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The chyrons roll across the screen
“The union has failed”
“The coasts are flooding”
“Boston is sinking” and “LA is burning”
The kids are hangry
And the Starbucks (but really Clover) closed
We had a good run
Celebs post sweet goodbyes to their fans
And follow reactions
until the end
Influencers burning up all of their brands
And The Website of Record gives Man a 6/10
We had a good run
The trains stopped running
But The car’s got gasoline
Take me to the new normal
Where the snake oil flows free
Burning sage
and detox tea
We had a good run
And now we are done
We had a good run
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Heavy Lies The Crown
03:03
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Filling our hearts with oil
It drips and it coils
Through the filtering walls
To our fantasy of health
That we take to our grave
With the secrets we saved
And the love that we craved
Was not adulation
Heavy lies the crown
The melody is wrong
And I miss the rhythm
Oh I just can’t laugh it off
The royal treatment is
such a drag man get it off me
yeah This throne was never mine
It was made to keep me on board
I'm off my rocker, I miss the rhythm
Can't harmonize but I try and sing with em
we watch the world pass by every day
forced inside by confident mistakes
from a nightmare human
Heavy lies the crown
The melody is wrong
And I miss the rhythm
Oh I just can’t laugh it off
The royal treatment is
such a drag man get it off me
yeah This throne was never mine
It was made to keep me on board
Heavy lies the crown
The melody is wrong
And I miss the rhythm
Oh I just can’t laugh it off
The royal treatment is
such a drag man get it off me
yeah This throne was never mine
It was made to keep me on board
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3. |
Bittersweet
03:25
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I cracked the code
before the iceberg
Said to me
“I’ll see you soon”
I trusted all the
talking heads
I thought I knew
Brouhaha
with a side of Ritalin
Denouement
deleted scenes
Oh they left out
all the good parts
I thought I’d see
So don’t worry
don’t water it down for me
Mmm
When you put the bitter
In bittersweet
Sky went dark
for a minute
All it took to
change your mind
All’s not lost
but it’s sure in
Short supply
So we hid all the decadence
Truly lived out our dreams
Oh we never found the best way
To fall asleep
So don’t worry
don’t water it down for me
Mmm
When you put the bitter
In bittersweet
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4. |
Stranger
03:08
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If you think this is real
You’ve got another thing coming
If you knew half the world
You’d have the other half running
Let there be light
Now you see it all right
In and out of sight
Chasing your life
You think you’re Miss American
Astronaut and Champion
You’ve got some red on you, man
Come on and grow a heart
You little ugly fucker
Come on, lower your guard
your own reflection is a stranger
Let there be light
Now you see it all right
In and out of sight
Chasing the high
You know you’re Miss American
Astronaut and Champion
you have us all stuck inside
good night
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5. |
Carrying Fire
05:25
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She carried a light for me
To piss away
In half a day
I’d been gone the whole time
In hideaway
with no escape
She had a mother-mary face
and a glowing warmth
And a slow-mo grace
And I can’t remember any place
but i feel the time
when i see her face
I carried a light for her
To piss away
In half a day
She’d been gone the whole time
In hideaway
with no escape
She had a mother-mary face
and a glowing warmth
And a slow-mo grace
And She can’t remember any place
but she feels the time
when she see my face
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Scattershot
04:27
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Baby pack your things
Cos the fields are burning
They set it all ablaze
I had another drink
cos it hurts to think now
and im better off late
“What army?
...I guess the boys listen to me alright.”
and if the war ends soon
or in a million moons
i can’t say it was fun
If that’s what you mean
I guess we’ll be out here waiting
I guess we’ll be out here waiting
Caught red handed
and it doesn’t matter
and it doesn’t matter
Counterfeit on the airwaves
poison wells in the desert
Your slogans wait like
Shit-smeared spears
Your arm ends with no hand
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Mostly Dust
04:21
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The kids pop wheelies against traffic
Outside the cafe where we sip our lattes And squint
to block the sun that we’re just trying to orbit
If they’d let us
It would be nice to be set adrift
Floating among the satellite bits
Old billy blizzard didn’t even know the half of it
Let me say it…
LA is raining dust I guess
Worcester is frozen solid
We never had a miracle like this
No we never got to enjoy it
All slogans fade under the pressure of unending waves
The natural sweet serenade of the very first rained-on parade
A semi-intellectual cheapskate
With the two-toned PT cruiser of people
Have you ever sat through such drivel
So Find your fists
Or Find yourself the highest yelp-rated lobotomist
And get a grip
Hey man dont you tell me
‘I dont wanna know how this one ends’
We’re not married to the half ideas
of the half-assed people that would enjoy our end
you call that being on the defense?
