1. |
The Muck
02:29
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Let's start in present tense.
I'll catch you up later, on some of the missteps,
that led me here.
Down here in the muck,
you sprint just to keep up.
In hopes that you may too,
someday,
get through.
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2. |
Peel Slow
04:32
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In the name of youth, they vowed to put themselves through Hell.
Couldn't tell them what, what they didn't know, cause they knew it all,
they always do before they die, and I still see clear
their pinhole eyes.
I was younger than the ones I used to look up to, back then,
but now I can't say the same is true, some made it out, some
forever left behind, but they still burn bright in my mind.
You've got to peel slow.
And when they went out, you know they had to cause a scene,
you should've seen them when they were in their teens,
they were beautiful, with their violence and their charm,
and they still burn bright in my heart.
I will keep a piece of them with me to this day, they will never rust
they will never fade away, they made such a noise
that it's echo will go on and on for an eternity
I said you've got to peel slow.
They'll live on forever
They'll live on forever
They'll live on forever...
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3. |
Decorating At Night
03:44
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Right around midnight we would pretend to sleep
That's when his sister showed me something I had never seen
We turned the handle slow, walked shadows to the rendezvous
Lit off the bottle rockets to bring some light to the roof
And then we were running, running away
Two in the morning, working at our trade
Decorating at night
You could hear our hearts thumping, trying to lie still
Then a little bit of booze gave our legs a lot of will
That flashlight shining nearly ran us all through
I swear we busted that window to bring out the other two
And then we were running, running away
Two in the morning, working at our trade
Decorating at night
Decorating at night. Threw the chairs in the pool, broke out the lights,
the windows too.
We dug through the sand in the ash trays to find, the ones that
weren't burnt down to the line
Decorating at night...
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4. |
Handily
03:03
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5. |
Time Blind
04:30
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Why'd everybody have to go and grow up?
Leave me stranded here, holding the cup
You know my arm's getting heavier and heavier everyday
I think I've heard all the small talk by now, all the different
combinations you could dream up to drown out
The sound of time creeping by
Creeping by
Now I'm blinded by the darkness
by the subtle art that time makes of us
Why'd everybody up and disappear?
Leave me all alone, over here
You know my heart's getting heavier and heavier everyday
I think I've heard all the small talk, by now, all the different
combinations you could dream up to drown out
The sound of time creeping by
Creeping by
Now I'm blinded by the darkness
by the subtle art that time makes of us
Time's gonna blind you
Time's gonna blind you
Time's gonna blind you
It's gonna blind you
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6. |
Riding On A Dying Horse
03:59
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Beware a man who seems beat, barely standing on his feet
Tromping through the muck, on a horse with no luck
Though it may seem at a glance, that he doesn't stand a chance
Get close and you'll feel, his blade through your heel
That's why I'm...
Riding
Why I'm riding
Why I'm riding on a dying horse
Why I'm riding on a dying horse,
Why I'm riding, riding, riding
Beware a man on the run, in a battle without a gun
Up to his neck in a flood, that's a man out for blood
Beware a predator at sleep, with it's prey at it's feet
best watch where you step, lest you feel it's breath at your neck
That's why I'm...
Riding
Why I'm riding
Why I'm riding on a dying horse
Why I'm riding on a dying horse,
Why I'm riding, riding, riding
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7. |
The Horse Itself
04:02
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With bad ears, it's hard to listen
I've got phantom toothaches, where teeth are missing
Living in a memory
Escaping reality, any chance I've got
And that's quite a lot
That's quite a lot
Not in very good health
Is the horse itself
Is the horse itself
Riding, Riding, Riding
Riding
Riding
Riding
Riding...
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8. |
Moderation
04:19
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Now you surely can't have me out there,
going 'round trying to live up to expectations
'Cause slow and steady isn't in everybody's repertoire
it's a safe ride but you don't get far
For a day, for a week, we'll get so high we can't breathe
throw caution to the sun, for a lifetime we will run from
Moderation, Moderation, Moderation, Moderation
If we could do everything under the moon, just once, a drop at
a time, we could really keep this thing moving
But we could also do a little bit more, go a little overboard
just this once we could do too much
For a day, for a week, we'll get so high we can't breathe
throw caution to the sun, for a lifetime we will run from
Moderation, Moderation, Moderation, Moderation
Well it feels so real when we're in over our heads
But we never seem to get in over our heads
Moderation, Moderation, Moderation, Moderation
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9. |
Trouble That I Found
04:55
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I was stuck in conversation, I was feigning a good time
When something in me, I couldn't ignore
Pulled me towards a situation
Towards another blurry night
As I watched my feet, walk through the door
I should've stopped, but I didn't, something kept me
stumbling through the night
Looking for some stimulation, looking for a good time
I was beating myself up, without a fight
Well here we go again, out of control again, searching for something
But it was trouble that I found...
I was off with no direction, I had no aim in mind
Just my strings being pulled through a haze
And I have no recollection, but trouble I did find
And I imagine I will for the rest of my days
I should've stopped, but I didn't, something kept me
stumbling through the night
Looking for some stimulation, looking for a good time
I was beating myself up, without a fight
Well here we go again, out of control again, searching for something
But it was trouble that I found...
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10. |
Living In A Memory
01:46
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11. |
Trying To Get Back
04:31
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Well I, ever since I could remember, I've been going for broke
I think I met my goal, a long time ago
Which was fine, when I believed my delusions,
Now I don't even have that, this clean living's a blast,
Why would I ever go back?
Well it's all coming up roses, so much so, I can't take it
I can't take it anymore, that's why I'm
Trying to get back to the way things were, but the way things are,
keep making sure I'm just trying, only trying
I'm trying to get back to the way things were, but the way things are,
keep making sure, I'm just trying, only trying
Well I thought, I was pulling on my boot straps, but it turned
out to be, the rug underneath, my weary feet
Well it's all coming up roses, so much so, I can't take it
I can't take it anymore, that's why I'm
Trying to get back to the way things were, but the way things are,
keep making sure I'm just trying, only trying
I'm trying to get back to the way things were, but the way things are,
keep making sure, I'm just trying, only trying
Oh, if I could go back i'd go today
When we still had it all to throw away
Not dead yet, Just dying
Can't go back, I know that, so in vain, here I am, I'm just trying.
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If every story comes to an end, and all stones will turn to sand
If all flesh gives way to bone
Then we're not alone
You can dress a skeleton up in skin, give it a heart and a brain
In enough time it will forget
We're all the same
We're all dressed up
Waiting
for our moment in the sun
and it will, it will come.
We're all dressed up
Waiting
for our moment in the sun
and it will, it will come.
It takes such a long time
To get somewhere good.
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