grey horizons, just like my soul
Autumn makes it hard to cope
so was your decision the one I heard voiced
did a friend with opinions ever leave you a choice
your friend needs a lesson in social affairs
he's cost you another, does he even care
my swift fall from grace and your poker face
tell me Autumn's gonna chill me to the bone
the well-wishers tell me I should just move on
love's unrequited and my chance is gone
but I'll remember the friction and subsequent flow
I'll hear your name when the Autumn winds blow
my swift fall from grace and your poker face
tell me Autumn's gonna chill me to the bone
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Your mind will say it's monotone, that mesmerizing beat
But hidden in synthetic drones, you might hear marching feet
As they take you to a temple and they hand you plastic dolls
Your fate is all too certain as the man in velvet calls
So you try procrastination, but the man in velvet screams:
See the world through the eyes of a child
Let you lost innocence run wild
Indecision clouds your vision
You could be above suspicion
All you need is love
So burdened with these orders, you might seek another thrill
And your confidence is rising as you move in for the kill
But the target's unfamiliar and it moves its weight too well
While you're struggling for your bearings and your aim's gone all to hell
Smiling faces may look pretty, but they just aren't worth your time
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People say my baby can't be beat
Only 'cos her bruises are discrete
They say that she's a crazy bird
But I'll just have to take their word
Cause I can't see Marie
Unless she's looking at me
People say my baby can't be real
Only 'cos they don't know what to feel
They say that she sticks just like glue
But I cannot be sure it's true
Cause I can't see Marie
Unless she's looking at me
I must be a fool to call
It's like talking to a wall
If she's even there at all
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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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why do you laugh for an hour and a half
when I tell you a joke that others roll their eyes at
why do you seem to be lost in a dream
when I tell you uninteresting stories of my childhood
little girl, you'll regret
having made my acquaintance
little girl, I got wise
I slapped myself silly and said
oh no not love again
oh no not love again
I don't think I can take it this time
why do you call to say nothing at all
amusingly musing about tomorrow's weather
why do you hide criticism inside
and create an image of me that is flawless
and if I should ever find
that I can't get you off my mind
you'll be the last to know
you'll be the last to know
and if I cannot conceal
the strong emotions that I feel
I'll pack my bags and go
I'll pack my bags and go
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You tantalize the masses, feed the children starved for power
You divide and conquer bedrock like a suicidal flower
Your name is unimportant and your words have lost their sting
'Cos in times of recognition, kissing ass will make you king
You dropped a name, a famous name, take care, watch where you tread
Stash your habits in the cellar or you'll surely end up dead
You've proved to me that eyes alone are ill equipped to see
And you're showing all the symptoms of a life that's never free
If you're in love with me, then
Slow down and dream of tomorrow
Step bravely from the past
Break down at the slightest provocation and perhaps I'll catch your eye
Painless perseverance is the surest path to Hell
When your Technicolor fantasies have nothing left to tell
Your name is unimportant and your words have lost their rhyme
'Cos you're groping for an answer and you're running out of time
I wish I'd met you years ago to straighten out your act
And I wish you'd met me years ago to tutor me on tact
You've proved to me that passion means a little blood is spilled
And you're showing all the symptoms of a life that's unfulfilled
Dissected and distilled, well
Slow down and dream of tomorrow
Step bravely from the past
Break down at the slightest provocation and perhaps I'll catch your eye
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I drove you back home and we fell into bed
satisfying my body but disturbing my head
now you're enigma and we're never in touch
heard you don't want me, could've figured as much
my swift fall from grace and your poker face
tell me Autumn's gonna chill me to the bone
we all have an ego, says we cannot be used
so was it your pleasure, must I be so confused
a bit deeper substance lurks behind this facade
so tell me the truth, at least give me a nod
my swift fall from grace and your poker face
tell me Autumn's gonna chill me to the bone
leaves are falling from the trees
they leave nothing but my hope
grey horizons, just like my soul
Autumn makes it hard to cope
so was your decision the one I heard voiced
did a friend with opinions ever leave you a choice
your friend needs a lesson in social affairs
he's cost you another, does he even care
my swift fall from grace and your poker face
tell me Autumn's gonna chill me to the bone
the well-wishers tell me I should just move on
love's unrequited and my chance is gone
but I'll remember the friction and subsequent flow
I'll hear your name when the Autumn winds blow
my swift fall from grace and your poker face
tell me Autumn's gonna chill me to the bone
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dig in deep or cruise the shallows
lock the door and man the gallows
flaunt the token symbols of your shame
weight loss project, new sensations
wardrobe habit alteration
everybody turns out just the same
tell it to Samantha and she's hanging by a thread
baby, she's as good as dead
drink you will and drink you'd better
drain your glass you'll forget her
see the cost of freedom through a haze
be it Adam's rib or liquor
vice will surely kill you quicker
but who needs more frustrated, sober days
tell it to Samantha and she's hanging by a thread
baby, she's as good as dead
cast aside assumptions that she'd rather not be told
when her best friends say
she's cold as ice and twice as slippery
proud of weak mystique and frippery
just last night she replied as follows
"go to Hell, farewell, I'm rid of you
if you think I stink, remember to spare the hints!"
and I haven't seen her since
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Rubberstamp Records is a DIY indie record label based in the Saint Louis, MO area and helmed by local music scene veteran Brian Andrew Marek.
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