1. |
Einstein's Clocks
03:38
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VERSE 1:
Boots first I leap into the timeless mute
Boots first I leap into the timeless mute
No place for ripcords
On my shapeless parachute
Alas, I do not fall - I float
As if upon a tea leaf
Or inside a paper boat
A thief
In a suspicious overcoat
PRE-CHORUS:
Slow like anguish
Dark like humor
Cold like paradox
Fat like pride
Stiff like faith
Detached like broken clocks
CHORUS:
Solitude
Self-serving solitude
Oh, solitude
Above the timeless mute
VERSE 2:
I'm sucking in three liters of emphatic air
I'm sucking in three liters of emphatic air
Expecting miracles
Exhaling habitual despair
And ever-still I float
As if upon a tea leaf
Or inside a paper boat
A thief
In a suspicious overcoat
BRIDGE:
Riding alongside inertia
Deeply aware of lapses in time
Space turns to hole-ridden concept
Bent by impulsive divine
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2. |
Jerk
02:57
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JERK
You take and twist around all my most harmless intentions
I find myself up in arms in the most inane of conversations
I find I wanna scream when I am talking to you
I’m pretty sure that isn’t something a sane person should do
Don’t wanna know you anymore
Wish I could take our past and rip it, throw it out the door
And shoot it dead into the floor (repeat)
You yell and scream and say that I’m a frigid bitch
Well I never said I’m perfect
You drive me up the wall
as if it’s nothing at all
and then you short me like a circuit
Is the madness really worth it?
Christ, you’re
such a jerk, such a jerk, you’re such a jerk
conniving and ungrateful little (pause) - jerk.
Maybe I’m mistaken since
my nerves were rather shaken,
but your conscience didn’t waken
at the sight of my rage?
Insolence unnerving,
You’re not undeserving
of some flaming bitch to come
and set your bedroom ablaze.
O, The gall is quite astounding
O, The impudence—abounding
You yell and scream and say that I’m a frigid bitch
Well I never said I’m perfect
You drive me up the wall
as if it’s nothing at all
and then you short me like a circuit
Is the madness really worth it?
You take my loyalty and shirk it
Just keep in mind, with the past behind
that I’ll always find
You’re such a (pause) - jerk.
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3. |
Crushed Vanilla Bean
02:40
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Crushed Vanilla Bean
VERSE 1:
The oil is spilled
And Chekhov's gun is fired
The fate is sealed
And even though the roots are well concealed
The truth is fireproof
And it's conspiracy is soundly admired
CHORUS:
I’m clean, so let me in
I’m stripped of grudges
A crushed vanilla bean
In front of righteous judges
VERSE 2:
So facts are clear
The gun was surely fired
This pale veneer
Of fondly re-imagined dead frontier
Appears to be good
And colorful but vastly uninspired
BRIDGE:
His mouth was this crooked
And obnoxious thing
That occupied big share of his eroded face
The mist of memories
In creases of his wrinkles
Are statements printed in the uppercase
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4. |
Felicity
04:01
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