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Laundry
03:10
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The stupid door is locked on both sides
and I don't want to walk back up
the buzzer could sound anytime
so I'll just sit here staring at the wall
thinking how I never thought I'd be here now
and when it's good it's great
and when it's bad the curtain falls away
to leave the fragile naked soul
exposed and breakable
I want to be home but there's 20 more stops
a homeless man is making eyes at me
my coat is way too warm
but it's a chore to take it off
things never go fast when you want them to
and never slow down when you want to soak them in
I feel her fingers on my neck
I feel her breathing down my chest
oh how close I was and could have been
in some distant foreign time
and the endless plane ride home that let it sting
what a sorry state I'm in
as I try to pull it all apart
the moment flickers into view
watch it tumble round and round
and round, and round, and round, again
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Tallest Pawn
03:43
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See how they hollow out the world
Write bills like scripture and section it off
And we punch in, close the cash and do the rounds
And sweep up
But I want the nicest collar
The fancy letterhead
To be an inch above
To be the tallest pawn
Fighting for the scraps
On the corner office floor
There’ll be nothing left to take but I’ll want more
Wading in borrowed time
More trash on the heap
More coal on the fire
And when the dam explodes
We’ll swim in the pieces as they float their yachts
But I want the nicest car
The fancy letterhead
To be an inch above
To be the tallest pawn
Fighting for the scraps
On the corner office floor
There’ll be nothing left to take but I’ll want more
To be a precious piece
A cog in the machine
I fuel it with my blood
Take a litre out of me
If not I then someone else
So why can’t it be me?
Waiting in the wings
Marching ‘till the end
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Fading Now
03:57
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Day; leaves the marking's in the tree
again I'm trapped in purgatory
and night fall; when I'm released
to stew and toil in quiet disapointment
can I go home now?
I'm tired of this place
and every voice I hear here
can't help but feel
I'm just along for the ride
mumbling through the motions
and lately, it's all that I can see
just one less year in front of me
and last gasps and wasted energy
do we ever have control
can I go home now?
I'm tired of this place
and every voice I hear here
can't help but feel
I'm just along for the ride
mumbling through the motions
and something has been troubling
the greyed in surroundings
and everything is escaping
the colours are fading
fading now, fading now, the colours are fading now
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First World Problems
03:21
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I wanna blot the sunlight out this morning
I wanna ruin Santa Claus for little children
and make the snow fall a little more and a little harder
so everybody's stuck inside for a moment longer
earlier, I stepped in a puddle near my front door
checked my cell phone for a little box in the top left corner
found some paint chips on the upper rim of my drinking glass
said I'd take a nap and spent most of the day in bed
it's not ideal but it's my own way of feeling right
feed it candy floss and read it nursery rhymes
boarding up the windows and locking it inside
because it's mine
took a stroll through an endless wave of tired faces
we're knocking elbows and jostling for space
in a big tin can, as we organize our dreary days
brought together by a deadened (dead end) stare
and a shared malaise
we'll start an army of bitter malcontents
we'll shuffle up the mountain and plant our flag if we don't forget it
and when it starts to rain
we'll say things like this are so extra typical
hear our cry, the whimpering horn of the mildly annoyed
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So Little Time
04:03
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how, how do we act
when we don't know,
which horoscope is correct?
so many hopefuls, hoping good will come their way
momentary happiness, several times a day
and maybe god is dead,
or just not listening
or maybe he
just never cared for you at all
satan stole the remote control
and put evil in our heads
giving thoughts to
the monkeys we used to know
too, too many ants in this world
too many diets
too many self help books
just another empty promise away
from self destruction
how long before you break?
these words won't mean a thing
when the sun goes out
I can only hope
I won't be here to catch the end
in this uncertain world
we search hard to find a place
a place to look out
and see all there is to see
and there's so, so much to think about
and so little time to figure it out
so I wait, it's all I can do
as I'm sinking, down below
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