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Hiding Out
03:30
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I felt justified in my actions
By what I supposed yours to be
But then the truth came out
And that truth shit never sits that well with me
So now I'm hiding out in Rockvale
It feels a little bit like home
I ain't gettin' any closer to the real thing
So just leave me alone
Leave me alone
These nights always leave me spinning
But I wish these nights would just let me be
I wish that she would just let me close my tired eyes
I wish the night to set me free
And every morning I'm disappointed
That I woke up or that I even slept at all
Hey, boys, don't you feel like we're wasting our time
Wasting our summers with our falls
So now I'm hiding out in Rockvale
It feels a little bit like home
I ain't gettin' any closer to the real thing
So just leave me alone
Leave me alone
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2. |
Memorial Day
04:20
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It’s Memorial Day, 2084. It’s been a hundred years since I was born. And I wonder if there’s anyone who will remember me. Who will see to it that my grave is swept clean?
Will they say I dug my bootheels in, and refused to give up the ghost? Did I hold tight to this temporary thing? Or did I just lie down with that night train roaring in my ears, and close my eyes to dream the endless dream?
It’s Memorial Day, 2084. It’s been a hundred years since I was born. And I wonder if they’ll be around who can breathe a letter of my name. Will the world go on spinning just the same?
Will a great tremor run through the earth, will the oceans turn to steam? Will all the songbirds forget all their songs? No, the stars will just laugh and shine, the tide will rise and fall, and everything will go marching on.
It’s Memorial Day, 2084. It’s been a hundred years since I was born. And I hope that they speak of me with love and not with shame, cuz I’d rather be forgotten than be blamed.
Will all my tattoos fade to dust, as all my words and all my deeds? All memory that I ever even lived? Will all of the saddest girls turn their backs to my stone, or will they find it in their hearts to forgive?
It’s Memorial Day.
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3. |
Bootgaze
04:25
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Driving mostly drunk down the center of the road, man, I gotta get out of this town. The only way to do it is die or try harder, and it's too late to try hard now. Everybody always said that I could probably do anything I put my mind to, so I'm putting my mind to the middle of my windshield, and wondering if I'll go through.
And I know that ain't right, but for tonight, that's just fine.
I was born in California and I hit the ground running and I reckon I been runnin' ever since. Hung up on women and all kinds of sinning, like I'm crawling through barbed wire fence. Born amongst the redwoods and next to the ocean makes you feel like you got something to prove. But I can't stand up to nothin', so I guess I'll be runnin', yeah I guess I'll be back on the move.
And I know that ain't right, but for tonight, that's just fine.
It's 2:32 and I ain't in my room, I had to go out for a better view. Innocents on the highway staring into my highbeams; K Hwy and that big ol' moon. And I ain't lookin' for your goddamn pity, I don't expect you to care. I'm just looking forward to the day that you miss me, when you finally realize I ain't there.
And I know that ain't right, but for tonight...
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4. |
Remind Me Who I Am Again
07:26
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I want to go out walking, out where it's just me and the stray cats. And I want to go out walking, until I wear these old shoes to the bone. And I want to go out walking, out past all the flags and the borders, where it's just colors and memories borne aloft on that sad summer breeze.
Remind me who I am again. Oh, remind me who I am.
There's something that I need to see, something coming with the Spring. Limestone with green moss, wet from that warm spring rain. And all those little green hopes, pushing aside the mud. All my little green hopes climb to their absolution in the sun.
Remind me who I am again. Oh, remind me who I am.
And when I know you, I will walk all the way home to you. But I've a feeling that by the time I know where I'm going I will already be dead and gone. So bury me beneath that cedar tree behind your little yellow house. Plant some lilacs over me, and then only you and the crows will know.
Remind me who I am again. Oh, remind me who I am.
I would give it all up for one last breath standing in salt water and sand, for what am I but my size-11 footprints to be washed away with the tide and the wind. And I'll stare at that horizon, where the sky and the sea melt to a nuclear blue. And I'll pray for the strength to close my eyes and accept what I already know to be true.
Remind me who I am again. Oh, remind me who I am.
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5. |
Suicide Tuesday
03:29
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If you overheard our late-nite sessions,
You're probably mistake us for mystics
But here in my bedroom
We're just rolling dollar bills
We've seen the things
That make the road maps dream
Lost wanderers and philosophers
Content with grinding pills
We'll worry about the blues
Come Suicide Tuesday
Right now, I just need some water
And another cigarette
Outside it's cold and lonely
So I'm going where it's friendly
Warm bodies and bad music
And I'll pray the night won't end
There's a certain satisfaction
We take in our distraction
So satisfied with knowing
I am so unsatisfied
I keep my eyeballs glazed
They've been that way for days
It's the only way I can open up
My door to what's outside
We'll worry about the blues
Come Suicide Tuesday
Right now, I just need some water
And another cigarette
Outside it's cold and lonely
So I'm going where it's friendly
Warm bodies and bad music
And I'll pray the night won't end
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6. |
Love Letters to Rivers
03:26
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I told you that I loved her
But I didn't say how much
I didn't say how much
Because I didn't know
You've always been moving
You've never been mine
So I'll just dip my finger
And pretend that you know
I'll just keep writing love letters to rivers
Where everything's beaten and washed to the sea
The banks and the shorelines will all be dissolving
To the tyrant of time, from which nothing is free
I told you that I loved her
But I didn't say how much
I didn't say how much
Because I didn't know
You've always been moving
You've never been mine
So I'll pray for rain clouds
That I might die as you grow
I'll just keep writing love letters to rivers
Where everything's beaten and washed to the sea
The banks and the shorelines will all be dissolving
To the tyrant of time, from which nothing is free
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7. |
Shitty
03:06
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I don't wanna love. I just wanna be loved.
Let's make it right, but not tonight.
I'm trying my best to get fucked up by myself, I don't need your help anymore.
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8. |
Modern Man's Hustle
06:13
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