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Colorado Green
03:27
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Face against the glass
Looking outward
An ancient overpass
Stretching upward
A sea of billboard ads
Exploiting buzzwords
A thousand gray smokestacks
Painted cuss words
Colorado Green
Ohio fireflies
Carolina planes
In California skies
Fingers on the wheel
Tapping code words
Hard enough to feel
Reflecting backwards
A sea of girls in plaid
Exploding outwards
Tattoos on their backs
Foreign fluff words
Colorado Green
Ohio fireflies
Carolina planes (Arizona lights)
In California skies
I’m going after the deep instructions
Prepare yourself for the downpour
And 10 years after The Deconstruction
I’m coming back for an encore
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2. |
Paperback Gatsby
03:13
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I don’t mind the neon lights
The service signs, the gloomy weather
I don’t mind the microscopic size of existential life
It makes me feel better
I’m alright, the traffic signs reflecting my headlights
The imitation leather of my seats
And the rain-slick streets, and all the things I keep
To make me feel better
A paperback Gatsby
A gas station magazine
A paper cup of coffee
I wish I made my own caffeine
I don’t like the billboard stars, the other cars
The freeway numbers
I pass up all the darkest bars to sit in dining cars
While the city slumbers
A paperback Gatsby
Spine broken on my knee
A bitter cup of coffee
I wish I made my own caffeine
I hope Daisy slows down this time
Oh Daisy, slow down
And I pray he gives up the green light
This old sport could sure use him around
A paperback Gatsby
A gas station magazine
A paper cup of coffee
I wish I made my own caffeine
A paperback Gatsby
Spine broken on my knee
A bitter cup of coffee
I wish I made my own caffeine
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3. |
Greys
02:42
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This is not the light I choose to lift up
Clear into the sky
This is nothing like Reticulum
But clearly it’s a sign
If the space out there is bare
What ever brought them here
With the grace to save us all?
Well, I know what I saw
But if I have to shut my mouth, then that’s alright
This is not the steady ground I built us
Back when I was shy
But it kills me when you whisper that you love me
Like a spy
The space out there is bare
Whatever keeps you here
When the Greys enslave us all
‘cause I know what I saw
But if I have to shut my mouth, then that’s alright
This is not the steady ground I built us
Back when I was shy
But it kills me when you whisper that you love me
Like a spy
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4. |
Make It Good
02:51
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You were first, but I was last
Every weekend in a motel
I'd had it worse
You had it best
Every Sunday
But I won't tell
It hurts, falling down on my face
It hurts, you turn me off and on
It hurts, to watch you on the weeknights
It hurts, you string us both along
You were first, but I was last
Yeah, I was weakened
I didn't mind
I want it slow
You want it fast
Like I could keep you
For all time
It hurts, falling down on my face
It hurts, you turn me off and on
It hurts, to watch you on the weeknights
It hurts, you string us both along
This is nice, but this is wrong
(I was last)
This is nice, but this is wrong
(I was last)
This will be the last thing that you do to me
So make it good
This will be the last thing that you do to me
So make it good
(I've had enough running around)
This will be the last thing that you do to me
So make it good
(I've had enough running around)
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5. |
Alaska
03:06
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Well, when you said this thing was your fault
You were so far off
With my quarter-century of close calls
Does it all add up?
The different words you call me
I’ve got a face for every one
Then when I drove us to Alaska
We were so hard up
That I’d clear my throat, and I would ask ya
“Where do you get off?”
‘cause your old flames are calling
And I’ve got two for every one
We sleep in borderline motels
And we wake up to railroad bells
And we can get along so well
For a while…
And then I call you from a payphone
But you don’t pick
So I try again, ‘cause you said you’d stay home
And I won’t give up
I’ve got a stack of quarters
And I won’t quit until they’re gone
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6. |
All My Jackets
02:59
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On mountain passes, running out of gas
Would you come looking for me?
On desert plains, in the single lane
Would you come looking for me?
I know I’m out of place
But don’t remind me
If I get lost in the middle states
Would you come find me?
In vacant lots of abandoned shops
Would you come looking for me?
In traffic stops with crooked highway cops
Would you come looking for me?
