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Prometheus
03:16
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Well I wasn’t sure exactly how I should feel
So I drank until I couldn’t feel at all
And when that anesthesia turned to loneliness
I went and shoved my friend against the wall
I said I can’t stand forever Dan, or even now
I need entertainment; I think we need to fight
I tripped over a log and I broke my nose
And that’s about when he called it a night
I put Whiskey for the Holy Ghost onto repeat
And I stumbled my way into sleep
Most nights when I get home from work its 2AM
And everyone in my house is in bed
So I sit by the front window with my guitar
Till the grenadine soaks the sky a morning red
I put my Waltz for Debby record on repeat
And I hope tonight I finally fall asleep
When the sandman stops by I dream I’m Prometheus
I’m chained up to the mountain; I’ve got a funeral wish
When those pink pills kick in I dream I’m Prometheus
I’m chained up to the mountain; I’ve got a funeral wish
There’s a fox that always shows up, he’s got scalpel blades for teeth
He’s hungry for a liver and he’s licking lips at me
Well I’m not exactly sure when it became morning
But all my long lost friends are wide awake
Let’s get coffee, let’s get bagels, let’s forget the rum
Let’s flood rivers, let’s make the mountains quake
Someone put on Crooked Rain and it comes to Fillmore Jive
I am stretched-out, saturated, incomplete
But I shout it from the bottom of these drunk and tired lungs
Why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I sleep?
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2. |
Boys at the Bar
03:42
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Let me tell you about my dreams
I’m always an old man
Trying to warn a thousand past me’s
But someone already told them
And all the boys at the bar know your name
And you seem to know all of them too
And me I just blend in with the wallpaper stains
Until I go home with you
Let me tell you about my life
I’m a bastard to myself
Days are spent between nights
Watching the ice in my glass melt
Just because you know what to expect
Don’t make it easier
True love exists only in death
You’ve got to lie to please her
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Annalise
03:03
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I still think about you when I’m driving in my car
I bet you can’t pick up this station way out where you are
These late-night FM jockeys, they can’t feel my memories
But every crippled, slow, sad song is a surrogate elegy
Annalise, in eternal pause
Forgive me for my sins, accept me for my flaws
Honestly, I’d be a weaker man
If you’d stuck around, if you came back again
I cried when I heard “Jungleland” the day that Clarence died
I still can’t hear “Cecilia” without you coming to my mind
My speakers are distorted, it gets worse with every song
My scratched up “Tennessee” CD, “I miss you when you’re gone”
The sun’s behind the Safeway, I’m still sitting on the curb
The same place where I was last year, the same place where you were
When a drunken truck came round the hill and took you from our lives
I still think about you on these long and lonesome drives
Annalise
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4. |
You Know You're Right
03:22
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Jaundice
02:37
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The sky is yellow from the chemicals
Codeine birds and a Clorox moon
We see each other on a silver screen
One says I love you to an empty room
How did we end up here?
And where are we going my dear?
Its seems to me the jokes weren’t too far off
I slept through May and woke underwater
A little fish whispers I’m already dead
The painkillers fade with the streetlights
The devil beats a drum inside my head
Your skin is yellow from the chemicals
Codeine hands and your Clorox eyes
We see each other on a silver screen
One says I love you while the other cries
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Pawcatuck River
04:19
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Drinking heavies in the state park like our fathers used to do
There’s a black horse on the horizon and it’s calling out to you
Tomorrow you’ll have memories to carry you on through
Cause tonight I’ll be going home for good
The banks of the river Pawcatuck are hypnotic late at night
When the factories all shut down turn to out of focus lights
The rocks we throw cast ripples that reflect our current plight
Cause tonight I’ll be going home for good
Here the smoke will come with sunrise till then we’ll call out for more
The waters looking still as we’re mirrored off the shore
And I know you’ll all be drinking here till dawn
From then you must all carry on
The river that has gave us life can take it just as well
When the falls are all aflooded you can hear them ringing bells
But tonight it’s barely running tonight its trickling down to hell
And tonight I’ll be going home for good
Across the bridge in Westerly they’re shipping off to bed
We’ll keep singing round this fire till the coals are cold and dead
She said heaven’s just a state of mind she said heaven’s in your head
Well tonight I’ll be going home for good
By the time the full moon fills the sky I’ll be parked outside the gate
Where the lampposts all cast haloes, lord knows I can hardly wait
Carve it on a granite gravestone, write my name with today’s date
Cause tonight I’ll be going home for good
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7. |
Fairfield County
04:01
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She lived in Fairfield County but she grew up in denial
When your stepdad owns pharmaceuticals it will only be awhile
Till Long Island iced teas turn into Oxycontin
Her mother already thinks that she's Nancy Botwin
She can't recall a Friday since she was in 6th grade
But last time that things got sticky she thinks she took the time and prayed
The third angel was a hatter, poured his vial on the rivers
Young people making love and pimping out their livers
New York City is 40 miles away
Getting drunk in the middle of the day
Oh suburban light fades to suburban night
Printing headlines 'bout suburban plight
Thursday nights mean complicated drinking games
Getting stoned on Saturday always end up just the same
Growing up meant throwing up and throwing up meant cough syrup
And you sip Guaifenesin your stomach gets messed up
Her father filled his pockets on the shores of Candlewood
She said an "Our Father" and assumes His plans are good
First the Lord giveth and then He take away
Sunday mornings spent too hungover not to pray
New York City's only 40 miles away
Summers always meant getting screwed up day to day
Oh suburban dusk to suburban dawn
Drinking bourbon straight, getting too far gone
Working at a Cumby’s trying to get her ends to meet
Fall from heaven, fall from grace, fall from the elite
Beat your swords to plowshares and your spears to pruning hooks
Trying to be a friend but only getting dirty looks
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