1. |
Price of Things
05:10
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Good things don't always happen to good people
Some days the bad guys get all the luck
Grinding language into broken words
So they can't be used that way again
I find life is generally amusing
A distant smile serves me every day
The magic I believed in no longer exists
Served its purpose for awhile
But now its gone away
The price of patience is we lose the time we wait
The price of sight is we see things never meant to be seen
The price of good is that it's averaged out by evil
The price of life is we always lose the things we love
Don't set a trap for someone, then fall prey to it yourself
I've looked behind the pictures,
moved the couch, searched the cushions there
The truth I'm seeking nowhere to be found
Trouble rarely travels alone
Run from the wolf to be greeted by the bear
The price of patience is we lose the time we wait
The price of sight is we see things never meant to be observed
The price of good is that it's averaged out by evil
The price of life is we always lose the things we love
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2. |
Zero
03:13
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I can't count, but I can spot the diff'erence
between one, and more than one
Zero has no mass or volume
Occupies no space
Between zero and infinity
is where we all exist
Nothing from nothing equals nothing
Nothing plus nothing is the same
Multiply or divide by zero
And Zero takes that number apart
Sends it to infinity...
The dot in the middle of an X is zero
As any Cartesian knows
Zero is an integer, not a counting number
When you start counting, the count begins with one
One is the first brush with physical reality
One is where things start to appear
Nothing from nothing equals nothing
Nothing plus nothing is the same
Multiply or divide by zero
And Zero takes that number apart
Sends it to infinity...
The dot in the middle of an X is zero
As every Cartesian knows
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3. |
Forgotten Gods
03:36
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I dreamed I woke up
In a place I do not know
An unfamiliar body
Surrounded by people I don't know
They claim to be my family
Who am I to know?
Even the gods will someday be forgotten
I wonder how many gods we've lost in this way?
Who's to say?
I may never know
if what I do changes anything
I know if I do nothing
Then I'm the one who's changed
Those thoughts, unspoken
Were not difficult to hear
And what we hear
Is often never meant that way
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4. |
Whispering Madness
02:29
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Whispering madness, wondering aloud
Tragedy, sadness, hangs like a shroud
Screaming catastrophe's through green paper walls
Running quite aimlessly through black, bloodstained halls
Tooth grinning idiot, always quite pleased
Copper head harlot, ripe to be squeezed
And whispering madness, rising quite tall
Gold-plated badness to answer the call
Raging now fearlessly, always insane
Crying so tearlessly, always in vain
Slightly and possibly, my mask is my name
Cold, broken dreams far better to blame
Whispering madness, finality near
False happy gladness, outrageously clear
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5. |
Commuting
04:41
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6. |
My Dog Has Superpowers
03:31
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I want to greet the world each day
Like my dog greets me at my door
It's not always easy
Some days it's really hard
I want to get excited
like my dog gets excited
When I look like
I might be ready to walk
My dog has superpowers
Sees things I can't see,
hears what I ignore
And revels in the slightest scent of me
I want to jump up and twirl three times
Whenever I see your face
My dog is giving me lessons
On how to stake my place
I love his optimism when he brings me his ball
If he's ever disappointed, it's hard to tell
He hides it very well...
My dog has superpowers
Sees things I can't see,
hears what I ignore
And revels in the slightest scent of me
He's a hero every day
worthy of respect and adulation
He's my spirit guide
Ready to have fun
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7. |
Everything Communicates
03:07
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Lately I get most of my clothes
from bands at shows
My look may be disheveled
But "sheveled" was never my goal
The rhythm of daily work is gone
I fill my days with drilling holes
In an empty bucket of happiness
If everything communicates
One might conclude that I despair
That's not quite correct ---
I don't really care
I don't have much hair anymore
And it never stays where I meant it
Headphones, beds, hats and wind and more
I never know what it looks like
The mirror's not my friend
If everything communicates
One might conclude that I despair
That's not quite correct ---
I don't really care
There's a new mess on top of my old mess
New dust on top of my old dust
My dust bunnies now have
multi-generational families
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8. |
Casual.ties
03:25
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Narrowing eyes, wrinkled brow, a harrowing glance
You have questions --- I have no answers
Without facts
there can be no knowing
Without knowledge
We're running blind
The world drifting restively
to flame and flood and blood
The promise of violence
Hanging in the air
everyone expires
though some of us first die inside
Some work is better done in darkness
Away from prying eyes
The casualties of conflict
Never as casual at all...
The world drifting restively
to flame and flood and blood
The promise of violence
Hanging in the air
everyone expires
though some of us first die inside
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9. |
No One's Coming
03:59
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There are those who read the weather
Looking for signs and omens
Cold is seeping through the floor
Stalking me (especially my feet)
I am the cavalry
No one's riding to save me
I'm the adult now
There's no one coming to rescue me
Threw myself into a prism
To show myself in another light
I don't need to be the first or the best
As long as I'm ok...
I am the cavalry
No one's riding to save me
I'm the adult now
No one's coming to rescue me
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