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Daylight Savings
04:41
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It’s been thirteen months and nothing’s changed but my socks
If only I had the power to turn back the clocks
Or maybe spring ahead, to see what I’d find
But with daylight savings, I’m always wishing to rewind
You know, all this waiting, it really takes its toll
I could get up from this sleeping, but I’ve been on such a roll
I’ve got this predisposition to leave it up fate
But when daylight savings rolls around, it might be too late
So let’s all tell ourselves
That we don’t need saving, no, we don’t need saving, no
So let’s all tell ourselves
We don’t need saving, no
It’s been thirteen months and I’m still curled up in a ball
None of us can remember when the summer turned to fall
We’re ripe for the picking, like apples on a tree
And I’m ready for daylight savings to come and rescue me
So let’s all tell ourselves
That we don’t need saving, no, we don’t need saving, no
So let’s all tell ourselves
We don’t need saving, no
All my life I’ve been saving up
But all those years, they’ve been burning up
You use it or you lose it, or so they say
Just don’t tell me I threw it all away
So let’s all tell ourselves
That we don’t need saving, no, we don’t need saving, no
So let’s all tell ourselves
We don’t need saving, no
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2. |
She's a Reaper
04:08
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I’m usually no alarmist
But I’ve got this sense of impending doom
I keep thinking about her
But she forgets about me as soon as I leave the room
And I guess nothing’s for certain
But I’m thinking that I’m too young to die
And though I keep trying to kiss her
If I get too close, I should kiss my soul goodbye
Oh, cause she’s a reaper
Ominously hovering, waiting for the time to strike
Oh, she seemed like a keeper
But the lady is a genuine gentleman killer, alright
Not that I consider myself an optimist
But this paranoia is pushing the extreme
I went through her clothes for any long black hooded items
And when she went into the kitchen, I could have sworn I heard somebody scream
Oh, she’s a reaper
Ominously hovering, waiting for the time to strike
Oh, and I just can’t cheat her
Because the lady is a genuine gentleman killer, alright
I found no fossils in her closet
But with a girl like her, it’s the present that hold the worst surprise
Last night I stopped by uninvited
And there she was cozying up to a couple other guys
I can’t believe my eyes
Oh, she’s a reaper
Ominously hovering, waiting for the time to strike
Oh, and I’m sinking deeper
Because the lady is a genuine gentleman killer, alright
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You and I, we grew so far apart
You and I, we grew so far apart
You grew wings and I grew a tail
To hang myself every time I fail
To fly away with you
Nothing else will do
You and I, we grew too far apart
You and I, we’re oh so different now
You and I, we’re oh so different now
You grew fingers and I grew claws
To dig in the dirt and hide all my flaws
Just don’t look at me
There’s nothing here to see
You and I, we grew too far apart
I can’t see you across the water
I just see everything we could have had
These monsters on this island, with beaks and fangs and pointy ears
Will torture me until I disappear
You’re so cool, I wish I was the same
You’re so damn cool, I wish I was the same
Natural selection, it favored you
And I’ll die alone, I ain’t nothing new
And I’m so sorry now
For not keeping you around
Cause you and I, we grew too far apart
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How am I supposed to feel?
Do I owe you any sympathy after this whole ordeal?
How was I supposed to know
That you had this other side of you when you don’t let it show
And I don’t understand the ways
You get the other boys to fall in love with you these days
And I don’t even have a clue
Why you tell yourself you don’t regret, when we both know you do
It’s been a long night, and I don’t even care
If you’re standing upright or if there’s liquor in your hair
I know you want some fun but I ain’t ever going there
Somebody else can take you home
Find somebody else to take you home
I thought I knew you pretty well
But when I took you on the town that whole perception went to hell
I don’t know where I can go from here
But the red light of that exit sign is shining pretty clear
As the music plays, you start looking worse and worse
Should I call you a cab or find the number for a hearse?
I know you’ve got some other fella’s number in your purse
Maybe that sucker’ll take you home
Find somebody else to take you home
And I’m sure you think that you’ll never be denied
But someday they’re gonna recognize just how hard you tried
I think that L train driver’s looking to take you for a ride
At least he’s getting paid to take you home
Find somebody else to take you home
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5. |
I Did All I Could
05:15
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Make my bed and tuck me in
I hope that I don’t dream of you
If I play dead, maybe your ghost
Will give up haunting me the whole night through
I’m at a point that I could go away
If only you would
So loosen those lips and clear your throat
And tell me I did all I could
Tell me I did all I could do for you
I did all I could do for you
I did all I could do for you
Half a heart, is all you gave me
Always keeping me in dark
But if you’re so smart, then you ought to know
That half a heart is just a question mark
You’re a pretty girl, but you’re not worth all of this
If only I had understood
That you had no knife to cut the cord
So now tell me I did all I could
Tell me I did all I could do for you
I did all I could do for you
I did all I could do for you
I think it’s better off this way
And I know that I’ll know that someday
But all I can see today
Is every time I couldn’t make a play
So if you could just send me on my way
And tell me I did all I could
Tell me I did all I could do for you
I did all I could do for you
I did all I could do for you
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6. |
Filters
03:13
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When I look at you, all I can see
Is just how blind my eyes can be
Seeing things that could have been true
But all of these filters, they filter out the real you
Plodding along, I see names that I’ve known
On all of these signs I pass on my way home
The streets all around, they are vibrant and warm
But through the filters, all I see is an oncoming storm
All I want to do is stay out of sight
If I run into you, it’ll flatten my night
And I’m telling myself that I’ll work it out
But these filters, they fill up my head full of doubt
Then I sit down with you, and I know nothing’s wrong
I can see through the filters I’ve had up for so long
