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Love Grows
03:34
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I'm gonna give up the smokes
But when it happens I'll let you know
Until the suns are goin cold
Galaxies are gonna bless my soul
A train station in my coming days waits
And I'm already late, I gotta pick up the pace
Because you never gonna know
When it's time to go
My dreams are hangin by piano strings
It gets so easy, to feel just a little more tired
Than what was already so
Steppin back every now and then I know
It looks like it’s passin by, but it's just dancin on
I wanna watch it grow
Love grows, and we’re tryin to figure out the way it goes
Love grows, from every corner of your soul
Love grows, and we’re just tryin to figure out the way it goes
Love grows, from every corner of your soul
From every corner of our souls
Every day until you're lovin no more
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2. |
Terms of Service
04:38
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I'm old enough to remember when we didn't all use tinder to get it on
And the page was just a fun way to rally your friends for Saturday
And if we even knew how many ways the page would turn our days into a raging storm
we probably might have stayed out of this space and been spared our data overlords
We clicked through the terms of service not caring how they stored and sold us
and now we’re fighting an information civil war how have we fallen so low, so far
I see you droolin bout some second civil war
But we all know that there’s no future anymore
I know you think that you wont pay the price for hate
Someday you’ll wake and realize that it’s too late to change
And you always must remember, you gotta keep your ember nice and warm
You got enough to worry about within your by and by without them infowaves
I'm old enough to remember as recent as just last December we could leave our homes
And the page was just a way to pass an uneventful moment of a busy day
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3. |
Cosmic Barbecue
03:21
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Drove through a cloud of smoke, mesquite in my clothes, the aroma was enough to make a hungry man go mad
The bucket seat’s got cracks and the windows don’t roll up, this goddamn old car done a half a million miles
Ghosts in the rearview mirror, giving me the sneer, all snouts and horns and hooves and flies and wild eyes
Smoke curls out from their split sides, like fingers making way around my mind, and I start to drool, it's some barbeque.
I’m barbecue too... and probably you as well
I’m barbecue, and you are too
I pull over at a stand, where a devil of a man asks what I'll be having and I reel into some devil of myself
My passengers moan, and snort and groan back in my ride, as I study what this man has manifested with his hands
My tongue is hangin out, my nose is twitchin like a dog’s, my eyes have gone pure void, the devil is annoyed
I check the time and notice there's a line, right behind me and the grumbling has begun it won’t be long before the guns... barbecue
Know what you want, pick it out, get outta the way
You eat this time, get eaten next time
The brisket jiggles like a mold, I’ll take some to go, I hear my voice say from very far away
Let's do a rack, no, 2, and make it naked as the hog that gave its life and died for me and you, to barbecue and chew
The only apparition not waiting in the car for the ride home is Mr Chicken so let's pile some of that on
Some ticklers and some sides and then we're through and I jump in my old ride and head on home to you, with some barbeque
You eat this time, get eaten next time
That’s what we’re havin
You might eat this time, or get eaten next time
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4. |
Overlords Are Lordin
03:13
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Well, I’m stone coldin @ the yam but there’s no way I’d follow him
It’s 2AM, you know I’m gonna go all in
The horror show is real, I’m pressin F for the kids
But the shrinking middle class just went and flipped their fuckin lids
The old 401K, just ticked a notch the other day
Hope to cash out before they piss it all away
The overlords are lordin
Billionaires are hoardin
Folks they aren’t affordin
To pay for room and boardin
And if that day arrives and you just got too god damn old
You can’t hold down a job and you could die from common cold
The banker took the house so they put you in a home
The bills are piling up and in your TV they bang on
Your social security, they’re gonna blow it all away
But Grandma here’s an iPhone, a brand new reality!
Oh, the overlords are lordin
Our data their importin
Hatreds are exportin
Discordin and accordin to
The overlords are lordin
Workin on supportin
Anything awardin them
The overlords are lordin
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5. |
No One Lets Me Down
03:51
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I fell in love in a dream
I wake up slowly, slowly
I try to go back to sleep
I don’t wanna be lonely, lonely
She asked me what did I see
And I swear my heart was pounding
Then she began to recede
As the alarm was soundin
No one knows how no one lets me down
Except yours truly
No one knows how no one lets me down
The disappointment in me
Oh, it is mine solely
And every one that I’ve seen
Didn’t find me worthy
With every heavy heart beat
I know it’s fast approachin
If constellations will meet
Will anyone even find me?
No one knows how no one lets me down
Except yours truly
No one knows how no one lets me down
No one knows how no one lets me down
I’ve set you all free
No one knows how no one lets me down
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6. |
Genghis Khan
03:05
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The virgin daughter of a Mongol chief
Awoke at night illuminated in sun beams
It had been told that she’d deliver a king
Who would destroy his every enemy
Destroy his every enemy
Upon the land he set his armies roughshod
Annihilation as a punishment from God
Strangle the rivers, sow the earth with salt
Consume or ruin, enslave or slaughter
Enslave or slaughter
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7. |
Use Me Up Until I'm Gone
04:04
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Use me up until I’m gone, you don’t have to ask what’s wrong
cuz I know it won’t be long, before you’re livin in this song
Use me up until I’m gone
Use me up until I’m gone, who you gonna count on?