LA is raining dust I guess
Worcester is frozen solid
We never had a miracle like this
No we never got to enjoy it
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8. |
Compass
03:26
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My compass is on the fritz
I walked into the ocean and ya caught wind of it
Gave a boardwalk beard my last few bucks
Says he buys sells and takes but gives no fucks
There’s oil in water
Oil in water
Clinking like it’s some kinda club
Where the only dues are showing up
You never felt more a child
than when the sky’s blocked out by the gathering clouds
and your stomach sinks like your mama just yelled
but you’re a grown man thinking that you weathered it well
You’re oil in water
Oil in water
Clinking like it’s some kinda club
Where the only dues are showing up
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9. |
One Time Offer
03:57
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We took time
to extend
the long goodbye
And we tried
our hardest
not to try
So if we come apart at the seams
I’m not untied
I’ll rue the day
I see myself
If I ever let you go
we were lost
and stayed lost
Theres no hidden symbol,
no that'd be much too simple
What’s one more
To that endless pile of songs
The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t heard
Not too long ago
We all got a microphone
Now we can’t hear a sound
That’s not our bag, man
we wanna have some trust
we wanna be in love
they wanna interrupt
blah blah blah blah
give it up
Light at the end
of the tunnel
doesn't mean escape
we could never
re-enact
the scenes we make
i gotta get my…
One time offer
for a part-time heart
for a slow line dropped
for time to stop
for rewind then pause
for the next
big box
for distorted thoughts
for cold hands
and loss
on the dying rock
What’s one more
To that endless pile of thoughts
The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t said
But not too long ago
We all got a megaphone
Now we can’t hear ourselves
What’s one more
To that endless pile of songs
The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t heard
Not too long ago
We chose them for ourselves
Now we can’t hear a sound
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10. |
That's a Hard No
05:02
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You get used to the eyes
Watching you sleep
You get the place to yourself
With upgraded seats
And password protected
from the world
Let the market decide
what lives and dies
Warehouses full of plastic
As far as can be
seen with your eyes
Crap for the sake of crap
Same product, different brand
Built to be bought
and built to be tossed
It was Friday
When the word got out
No one panicked
No screaming or shouting
Just the acid rainfall down
The balance
The flush of second spring
The lost great civilizations
Juvenile imprisonment
The sun goes down
The sky stays red
But I have no fear
Sunlight to leaf
leaf to animal
animal to man
man to dirt
to dissipated heat
I am safe here
The sun goes down
The sky stays red
But I have no fear
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11. |
Thrills
04:34
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What can we offer to the world?
We were too inspired to be curbed
We knew what we were
We knew what we were
We must have thought we won the race
The start itself was false and false again
We knew what we wanted
We knew what we wanted
Ask to get the joke explained
in the comment section Of the bootleg brain
Such poor direction
Such poor selection
Of online refuse
Your pride is morphine
it’s such a shame
Such pretty arrows,
Cause so much pain
Wander Cambridge backstreets
A revenant
Dried up and lonely
A stupid kid
You might forget yourself sometimes
I know you’ve got a really shocking style
said maybe, alright
You might forget yourself sometimes
The sharkeyed mom in blonde that haunts your likes
thinks she’s got it right
and you’re living their lie
What can we offer to the world?
We were too inspired to be curbed
We knew what we were
We knew what we were
We must have thought we won the race
The start itself was false and false again
We knew what we wanted
We knew what we wanted
Intoxicant appearance
Visual addiction
Empty thrills
Thrilling heart
Reminiscent
alone
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Tectonic
03:07
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the ride could not be longer
i lied
yeah it could
i dont know where we’re going
i dont care
its a quietly drifting tectonic love
you barely notice you’re moving at all
till it rips and shakes
rips and shakes
apartment steps
we’re slightly drunk
waiting for your ride
your head against mine
its a quietly drifting tectonic love
you barely notice you’re moving at all
till it rips and shakes
rips and shakes
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13. |
Chasing Ink
04:35
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There’s a second half
There’s a second half
But you knew that didn’t you...
There’s a bad apple
There’s a bad apple
Baked into the pie
Go have a slice
Sit and chat
Let’s go with that
Camaraderie
For comedy
It’s a photoshoot
It’s a photoshoot
And we all saw the photo
Who’s shooting you?