If I retune the settings and change a few wires
I can filter out all but my deepest desires
If I retune the settings and change a few wires
I can filter out all but my deepest desires
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7. |
Happy Turkeys
02:54
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We’re like two happy turkeys on the day before Thanksgiving
We don’t know how fortunate we are to be among the living
We don’t have the nicest plumage, we’re a little underfed
But those folks with silly hats are gonna rip us both to shreds
She’s just the kind of woman that I didn’t know I needed
All my notions of a pretty girl she slowly superseded
She don’t wear those neon stockings, she’s not covered in tattoos
When we walk the lonely avenue, all the pilgrims get all confused
We’re like two happy turkeys on the day before Thanksgiving
We don’t know how fortunate we are to be among the living
We don’t have the nicest plumage, eating all this dried up grass
But those folks with silly hats are gonna blunderbuss our ass
When she wakes up in my sweatpants, she don’t need a change of clothes
When I go out in her sweatshirt, I’m hoping that nobody knows
That while she’s fearless toward the carving knife and all its worn cliché
I pray to all the turkey gods for strength to walk that lonely way
We’re like two happy turkeys on the day before Thanksgiving
We don’t know how fortunate we are to be among the living
We don’t have the nicest plumage, we’re a little underfed
But those folks with silly hats are gonna rip us both to shreds
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8. |
Wedding Ring
04:30
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I am uncertain of
Whether you think of love
I sit alone tonight
Hoping you’re tucked in tight
Alone
The weather thinks it’s fine
But yours beats the hell out of mine
I know you’re perfect in the rain
Don’t let the sunlight cause you pain
Alone, alone
I’ve gotta worry cause I’m the jealous guy
But I wish I could kiss you under this cloudy sky
I’ll see you in some distant spring
Just please keep on your wedding ring
Alone
I know it’s wrong to say
But I hope you’re kept up late
To shed a tear for every single day
Like I’ve done since you’ve been away
Cause I’m alone, alone
I’ve gotta worry cause I’m the jealous guy
But I wish I could kiss you under this cloudy sky
Just close your eyes and try hear me sing
Just don’t take off your wedding ring
Cause I’m alone, alone
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Queens-Bound Train
03:29
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Leaving the platform can be a crapshoot
First look across the aisle, I know I lucked out on you
But all the same, I know I’ll be leaving empty handed
Is there any real way to talk to a girl on the subway, anyway?
Trying to man up, fighting to keep from darting off
Every time you look me in the eye
It’s a habit that’s hard for me to avoid
But there’s something intimate, like you can see the soul or something deep
And I want to reach out, I want to feel something
I want to make some kind of connection
But it’s too much to feel this way on this Queens-bound train
Feel the car shifting, back and forth
The forces that push you as I pull
I wonder if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, but probably not
Cause when you looked at me I couldn’t return the favor
And I want to reach out, I want to feel something
I want to see you in something a little more revealing
But I probably shouldn’t say that out loud on this Queens-bound train
I wish these symptoms were confined to the transit system
And I want to say I want to believe in you
But there’s so much doubt, so much doubt deep down in there
And I want to reach out, I want to feel something
I want to run away from this city with a girl like you
I don’t know you but hey, babe, it seems like you’ll do
Hey you’re all I’ve got on this Queens-bound train
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10. |
The Insomnia Song
03:11
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I want to have insomnia with you
I want to have insomnia with you
If I’m gonna be staying up this whole night through
Then I’d love to be staying up with you
You say life’s better in the sun
But when the light has said goodnight, another life has just begun
I’ve got no plans, I don’t even need romance
Just don’t let me say this day is done
I want to have insomnia with you
I want to have insomnia with you
I should hone in on melatonin, but that ain’t ever gonna do
When I could be staying up with you
I know tomorrow, you’ve got somewhere to be
But do you think you can sacrifice a couple hours’ sleep on account of me?
I know there’s more, tomorrow’s knockin’ on the door
But for now that’s just an empty guarantee
I want to have insomnia with you
I want to have insomnia with you
You can take me out till six, baby I don’t care what we do
As long as I’d be staying
As long as I’d be staying
As long as I’d be staying up with you
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11. |
Born in a Hospital Bed
05:25
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Sometimes I wish I’d been on the road for ten years
Traveled deep in the heart of America, seen all their hopes and their fears
I’d been weathered by the pain I’ve come across
Broke some hearts, had mine broken along the way
Drowning in sin, digging for salvation
Always driving toward some brighter day
But my life didn’t play like a folk song
It’d never tear at your heart
My life never set me up to play that part
Sometimes I wish I’d been a city boy from the start
Maybe sometime back in the seventies, sometime that’d make it gritty and hard
I’d have to fight through temptation and addiction
Losing friends and lovers to those streets
So when I’d name-drop Mulberry and Kenmare and Mott
You know it’d all come out so bittersweet
Cause for all the heartache, I’d know my life’s been more than complete
But my life didn’t play like a folk song
I saw that skyline from the outside looking in
My life gave me windows to see the world but no doors to get out and live
I was born in a hospital bed, not the backseat of some old rusty car
And I grew up in a suburban town, with a half-assed view of the stars
The American dream got its clutches on me
From an awkward and early age
So you can say that I haven’t really lived
That I’ve gone and stuck myself into some circus cage
Just like watching that big fancy tiger scratching his ass
Ain’t worth putting up on that center ring stage
But though my life didn’t play like a folk song
I hope that you can find something to love
Cause maybe your life was just as simple and sweet
And for you that was more than enough
I hope, for you, that was more than enough
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Jeremy Nash Brooklyn, New York
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