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Garbage Time
02:42
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I am nothing new
But I’m out on view
Out on display
Down to my DNA
So go on and have a look
I’ve got nothing to hide
OMG!!! Is that TMI???
Go on and have a laugh
While you still can
Hold your nose it’s garbage time
And I’m a garbage man
I am nothing more
Another rotten core
Some more nothing
Just some worn stuffing
Spilling out a torn corner
Of a Salvation Army chair
Just some other stranger’s dream
Busted at the seams
Go on and LOL
While you still can
Hold your nose it’s garbage time
And I’m a garbage man
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Dance with the Dead
04:07
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Negative Space
03:50
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I could paint you a picture
But that would just be a waste
Take my word you’ll do better
Cause I’ve been in a negative space
My bedroom walls keep expanding
Ever since you went away
Maybe I just never noticed
I’m living in a negative space
It’s just a temporary solution
A wind could blow it all away
I know I’m cruising for a bruising
What’s the use in trying to escape?
I thought I’d get some peace and quiet
But all the sounds have been replaced
Car alarms and televisions
I’m living in a negative space
I could write you a letter
I could plead you my case
But you don’t need convincing
You just need a negative space
It’s just a temporary solution
A wind could blow it all away
I know I’m cruising for a bruising
What’s the use in trying to escape?
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Master's Tools
03:13
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No Parade
04:03
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A gentle rain
The sound of a train
A crowd is forming
I turn around and walk away
Cross the platform
Feeling forlorn
Clouds are forming
Like me the morning moves on
Silence the alerts
I’ve spoken my last word
No forwarding address
This is what you get
No fanfare, no parade
A decision has been made
No excuses, no regrets
This is what you get
The sound of a phone
Ringing out in the night
There’s no one to answer
Looks like I’ll be up ’til it dies
And if I survive
I’ll start a new life
Throw out all the mirrors
Reminders of what I can change
Silence the alerts
I’ve spoken my last word
No forwarding address
This is what you get
No fanfare, no parade
A decision has been made
No excuses, no regrets
This is what you get
Silence the alerts
No forwarding address
No fanfare, no parade
No excuses, no regrets
This is what you get
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GOAT
02:53
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Wish me luck
I’m just stuck inside a sour patch
Stuck with tickets to a rained out match
Like a door with a broken latch
I can’t keep away the winter wind
And I’m hoping
You’ll walk back in again
So bye bye crocodile
I hadn’t seen you in a little while
But your leaving is keeping me awake
Like a sucker punch, a tidal wave
And I know it hurts worse
When you try to swim away
Spit it out
If you swallow you won’t hold it down
Or it might just eat you up inside
Yearning like an unstruck match
Waiting for the flame to catch
If you lose your breath
I hope you get it back
Stuck inside a sour patch
Stuck with tickets to a rained out match
Now it’s too late to get back on track
You won’t be coming back
You won’t be coming back
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Legacy of a Ladies Man
04:09
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Doesn’t matter how it begins
You could be a seed caught in the wind
So forget about your kin
You’re a lamb out on the lam
A fawn without a family
A stranger in a stranger Land
Take whatever fits inside your hands
Doesn’t matter how it began
A secret scribbled in the sand
The legacy of a ladies man
The wild gets so tiring
Waltzing through trip wiring
Through all the steps and timing
Til you can find your way back in the dark
Til you can find your way back in the dark
Watch the particles collide
Rearrange and recombine
Form into a new design
See it in the northern lights tonight
Doesn’t matter how it begins
It could be a whisper in the din
Scattered by the solar winds
The wild gets so tiring
Waltzing through trip wiring
Through all the steps and timing
I’ll be listening for whispers at the door
I’ll be listening for whispers at the door
Redraw it all from scratch
Reorient the map
Til you can find your way back in the dark
If it can’t be reversed
Let’s negotiate the terms
Til you can find your way back in the dark
Til you can find your way back in the dark
Til you can find the path back to the start
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Attics Brooklyn, New York
Music you can sing along to if you don’t mind odd lyrics and the occasional glockenspiel.
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