1. |
In Wheeling
03:01
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In Wheeling
There's no holes at all
In Wheeling
Boys stand tall
And they should've nailed it down
Above water, treading
In Wheeling
Girls look pretty
In Wheeling
Where's your city?
And we should've pinned it down
Above water, treading
In Wheeling
West Virginia
In Wheeling
Oh, America
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2. |
Ramifications
04:00
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3. |
Cubicle Movie
05:24
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I am the prodigal son of 1999
And I been chasing after martyrs
Who lived off interstates and rationed time
And died on berber carpets
And here’s the look of all that OCD
Here’s the color of your bubble
There’s the grey that we refused to see
We’re still having trouble
And it’ll come to you drunk
In the bathroom on the wall
But you can’t remember what it was
No you can’t remember, you can’t hold on to it all
And one day I’ll drain this place that’s running through me
And I know and my kids’ll know
And my dad loved watching cubicle movies
And theirs’ll know and theirs’ll know
Now I am the prodigal son of 1999
And I been chasing after martyrs
They lived off interstates and witnessed time
Made love on berber carpets
And you tried to whisper it
But you know they’ll never give a shit
Revolve back toward your silver screen
And wince, and sing, and swear that we’ll surely be free
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4. |
Goof
02:10
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You can dress it up in slacks
Put lipstick on its head
Say it all like animals until it's all been said
Dance around the fire
While your contraband expires
And when it's all dried up, you'll pour a cup until you're wired
And goof around in cemeteries
Goof around with people
If time was a murderer
I'd be a bloodhound
And I'd watch for violent hours bouncing 'round the crowd
Heard there's two ways:
The funny and the proud,
The clown dodges bullets while the coward sticks around
While I goof around in cemeteries
Goof around with people
I goof around in cemeteries
Goof around with people
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5. |
Pretty Paul
03:49
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By the way
Just came to say
We were fashion queens
Walking fast and skinny
In someone else's scheme
And I did some meditating
On everything
And I went there tall
But I came back smaller than me
We were Pretty Paul
And I walked around
Through just 'bout all your malls
And I find every time, now,
Every time I walk
You might get what you need
But you won't get what you want
By the way
Just came to say
It's happening
By the way
Just came to say
It might not be your scene, but it's happening
We were running up
Take from that what you will,
I don't give a fuck
And I did some cursing
'Bout everything
And I went there cool
But I came back less obscene
We were shooting shit
Now I can't tell
If it was the bullet or what it hits
And I find every time, now,
Every time I talk
You might hear what you need
But you won't hear what you want
By the way
Just came to say
It's happening
By the way
Stopped by to say
Well, it might not be your scene, but it's happening
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6. |
Frog
04:10
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Toadstool girls
And frog-legged guys
I am a voyeur, buddy
Dead fish in his eyes
I was the president
But I won’t go to hell
Don’t make me heaven-sent, buddy
Strung up like a bell
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
And this frog can’t meditate, buddy
And he’ll never die
Catch dead fish and roam the river
For all of time
And we can’t save those people
But it’s fun to look
And I could escape their river
If I could just shut up
The ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
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7. |
Strip Mall Parking Lot
01:55
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It was when I was dreaming, I saw my daughter
With her mom in a strip mall parking lot
I believe I remember being a dream
So here I linger; I'll be there soon
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8. |
Strip Mall Funeral
03:24
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When I die, pull yourselves together and bury me in empty space
One day beneath the place I bought my socks that I wore on my wedding day
Find that library if they’ve still kept it standing, in the corner near the VHS tapes
Cut me up, scatter me like whispers from the houses they eventually razed
Make me out to be something bigger, better, and stranger than I ever could be
Then have a burger from the local burger joint, read the will, your burger’s on me
Cause I got plans inside of plans, body reflecting light, lie beneath every tree
And when it’s gone, throw yourselves a funeral, make some love, forget about me
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9. |
Theater Hangs Empty
03:31
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And we came to you loud
With doppler it went
Groceries been a stranger
Cause you can't afford rent
And if I could just ball up
My fists and wreak nothing
Save one for my supper
Save one for your husband
As he promises tenderly that his old soul's avenged
While he crawls under machinery taking home seven cents
Well it's not that bad, but I bet you get the gist
And if you don't get it yet
I'll be green with respect or regrets
Now you make your way
Across a thousand supermarkets
With your credit on your hip
And envelopes in your apartment
And one of these hours
You'll lay down and die
Depart back to nothing
To the Westminster Chimes
And as movies pass on into some distant time
The theater hangs empty for its chosen crime
And the Shawshank rain scene on the cubicle wall
Made good men into better men
When bad men didn't stand so tall
Now I barely hold my back
Like a three-legged pooch
But I might have it worse
Hell, I've only got two
And I'll pour a bowl of oatmeal
And cry in the kitchen
Thinking 'join the fucking club,
Quit your bitching'
And it's funny how time makes fanatics of us all
Rolling on the floor, waiting for that call
It goes 'listen here, hold it up, it's only your duty'
But it keeps getting heavier
When they took away your God and your movies
And if I could reach out and grab it
I'd let your movie magic run through me
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10. |
In The Parlor
01:26
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11. |
Occasion
04:10
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I come from solitaire Midwestern worried heads
All ancestors dead
Stalks up to my neck
And we held it fragile, but what did we expect?
Dressed up like a shadow
Cause shadows never sweat
And outside the garage after a funeral, shaking hands
Slave to this forever
I dreamed you were just people
Sweat like oil in the parlor
Without your bells and whistles
And here's where they laid you down, here's where I left my home
Kick up ash like bulls
Contribute what I know
And it'd take a better man than me to fight your crimes
Rise to the occasion
Though you might not find the time
Cause Halloween has come and past
I'll pick up your crumbs
Build a thousand stories tall, do what you never could
I'll pay your tickets
Guide that burden down
And when I know I've found it, I'll plant it in your ground
In your ground
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12. |
Life As A Dollhouse
06:36
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Here we are, as in olden days
Happy golden days
And on a Christmas in the future, I love you
And my dad and I built my sister a dollhouse
With berber carpets and wood glue
I am my great-grandparents, or what's left of them
And once we were perfect
We are perfect
And every night we sleep between four walls
And I've seen bricks bend like rivers against you;
I'll see it all
And what a privilege
What a crime
Couldn't tell you what it is
But I know it's mine
Show me what you know
Of sanding down and hearing snow
And life as a dollhouse gets funny,
Losing knees and finding money
But this is not for sale
We'll be knowing each other well
When you're the carpet
And you're the time
And I'd tell you what it sounds like
If I could find the rhyme
And what a love this is
What a time
And I'll build you everything
You built me mine
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13. |
Westminster Chimes
02:12
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