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The Great E
03:59
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Math, Fact and Love
04:21
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Summer time and the clouds thin out in the evening
And the colors deep reflecting in the sky
I remember your face on those long city nights
Remember in your eyes that light
It began with a miscommunication
Like whisper down the alley but something went foul
Time was the factor and we were racing
To think we've got what we have now
And it blows my mind when it tries to grind
Our love to pure math and fact
And I've never been caught tryin so damn hard
To be so true to myself
Cause this life that was mine has now become ours
We're living in a free-form dance
I wake up in the morning and it's cold out
But I'm wrapped up in the blanket of your skin
It seems these months have melted into always
To think we once knew not what we have now
Chorus
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3. |
Sitting In The Back
04:15
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I was sitting in the back, doin the mental math
Trying to figure out
How much longer I had to sit there
Cause my feet are tired, my ass is sore
My mind is numb from the conversation
I've got a million other things on my mind
Like poverty and the fight against starvation
But they're one tracked in on Ralph Lauren
With their collar popped
They're drowning in their indignation
Well you know I've tried in so many ways
To find a reason for what I'm doing
It's a mystery to me why I'm sitting here
What the hell do I think I'm proving
Give me a time and reason
Give me a lesson, life is for learning
I want to grow to the bounds of infinity
Fill up a nation with my energy
I was staring at the stars
Mumbling to myself
Just thinking about life as a constellation
And how we project ourselves onto everything
That's when I came to the realization
It's like instinctively they're all basically
Terrified and afraid of being alone
And so collectively they're losing their ability
To maintain control
Well you know I've tried in so many ways
To find a reason for what I'm doing
It's a mystery to me why I'm sitting here
What the hell do I think I'm proving
Give me a time and reason
Give me a lesson, life is for learning
I want to grow to the bounds of infinity
Fill up a nation with my energy
She looks at me with those bright eyes
I know I have no need to fight
She looks at me with those bright eyes
I know I see the light
Give me a time and reason
Give me a lesson, life is for learning
I want to grow to the bounds of infinity
Fill up a nation with my energy
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4. |
Suburbia In E Minor
04:29
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It seems like whenever I turn around
In this young-adult, suburbanite town
I find myself stuck in an empty void
Stripped of emotion to a shapeless core
It's numbness pervasive, it invades my soul
Even surrounded by all these people I know
Conversation is useless in this magic show
As I struggle to hang on to my drowning soul
A beacon of light signals a distant shore
As I summon my might to touch land once more
I heave my body on to the ground
It feels good to lie next to you in the sand
Baby you mean more than any of that to me
They remind me of death and yet you inspire me
To reach down inside and live my life fully
Cause with you I'm as alive as I can be
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Improfulous
03:47
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6. |
Love Song For America
05:32
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This is a little love song for the country that I live in
The United States, The United States of America
What a cozy little place, a wide open space
A hole in the face of the planet, the states of America
The Colorado Rockies, boulder garden heavens
Desert skies at sunset that stretch into forever, America
The rivers and lakes, the streams and the plains
Lying on the beach I'm entirely amazed, it's a miracle
Heaven came down to the earth
Still there are so many places where I feel alive
As long as I am breathing yes I know I will survive
And if I don't stop moving I'll be there when I arrive
Cause I cannot contain my love or keep myself in line...
...Because I am alive
Great plains, great lakes, great plains, great lakes
Great men I guess you could say that, but not about our president
Let us not confuse the man for the machine
For he is just a figure-head of this right-wing regime
Dancing to the strings the pull, the heads of corporations
As money's speaking louder than good actions or intentions
I wish it could be different but that's the way it is
Here in America
Still there are so many places where I feel alive
As long as I am breathing yes I know I will survive
And if I don't stop moving I'll be there when I arrive
Cause I cannot contain my love or keep myself in line...
...Because I am alive
This has just been a little ode to my country melody
The United States, The United States
The road to change is not paved and it's not lined with diamonds
Still there are so many places where I feel alive
As long as I am breathing yes I know I will survive
And if I don't stop moving I'll be there when I arrive
Cause I cannot contain my love or keep myself in line...
...Because I am alive
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7. |
Late Nite TV
04:12
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I'm watching tv and they're steeling the gold again
The black men and white men, fallin' in the roles again
And I know it's just late nite tv
It's typical bullshit you know I'm talking cops and robbers shit
Pundit in a suit stick and strings just a puppet
And i know it's just prime time tv
And love is in the back room mixing margaritas
With her eyes on fire sayin' she doesn't need us
I try to tell her it's just for the moment
That this all will pass
She says, it's not you its me, or maybe it's just all of them
But last week I hit the bottom and now I'm sleeping with my best friend
And I know it's just a soap opera
She pours me a drink and we walk out on the back porch
Stare at the stars and confess that we are fucked up
And I know it's just reality tv
And love is in the bathroom puking margaritas
Cus she drank too much of what she wouldn't feed us
I hold her hair back as she burns through the night
Tell her it'll be alright
And all my travellings lead me onwards
And all my anger it ties me down
And all my madness is my sanity
Cus you've been drivin' too long today
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