So you think you're pretty cool
The exception to the rule
As the keeper of the fuel
You should've known
It wouldn't last you
And you're hardly getting wise
To the problems you surmise
As the lightning leaves your eyes
You should've known
It wouldn't last you
And the hours fly
As the demons play
And you're paralyzed
When did it begin?
When you started to give in
To the prickle of the pin
You should've known
It wouldn't last you
And you think you know the score
As you shut another door
You search around for more
You should've known
It wouldn't last you
Such a sad demise
For your saving grace
Now you realize...
Somehow everything will
Somehow everything will
Be a little different than you thought
Somehow everything will
Somehow everything will
Be a little different than you thought
The lights are fading low
The candle losing glow
And who are you to know
You should've known
It wouldn't last you
Now you lock yourself inside
And you do your best to hide
On a roller coaster ride
You should've known
It wouldn't last you
Somehow everything will
Somehow everything will
Be a little different than you thought
Somehow everything will
Somehow everything will
Be a little different than you thought
Please
Return It
Now, now is the time
Time to reckon
Time to beckon, be surprised
Like a letter
I just sent it, please return it, just forget it
When we live the life we live
It's never ours completely
Not completely
Like a movie, like a style, please return it, please return
it
like a flavor, like a glance, please return it, please
return it
8, 8 is the hour
hour of our trials, ours too sickening to live
please return it
put it back, I take it back, I can burn it
When you let me live my life
You didn't do it completely but you were discreet
Like the year I spent comparing me to you
Like a servant, like a sewer
There's an 'upside' -- there has to be an 'upside'
When you took me by surprise
That's half the fun of everything
Do you miss the point like I do?
In the certainty of friendships you can ask
Bring the balance back to you
In returning
Dream All Day
I've got a lot of thoughts
Got a lot of plans
I lost a lot of sleep
Trying to understand
I could dream all day...
In a blackened room
Staring into space
Underneath a thousand blankets
Just to find a place
Where everything is reachable
Imagining is safe
I tried to make it so
I didn't even know
I could dream all day...
I dreamt I was awake
My mouth was colored grey
As the world revolved around me
I could only say
I could dream all day...
You're
The Beatiful One
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Start
A Life
I don't know why
I even try to be simple
When all I find
Is everything complicated
When I left home
I found the holes in my pockets
My parents smiled
They didn't know I was frightened
Try to start a life
Try to make a point
Try to start a life, it's harder than you think
As I shoved off
I took a good look behind me
My tether gone
A greater binding awaiting
Try to start a life
Try to make a point
Try to start a life, it's harder than you think
Try to start a life
Try to make a point
Try to start a life
Thought I heard the shot
But I cannot tell
Think that I can run
But I cannot tell
Wish I had it made
But I cannot tell what I do not know
Still I press on
Into the ground I am keeping
With any luck
I hope to make an arrangement
Try to start a life
Try to make a point
Try to start a life, it's harder than you think
Try to start a life
Try to make a point
Try to start a life, it's harder than you think
Try to start a life
Try to start a life
Try to start a life
Try to start a life
Precious Moments
The bloodlees toil
The endless foil
You'll never see your home again
Everytime you dial that phone
It rings like it's got no end
Life, what precious moments
And it's only getting worse
The mud filed cracks
Of rutted tracks
You'll never see you mother again
Everytime you dig that grave
Why do you bother to fill it in?
I hate to see what trials can be expected of the ordinary
Before you can recoil in horror
You'll discover life is life's destroyer
We've all got some blood for brothers
Why do we never share with other
Sisters pure -- the vein is sure
You'll never hear music again
That's enough
Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you...
Grant
Hart
I can't cry, I can't apply a word to sum it up
Under stress I can't repress the moment it erupts
Hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice
Got to turn up 'Keep Hanging On' as if I had a choice
Prairie fires and pitchfork choirs inspire as they create
Turn it up, It's too far down, until we can relate
Minnesota new day rising first day in the store
Take the couch at someones's house and wait around to
score
Nervous children making millions: you owe it all to them
Power trios with big-ass deals: you opened for them
I can see it all with my one good eye
For a start take to Grant Harts & call me when you
die
Flavor of the Month
Can you hear it?-like an invitation
Can you feel it?-it's a revelation
(chorus)
The flavor of the month is busy melting in your mouth
Getting easier to swallow and harder to spit out
Can you hear it?-does the sound remind you?
Can you feel it?-it's gonna redefine you
(chorus)
Can you hear it?-like an invitation
Can you feel it?-a reverberation
(chorus)
Everybody
is a Fucking Liar
Everyone I know is trying to get into this show
Everybody is a fucking liar
Time and time again
Whoever's in the room is your friend
There's no mercy here
A mercy killing of abject fear
Act brave in the press
Conventionality's what I detest
And you who reject masculinity:
Baby, I'm with you
As soon as you forsake virility and aggression too
Back off in disgust
Must honesty jeopardize trust?
Is everybody such a fucking liar?
Damsels in dismay
A man's an Edsel in his own way
And just as God in his his infinate infancy thinks he's
in control
That's when God in his infinate infamy
Decides to damn our souls
Let's throw it all in
And think of places to back up & begin
To build something higher
Broken
Record
Sunny day at the oasis
As the roasted take their places
And the undertaker mumbles
"You're screwing it wrong..."
Like a broken record
Sir Repetitious:
What a beauty to be needled
The new posistions looking fetal
So take a letter, sayonaro
We're putting you on...
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Throwaway
I remember giving up the gory details
And it left me tongue-tied (such an elementary sickness)
Now I don't want to think and I don't want to feel
I wasn't aware that this was part of the deal
When I put my finger on a greater expectation
But just my luck, I lack the patience of a statesman
And all of my language will fail to convey
That I'm terribly twisted around what I say
And the message I threw away
So I keep hiding and it only grows to hurt me
But time is wasting and I'm watching it desert me
I'm digging a hole and I'm making it deep
And I'm starting to question the hours that I keep
And the answer that I put to sleep
And so I'm writing with the hope that someone's reading
For all to likely runs the risk of me repeating
But I don't have the guts to prevent the decay
And I'm terribly twisted around what I say
And the courage that I threw away
I don't have it now