I know I’m out of shape
But don’t remind me
If I get lost in this middle eight
Would you come find me?
I got to Gallup
The sky got redder
Then I hit Dallas
And things got wetter
A brand new suitcase
Full of sweaters
‘Cause all my jackets
Fit you better
On mountain passes running out of gas
Would you come looking for me?
I’m looking for you
I’ll keep an eye out
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7. |
Rachel City Limits
03:54
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Glass seems to fall around
The corners of my nose
Broken into quarter notes
With stems and heads that glow
Plastic and porcelain
Are soaking through my clothes
The past seems to pool around
The borders of our home
And it’s raining
From clouds in my blood
I am raining
And I’m soaking it up
I won’t lie
Scabs seems to form around
The water in my throat
I choke it back and swallow down
The only way I know
A classic endorphin rush
Is coursing through my bones
Like last-ditch coordinates
On the borders of Unknown
And it’s raining
From clouds in my blood
I am raining
And I’m soaking it up
I won’t lie
I’m in Rachel
And I’m Dreamland-bound
(Can’t say the chase has gotten old for me)
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8. |
West of the Rockies
03:57
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I’m coming at this
I’ve got an address and I don’t even care if it’s right
Into the blackness
I’ll write in fragments by the glow of the Texaco lights
No, I don’t mind it
I never mind it, ‘til the engine spits up and stalls
I’ll get behind it
Lunch in a diner, while it gets a complete overhaul
It’s always been the hardest part for me
I bought an atlas
I put a mattress in the back of my van for the nights
I let off my brakes
And I hit the highway like a bootlegger’s son hits his wife
I’m gonna find it
I’m gonna find out why the clockmaker’s clock never stops
How does he wind it?
Where does he wind up when the weight of his pendulum drops?
It’s always been the hardest part for me
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9. |
Gold Codes
05:02
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I am on a pale blue dot
That spins in outer space
It’s crowded like a parking lot
And the cars are gaining weight
Someone is watching us
We’re taught that we are free
We’ve got a lot of holes in us
I know that you can see
But does it keep you awake at night, like me?
I never knew
Because you talk like your mouth is full
Of words you never use
I am in a bright green field
That grows in spite of man
And even with the Truth revealed
We'll toil to understand
Someone is watching us
I’ve got a guarantee
It feels like I know too much
I know that They can see
But does it keep you awake at night, like me?
I never knew
Because you talk like your mouth is full
Of words you never use
And you will pull back the cover-ups
And fall back to sleep
You’ve got a hell of a head there, kid
I hope they let you keep
Does it keep you awake at night, like me?
I never knew
Because you talk like your mouth is full
Of words you never use
And you will pull back the cover-ups
And fall back to sleep
You’ve got a hell of a head there, kid
I hope you never lose
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10. |
Tonopah
05:43
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We left the promised land in search of inner peace
We never found it, but we lost a lot of sleep
In my reflection, I see bags under my eyes
But you swear it’s just a trick, you pump me full of lies
So I drive to Tonopah, I need a place to hide
You drive to Fiddletown, you’ve got a funny side
We left perdition on a quest for Greater Truth
We never found it, but you got some cool tattoos
In two directions, we set out with no supplies
But you swear it’s just for kicks, I’m always so uptight
‘Cause this is the crater that was left by Trinity
And this is the plaza where they blew up Kennedy
And if you shut your mouth
If you try to listen
If you plot it out
If you pay attention
Then you can draw the lines
You can see the fiction
You can hear The Hum
of The Big Connection
But I don’t want to push if you don’t want to see
And who could blame you now?
Jesus, have a look at me...
We took the back roads, and we slept out in the dark
Took turns at driving, we were too afraid to park
With some reflection, I guess that's where our love died
To be frank, geography was never on our side
This is the secret base where flying saucers fly
But I know you don't care, we've got bigger fish to fry
'cause I'm just a cancer on your optimistic mind
And you're not the answer to my fatalistic whine
But if you shut your mouth
If you try to listen
If you plot it out
If you pay attention
Then you can draw the lines
You can see the fiction
You can hear The Hum
of The Big Connection
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