cuz I know it won’t be long, before you’re livin in this song
Use me up until I’m gone
You’re gettin right up in my place, you’re gettin all up in my face
I’m gettin pretty sick of the case, being kicked around in my own place
You walk right through my door, trackin mud all over the floor
You’re drinkin and you wanna drink more, and all you got in store
is to give me the old what-for
Use me up until I’m gone, you don’t have to ask what’s wrong
cuz I know it won’t be long, before you’re livin in this song
Use me up until I’m gone
Use me up until I’m gone, you spent all night at the bar
And you brought the whole gang along, it’s almost 2 o’clock in the morn
Use me up until I’m gone
You’re goin through my cabinetry, you gotta belly that you want me to feed
Help yourself if it’ll make ya free, I probably should be sleeping
The next day I’m out in my bare feet, pickin up trash that you threw in the street
And the only funny thing, after that late-night drawn-out scene
The asshole is me
And the only funny thing, after the black-outs and the stains
The asshole is me
And the only funny thing, after the cigarette burns and the grief
The asshole is me
The only funny thing: I’m the asshole
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And I’m driving really fast in my car now
And the wind is blowing through her hair
She knows she’ll never leave me
I’m driving really fast in the air
We started up back at the house
I was coming home end of the week
He was getting up off of the couch
She was telling me it’s not what I think
And I’m driving really fast in my car now
And the wind is blowing through her hair
She knows she’ll never leave me
I’m driving really fast in the air
I told her that she couldn’t deceive me
I knew that she was carrying on
Every day as I was working
She was flingin’ with a fella named Ron
And I’m driving really fast in my car now
And the wind is blowing through her hair
She knows she’ll never leave me
I’m driving really fast in the air
Driving really fast in the air!
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9. |
Dyin All The Time
05:56
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You say, you gotta have a savior
And feel, the power of your god
And be saved, from one that is your neighbor
And compel, the holy caveats
It can’t be me
We’re dyin all the time
We say, that love is all that matters
We're just waves, atomic cosmonauts
We can't claim, a higher comprehension
We can't say, we're not among the stars
We can be free
We’re dyin’ all the time
Dyin all the time
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10. |
Hwy Bound (for Curly)
02:37
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On Sunday mornin they always said
Gotta know them verses up and down
Don’t want that number across your head
When the seals have come unbound
And now I’m workin 12 hours a day
Smiling in an ocean of frowns
One of these days I’m gonna catch that break
And get this ball o’ rubber unwound
There ain’t a nice folk in this town
Is there a sign on my forehead stating that I’m a clown?
Can’t call nobody a friend I think I’m gonna head out
Oh, I’m feelin so lowdown
It won’t be long before I’m highway bound
Saturday mornin I was wakin up late
Turn the TV on, volume down
But still the words are tickin across the screen
Adversaries all around
Went to the store to get a couple o’ things
Buddy then I got shot down
I realized it’s all a weight and a string
And then the lights went out
There ain’t a nice folk in this town
Is there a sign on my forehead stating that I’m a clown?
Can’t call nobody a friend I think I’m gonna head out
Oh, I’m feelin so lowdown
It won’t be long before I’m highway bound
With every song, there a little less doubt
It won’t be long before I’m highway bound
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11. |
Us vs Them
04:19
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Old man Sam’s just a wringin his hands, all day wondering why
his homeland can’t be great again, he feels like he’s hung out to dry
Old Sam knows, because the radio in his brand new Cadillac ride
Is playing the show on the station he knows will amplify what he’s feelin inside
It's my morning blend, a dose of Fox and friends
Its us vs them, us vs them, us vs them, us vs them
No matter how they pretend, they're not Americans
It's us vs them, us vs them, us vs them, us vs them
Sam slams his hands on the steering wheel again, he remembers a simpler time
when in one hand Harry Callahan held a Smith & Wesson 29
Old Sam knows, because the radio host says he’s gonna lose his goddamn rights
To the liberals and them not like him, Sam’s losing his goddamn mind
It's my morning blend, a dose of Fox and friends
Its us vs them, us vs them, us vs them, us vs them
No matter how they pretend, they're not Americans
It's us vs them, us vs them, us vs them, us vs them
Old man sam is looking up to a man who says he’s gonna make things right
He ain’t PC and now sam feels free, once again it’s ok to be white
His grandkids wonder why old Sam is voting against their whole lives
Grandma’s strong man totalitarian is ushering in a revolutionary right wing whitelash
It's my morning blend, a dose of Fox and friends
Its us vs them, us vs them, us vs them, us vs them
No matter how they pretend, they're not Americans
It's us vs them, us vs them, us vs them, us vs them
Let em believe that it's them vs them, they'll never see that we’re we’re robbing em blind
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12. |
What is Real
04:09
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Real, real, real... What is real?
The man who reads the news, he tells me how to feel
Any time of day, I turn it on and pray
The enemy they say, won’t take it all away
There’s only wrong or right, unless the other side
Is worse within the eyes of the news from which I subscribe
Oh real, real, real... What is real?
What’s real is not as real as what I feel
Real, real, real… What is real?
Some people in my life, have lost their old appeal
The man in my TV, says they want to take from me
My promised liberty, my old society
There’s only wrong or right, unless the other side
Is worse within the eyes of the news to which I ascribe
My real, real, real.. What is real?
What’s real is not as real as what I feel
Real, real, real... What is real?
The man who reads the news, he tells me how to feel
Real, real, real... What is real?
What’s real is not as real as what I feel
What’s real is not as real as what I feel
What’s real is not as real as what I feel
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Shaun the Loud Lincoln, Nebraska
Lincoln, Nebraska person who writes songs and makes them into tracks
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