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They remind me of the things I thought I wanted to be,
but now I see that things aren't always what they seem.
One day I'll dream of goals that are more realistic to me,
and take your hand to a place we'll never disband.
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We were told to believe, told to believe, this is all that's happening.
But we're too smart to really, we're too smart to really, think this is all that's happening.
We know better,
than to trust the weather.
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Give up, give up, give up we're too old now.
Give in, give in her soul is too fragile.
You and me, we'll get out you'll see.
When we're payin', payin', payin' for our own files,
stayin', stayin', stayin' in our own style.
You and me, we'll get out you'll see.
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Pay the toll now,
keep your feet planted on the ground.
Let's stake the regrets,
recycled round & round.
It's time to push through,
all the barriers they've found.
And keep yourself sound,
uptown, downtown, reclaim the crown.
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Sometimes I feel like Manoj Bajpai
Like when I say "Hello" and "Goodbye"
At the same time
And as I watch the scenery trot by
There's a fire below and behind my glazed eyes
And so I start to wiggle in my seat
Quaff another draught to put my heart to sleep
And take it to the streets
Making quite a scene
Quietly obscene
And as the nighttime fades into murky light
I pace and bellow and imbibe and cry and cry
Until the sun and shade and passers-by
Greet a humble fellow in a pile by the riverside
You've got another week
To sharpen up the speech
To make your life worth leading
Be it mercifully brief
It's better than a right good beating
See, it's much better than what you're feeling
Me, I'm gonna crack under the pressure
And let my spine relax
Guard and attack in equal measure
Or just watch the time elapse
But if you know a way that doesn't take forever
I'll talk to you when you get back
And I'll be goddamned if it doesn't make me
A better man
So you'd better hand me one for the hard road ahead
And two for the midnight show
I'm lost in a bar code again
All out of insight
Put up a big front if you want a big fight
I'd like a little one, but I'm sure I'll get by
Yeah I'll be just fine
I'll keep it all inside, then strike with a hit and run
Because it's all beyond my comprehension now
I can't imagine what'll happen if I get a sentence out
Will you hem, will you haw, will you
Tell me what went wrong?
Will you giggle, then guffaw
Then pretend there's nothing happening at all?
Or will you take it out of context
And inflate the facts
Until they're all morbidly convex?
And what kind of game is that?
Oh, I know you know I know everything's more complex
Than you could have ever known
But I still believe that being glib and prolix
Is the only way to go so
Take it as it comes
Maybe it'll come back to you
Or maybe nothing makes you feel that way
So be dumb
Sing it like you sung last time through
And be done with it
Wash your hands and say no, no, no
Bang it like a drum
Get your dander up one last time
Maybe you'll be better for it
Take another punch, take another plunge,
Do it right
Put your back into it, I know you can do it!
You know you can do it!
But can I say, can I say
Someday you're going to get carried away
And on that day you'll get caught in the sway
Of a garish display
The champagne sprays, the campaign changes
Somebody's gonna get married today!
But le jayenge, le jayenge
Don't get carried away
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Fog lifts from the harbor, dawn goes down today
An agent crests the shadows of the nearby alleyway
Piles of broken bricks, sign posts on the path
Every moment points towards the aftermath
Sailors straggle back from their nights out on the town
Hopeless urchins from the city gather around
Spies from imperial China wash in with the tide
Every battle heads toward surrender on both sides
And I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I am coming home to you
If it's the last thing that I do
Bells ring in the tower, wolves howl in the hills
Chalk marks show up on a few high windowsills
And a rabbit gives up somewhere, and a dozen hawks descend
Every moment leads toward its own sad end
Ships loosed from their moorings capsize and then they're gone
Sailors with no captains watch awhile and then move on
And an agent crests the shadows and I head in her direction
All roads lead toward the same blocked intersection
I am coming home to you
With my own blood in my mouth
And I am coming home to you
If it's the last thing that I do
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Don’t ever forget who you are.
These damn kids, they will tear you to the ground.
But we’ve spent too many years,
Working on the breakdown,
And the end, it is almost here.
I am comfortable,
I am comfortable playing the fool.
I’ve spent 18 years perfecting,
What was started long ago.
But long ago, seems so far away,
And the end, it is almost here.
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this album was written/recorded over the broad span of late 2009 through May 2011 (postponed extensively thanks to a near-death experience).
all female vocals were performed by Kazuki Daimo. everything else was written/recorded/mixed by Keenan Gaynor (
keenan.gaynor.org).
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