1. |
Commotion
05:15
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Commotion
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There was a young lad
Lived with his mom and dad
You wanna hear noise you know you really want to
You gotta hear noise you know you really want to
You wanna hear noise you know you really got to
You gotta hear noise you know you really got to
He knew a lot about a small space
He had noise come slap him in the face
So he did not know time or place
Got to
Want to
You wanna make noise you know you really want to
You gotta make noise you know you really want to
You wanna make noise you know you really got to
You gotta make noise you know you really got to
He
Heard
Music
(Ms. Python: "Why do you kids always have to make such a commotion?")
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2. |
Superthundercrash
05:56
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3. |
Buca
04:15
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Buca
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From your mouth
Invisible clown lips move
One and the same
The restaurant and his stage name
Beppo, Beppo...
Beppo___
Glimpse the obsession
Then hide the regression
There are already plans in place
In the basement
Innocent eater
At lunch from his job
I am witness to the horror
A hit from an imagined mob
From his mouth
Soft words
Before the shouting began
He never even ran
Beppo, Beppo...
Beppo___
Blood, wine or tomato sauce,
No one can distinguish the three
You'd better have another drink
To look again and see
If what you think you saw
Was really what you thought you saw
And if it was all really true
("Raow")
Glimpse the aggression
That led to the transgression
All could see the plan taking place
In the basement
From their mouths
Lips shape the words
That cannot begin to tell
Just how far
This clown
Fell__
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4. |
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Should Have Known It Was Dead
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Empty spaces
Void of faces
Wouldn't you know
Out of all the places
It would be here
Should have known it was dead
Cracks in the streets
Nobody speaks
There's no sound, no music,
No feel, no beat
Definitely not here
Should have known it was dead
Broken glass
It's in the past
It'd be better if you
just didn't ask
What happened here?
Should have known it was dead
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5. |
Warm
04:01
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Warm
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Stop, stare
It fills up the air
Is it just me?
Do they hear what i see?
If you looked right here
You could lose your fears
And maybe it's a comforting form
And maybe it keeps you warm
Time designned to find your mind
Time refined to fill your mind
Time is mine to find
If you looked right here
You could lose your fears
Maybe it's the attractive form
Maybe it makes you warm
Walking home in the cold
You see the lights ahead
Coming in from the storm
Go to the fire to get warm
If you looked right here
You could lose your fears
Maybe the strength will form
Maybe you're getting warm
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6. |
Shaggy
03:02
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Shaggy
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The way your face is looking saggy
Reminds me of something raggedy
Like a doll, but your eyes are baggy
Keepin' time, but the beats are draggy
Still you're not concerned
With the way your candle burns
To the middle from both ends
Do you consider yourself your friend?
You've got a dog, but her name is Maggie
So tell me why they call you "Shaggy"
Playing with time, but the beats are draggy
Is it because of that fat, little baggie?
The slow motion turns
A gradual burn
What's coming 'round the bend?
- It could be the end.
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7. |
Leaving In The Evening
01:41
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8. |
Water Boiled
05:17
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Water Boiled
==========
The air I breathe
Is poison to me
But still i breathe all the same
An endless search
For life on Earth
Wishing it was just a game
Lots of sound
But no one around
Children's rhymes
Seem to pass the time
Bored depression
Is hard to beat
I drink my water boiled
Even that is spoiled
let alone everything I eat
It's hard to relax
Waiting on surprise attacks
Emotions like wax
I start seeing the cracks
Far past logic and facts
Still I've gotta watch my back
Lots of sound
but no one around
I don't know about
A thousand years from now
Or a hundred or even just one
When things go this way
It's a welcome day
When the Earth gets swallowed by the sun
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9. |
Hidden Drive
04:18
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Hidden Drive
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Half a day off in another week
So many questions that never speak
Earplugs might just ruin the taste
Of the solid sculpture reduced to paste
Fell to the concrete
From the sky
Rising from his knees
With a hidden drive
Half a day off in an unending week
The devil in the details that no one speaks
Earplugs might just ruin the taste
Of the solid sculpture reduced to paste
Fell to her knees
From the sky
Rising from the concrete
With a hidden drive
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10. |
Sexpot
03:25
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11. |
Boxes
02:36
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Boxes
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Building boxes,
Got to build the boxes
We're a higher animal,
We leave the dirt behind
Carpet and four walls
Are what we have in mind
Fixtures, frames and furniture
Add our own design
Build the boxes,
We've got to build more boxes
The roof and the windows
Will keep out the elements
No insects or intruders
Are all added benefits
Everyone wants their own place,
Either castle or tenement
What do you think, wood grows on trees?
Just pick the apple 'cause it's free?
Might work for them, but not you and me.
Why can't we just walk away and
Let it be?
All these people must have a place;
Doesn't matter if this leaves no empty space.
Everyone needs a baby with a matching face
As long as we keep this up, there won't
Be a trace.
Building boxes,
Build more boxes
Do you have a place with a spiral stair?
Maybe a home always recirculating air?
Just make sure to give it that personal flair.
Why don't you just put that couch over there?
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12. |
Distraction
03:15
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Distraction
=========
Endless advertisements
Filled with truths half full
It's reached saturation
They're pushing while they pull
Rain falling down til everybody drowns
So many traps, kind of makes you
Feel like you might - snap
I can reach a state
Where I dread interaction
Not out of hate - just overloaded
To distraction
Complex infractions
When criminals use the laws
Then they vanish behind a clause
And take a bow at the applause
You're losing traction,
Falling to distraction
Constant interruptions
Never a word to the wise
If I can't see behind it,
At least I see the disguise
Getting cut down pound for pound
Stuck and jammed, kind of makes you
Feel like you've been - slammed
I can reach a state
Where I dread interaction
Not out of hate, just overloaded
To distraction
What's your' distraction?
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13. |
Keep My Word
03:01
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Keep My Word
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You listen, but with no response
As I talk about things I never seem to do
A tell-tale smirk behind those eyes
Because you know right now,
I have no follow-through
Why can't I ever do as I say?!
Why do I promise everyday?!
Why is it that I have no shame?!
Why am I so fucking lame?!
If only I would just get off my ass
There's so much that I want to do
Why do I keep repeating the past?
I guess it's just because
I'm not in the mood
Keep my word
Keep my word
Keep my word
I might be ready for a change of pace
Maybe for once I'll keep my word
Can't stand dropping out of the race
Sick and tired of looking absurd
Keep my word
Keep my word
Keep my word
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14. |
Wish Away
03:21
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Wish Away
=========
Wish away the endless night
Concentrate and all is bright
Who are you but the setting sun?
What remains when the day is done?
Only the clear evening sky
A billion stars, a billion eyes
Wish away the endless day
The thrashing winds, the leaves in fray
Who are you in the morning's dawn?
What is seen when the dark is gone?
Hiding in the clear, star-filled sky
A billion eyes, a billion "why"s
It's only a wish away
It's only a wish away
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