Stop and see
I’ve got a quota to meet
And they’re chasing ink
In circles
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14. |
Golden Ratio
03:35
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I never dream a dream in my sleep
When I woke the bed was warm next to me
Snow falling thru the roof to my room
I’ll get up and leave here someday soon
Stars fill the place where my brain used to be
Get a load of this galaxy and all its light
Use the golden ratio and trigonometry
Long as you wish to be a satellite
I won’t make it out to Denver like you guessed
Would’ve robbed you of your energy and cigarettes
I didn’t say I love you on the phone
I’m fresh out of excuses and control
Stars fill the place where my brain used to be
Get a load of this galaxy and all its light
Use the golden ratio and trigonometry
Long as you wish to be a satellite
I never dream a dream in my sleep
When I woke the bed was warm next to me
Snow falling thru the roof to my room
I’ll get up and leave here someday soon
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No One Else Sees
05:45
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There’s something on the water I know no one else sees
Ships sailing in and it’s swimming in the wake
There’s something pushing years past us every day
There’s something on the water I know no one else sees
Blinking lights at night on deep black horizon
There’s something pushing years past us every day
Blinking lights at night on deep black horizon
Blinking lights at night on deep black horizon
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In The Hotel Vernon
05:17
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The Kids are popping wheelies
up major taylor boulevard
against rush hour traffic
Went ahead and ruled the world for now
And here we are
Losing all touch with time in the hotel vernon
Chandler Street is backed up
By the sound of 2 cars crunching
Right outside the hotel doors
twenty cars all have the right of way
And here we are
Losing all touch with time in the hotel Vernon
You dont know what you have
til you’re stuck inside a box
watching the world outside just pass
no citizens to make a mark
and when the sirens start to blare
and you can’t help but walk
yourself to the windowpane
sit mouth agape and gawk
And here we are
Losing all touch with time in the hotel Vernon
a plastic bag of pills or maybe beads at the hotel vernon
Flushing ray bans down the toilet at the hotel Vernon
i dunno but should we leave? at the hotel Vernon
Leaning back on one wheel at the Hotel Vernon
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17. |
Out of Focus (Anomie)
03:14
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The focus is off.
Put a quarter in and I’ll domino towards you.
Act like a dog.
Or an earthling you once knew.
The talk of the town.
There’s a face in the crowd.
It’s not who’s right it’s who’s most proud.
Time will rearrange
Over and over again
Us plastic figurines
It hurts to admit
I made it to the end
and didnt get it
Exposed too long
All the color is washed out and not in a
trendy way
I’ll fiddle with the dials
but you may just have to
remember this one
I’ll show myself out
Time will rearrange
Over and over again
Us plastic figurines
It hurts to admit
I made it to the end
and didnt get it
Everyone and their mom
Is waiting this one out
will they or wont they
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Sunday teaching your kid to tie a bandanna
Coz the plague spreads fast and the cops have helicopters
He’s gotta cover his little face...
Tuesday stuck to a greedy website
They would sell me piece by piece just to survive
They need to break things to live
Thursday foxes are running the henhouse
(Have some) Ideas on how things should be done now
Gotta love their hunger
The rich shackle god and force blessings on their deeds
They rewrote textbooks to suit their own needs
Their time will come now…
We’re all gonna take them down
Monday after the daily untruth
occurs a thought concerning the world before you
it never made any sense
none of it makes sense
let’s tear it up, kids
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It’s so easy to forget what you want
When a stranger’s longing’s more fun to watch
When the premiere is whenever you’re free
Let the mirror chew the scenery
Laughing as our leaders choke
The United States of Almost
I’ll be dancing in the endzone
Long after the game ends
Think I’ll manage the same way
I always have
Another town went boom then bust
Now our uncle is no longer with us
My mother nearly drove off a bridge
Thank God she took a detour
His wake felt lighter than air
Domestic beer and awkward stares
People asking me how long its been?
They count on their fingers
Think we’ll manage the same way
we always have
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20. |
The Spell
04:20
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Its all over
Where did you go?
Re-emerging
From our hole
Echoes singing
Prosecco
People holler
spell is broke
Speak sad truths to me
Podcast guy
Lost our sparkle to
a magpie
Tears streaming down from
A cats eye
Miles and miles deep
Into the lie
Whew
Well that was weird
Its all over
Where did you go?
Re-emerging
From our hole
Echoes singing
Prosecco
People holler
spell is broke
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Local Phonies New York, New York
Jon + Conor grew up together.
Jon's in New York. Conor's in Massachusetts.
They are Local Phonies.
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