1. |
Landlocked
03:58
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If happiness is what you want
you have to be direct and blunt
It’s the only way of getting anywhere
The moving parts inside your brain
will seize up and rust from rain
It’s a systematic degradation from lack of use
Involuntary climate change
will bring about acid rain,
and we’ll all be wearing umbrella hats in 20 years or so
People in the Midwest
have giant hearts inside their chests
Landlocked by cash crops
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2. |
In the Sea & Air
02:42
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{instrumental}
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3. |
Body of Water
04:50
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It’s imprinted on your bones
everything you learned back home
And, even what you think is wrong
stays with you when you’re gone
I don’t know anything about this
I swear I’m not like my mom
I’m optimistic
With every swallow, every heartbeat
you sense the water in your body
It’s hard to miss it
The thinking, the memories that fire
The history you compile
You save and save and save
The system, the zeroes and the ones
is where it all comes from
Is where it all comes from
The blood that runs in my veins, it gets around
The water that makes up the rain, it only knows down
The trouble with communication’s when language gets in the way
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4. |
Lines
04:30
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Words won’t be the weapons that I use on you
I have wired them before and I won’t supply the fuse
The phone won’t be the line I use to get ahold of you
I have dialed it before and I couldn’t get through
Letters I may write won’t ever get to you
But, they’re all a bunch of wrecking balls, so what’s the use?
The politics of what I say are meaningless
A fool believes a politician anyway
No, and I don’t want to fight or argue anymore
I want to be loved
No, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore
I want to be loved
I could try to pass the word through someone else
But, they’d probably try to paraphrase and mess it all to hell
Written words and messaged birds won’t get my point across
I send out all my lines, but they come back to me
Words won’t be the weapons that I use on you
I have wired them before and I won’t light the fuse.
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5. |
Chemicals
04:27
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You've got some agenda
with long-term deadlines
that you keep to no matter what you do
I think about you all the time
I think I've got you figured
with the chemicals inside your head
Hey love
I've got you on my back I'm thinking of
the chemicals
are something to be reckoned with, oh
Hey love
Do you have two dollars, love?
I've got something in between
being polite and being mean
But, you're old...you're out in the cold
with a runny nose
You think about me all the time
You think you've got me figured out
with the chemicals inside your head
Hey love
I've got you on my back I'm thinking of
the chemicals
are something to be reckoned with, oh
Hey love
Do you have two dollars, love?
Well, do you love?
That's what she said...
do you love?
You're not fooling anybody
especially me, especially me
I'll probably see you in the morning
and fight you off at night
The trouble with the plans you're making
is that they're not quite right
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6. |
Breathing Light
03:53
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The air that sits in your lungs
in your empty space
It fills you up and you conduct
electricity
Oh, the muscles and tendons and water
move currents
and they carry you back to me
You’ve been reading every book on positivity
Half the point of all of this getting what you need
I don’t want to hear about the possibility
The fluctuations in your body keep you neck straight
and your posture upright. Your lungs fill up.
And they keep you walking straight in the night or in the day
and your measurements can’t be off
You’ve been seeing everything in blue and green and red
Half the point of coming home is knowing what you had
I don’t want to be the one to say that this is it
You can feel it now if you breathe in
You have no idea what it’s doing to you
You will find you can’t control your
pulse or where your eyes are moving
Innocence is what you’re losing, oh…
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7. |
Gasoline
06:08
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Circumstances as they are I’m grateful
You took chances, bent your back in my defense
All your clothes still smell like gasoline
Turpentine and fingernail grease
Nobody knows how I feel
because they haven’t hurt to such a degree
Nobody bandages things up like you
Hospitals and medication run-around
Faith put in a government run aground
Photo albums filled with divorce and christmas trees
Every grinding gear of this family
Nobody knows how I feel
because they haven’t put a faith in you
Nobody has the memory
of the hole put in the hallway that you patched up
Circumstances as they are I’m grateful
All your clothes still smell like gasoline
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8. |
The General
03:56
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A variance to see me smile
The evidence is painted by my eyes
The times belie the other side
The worry lines imply
No stake put in the words
It’s better to be seen than to be heard
I find the line beside being trite has been a bit obscured
Now and again I feel itch for taking flight
A scratch and I’m off chasing the sun
The fear is enough to hold me above the fear inside
A second chance to see me dance
My way across a second-story lie
With the end in sight, a burning light on all the shit I’ll buy
Foremost of my flaws
To worry on effect despite the cause
It’s not about the where, but getting there that warrants my applause
Whatever to win is seemingly the mantra of our times
But, ours is not a race meant to be won
With our head in the clouds I’ll chasing my dreams a while
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9. |
Yes Yes Yes
04:09
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When something gets in your head and you don’t know,
but you just might be on to something
The extended hand of a shoulder rubbing man
who thinks he might be on to something
No, I believe there’s a thing or two going right
with the equation and the process
Yes Yes Yes!
Isn’t that the answer you were looking for?
Yes Yes Yes!
Then, that’s the answer you’ll get
What did you say, what did you say?
It doesn’t matter anyway
The hands that you’ve been shaking and the faces you’ve been faking
are gonna give you away
I’m lookin’ through you, I’m lookin’ through
Oh, oh…I’m lookin’ through
You better be sure your words are comin’ out right
And the philosophical intrusion?
It really gets you down
How could that get you down?
Yes Yes Yes!
Isn’t that the answer you were looking for?
Yes Yes Yes!
That’s not the answer you’ll get
‘cause you’d be puttin’ words in my mouth
puttin’ words in my mouth
puttin’ words in my mouth
puttin’ words in my mouth
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10. |
Wooden Houses
05:04
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Where we are we probably figured out
there's nothing to talk about.
It's all semantic.
A wooden house with windows that slide with rope
might be the antidote for leaving the Midwest.
Happiness, oh it's in your mouth.
It's consonants and vowels in the words you're choosing.
And the phrasing that you're using,
oh, it makes all the difference.
I can't get in if you don't breathe out.
I think too hard and I talk too loud.
I love you, I need you...
Oh, where we are
we've probably figured out
there's nothing to talk about when we're in a panic.
Oh, happiness...oh, it's in your mouth.
It's consonants and vowels in the words you're choosing.
I can't get in if you don't let out.
I think too quick and I talk too loud.
You want words now I can't annunciate.
You've got a response but it's too late.
Carefully constructed.
Attention to detail.
Alright I give up.
The lines on your face are road maps to your brain.
This is how hunger strikes begin.
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