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Get In The Robot
01:54
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Once again it's five in the morning and I'm alone on your porch couch
'cause I ruin fucking everything
An angel opens up their upstairs window and beckons down to me
"What's your fucking problem and why the fuck are you always like this? You're so bent about the past but you've got nothing good to miss"
Oh no! I thought that there was way more to this, but I'm just getting over something.
I never took it personally; all the hardcore "don't believe you"s
No more concrete confidence, no more lying to you through your kitchen window
I can't help it if I lose control
I'll just keep lying to myself and say it's my dad's fault
Oh no! I thought that there was way more to this, but I'm just getting over something and of course I'll think that a couple words could fix this and one day you'll be saying
"I don't hate you, we just don't talk that much anymore"
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Do It For Elio
03:34
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You say I talk too loud and everybody hates me here
You don't know how much that means to me
but then you kiss me in your driveway and then everything's ok.
I almost forgot all those things I had suppressed until I left your house before you woke up
Don't you dare say "good night" to me when you know that I'd never leave
I wanna break away
I got sick in your driveway.
I'm sorry but sometimes things just end that way.
(NO!)
I always had the right words to say, but sometimes they'll just never leave my mouth; they'll just flood inside my mouth just like I said.
I'm a cataclysmic summer story waiting to happen.
I'm a frozen tundra that never reached its peak.
What's wrong with me? I feel incredible.
Sometimes I'm sick, but that's sometimes.
I guess I need to learn things can't always go my way.
Can you hear the voices inside my head?
Do you wish you were in there instead?
Get sick in your driveway.
I'm sorry things can't always go your way.
You'll never know how much this means to me.
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3. |
Buddies Lite Lime
02:46
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Could you knock me out?
I just want to feel something for once.
I always feel like I'm fucking up everything.
I just want to feel like I'm doing something right; I'm trying!
"It's such a big deal every fucking five minutes. Don't you ever just relax? Take some fucking aspirin and go the fuck to bed."
How do I do right by you when I can't do anything right?
I want to get behind your ideas but I'm always so fucking lost and the more that I talk about it... I just get so fucking worked up.
I'm so fucking desperate for something else.
It feels like I'm always falling. It feels like I'm always fucking failing.
Now I'm pissed off and balled up on J's old couch about things that I can't do anything about.
I'm wasting my fucking time. Pass me a fucking Blime.
How do I do right by you when I can't do anything right?
I want to get behind your ideas but I'm always so fucking fucked.
The check engine light's been on for a while now and I'm slowly burning out.
If I go off the road again, I hope that you'll forget me. I hope you'll forget my face.
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4. |
Really, It's Fine
03:43
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Bits of broken glass align the road in such a way that
it almost seems as if this accident was poetic justice but
I’ll still try to justify the things you say;
You are asleep at the wheel piloting the ones you love.
Another waste of time, another bite of time to unfold, and nothing to try.
The weight and size of your globe is slowly but surely starting to kill me.
It seems like locality has been a curse to me.
I’m not trying to judge
I’m trying to stay in love
with a situation I can’t get out of.
As your car door gets crushed,
as hot blood fills my lungs,
I’ll realize this was exactly what I wanted.
Spat a sorry breath about how things haven’t been how they’ve been.
I can feel the weight of my spine.
But this is how it's been and how it will be,
the list goes on, the list goes on and on and on and on.
I’m not trying to judge
I’m trying to stay in love
with a situation I can’t get out of.
As your car door gets crushed,
as hot blood fills my lungs,
I’ll realize it's what I deserve.
There’s a soundtrack to my downfall
in the backseat of my car.
There’s a mistake
in every encounter I’ve ever had.
There’s a tremble
every single time you try to reach out,
but can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
I’ll keep telling you I’m fine.
I know it’s gonna take some time
but somewhere down the line we’ll all be fine.
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5. |
You Like The Raiders?
02:41
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Hey fucker, nobody ever gave a shit about you do until they all decided that you're finally over it.
I read your fucking "signs". We aren't like what we used to.
Yeah, I get it, you're still sad. I just don't give a fuck.
Let's say we've both been "fine"
Let's say you moved out of that house but you brought your shit along anyway.
Let's say we both found new and exciting ways to be "over it" but I don't want to dig at it anymore.
A scab is a scab until you pry and pull it away.
I'm not your fucking dead dog, man.
I don't need your head pats or anything.
Try as you might, you're still the worst everything.
Why don't you try and pry something out of me again?
You think you'll do better but you're flawed just the same.
You think you'll do better but you haven't been there yet.
I guess I could say that I never liked you, but my hands are both tied to that place off the turnpike but nobody lives there anymore.
No, nobody lives there anymore, so get over it.
I guess time could sort it out again.
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Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot
Wouldn't you like to get away?
All those nights when you've got no lights
The check is in the mail
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by its tail
And your third fiance didn't show
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name
And they're always glad you came
You want to be where you can see
Our troubles are all the same
You want to be where everybody knows your name
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7. |
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Uh oh.
There goes the neighborhood just like you thought it would
Before everything we knew started to fall apart.
Go on grow up you’re an adult now.
Don’t you want to make your parents proud
at the expense of everyone you know?
Everybody knows what we did alone
and there’s no way of hiding from it now.
This wasn’t important to me.
Now I’m lying on your floor
telling you what's on my mind
because I just couldn’t hold them in anymore.
What was the point if we both gave up?
What was the point if we both think we fucked up
and we can’t figure out what we fucked up on?
If the neighborhood floods
are you gonna drag me up
or leave me to drown the way you left your friends?
Do you think that I’m stupid?
Do you think I’m weak?
Do you think this is pointless like everything?
It’s the way that I feel all the time!
Do you feel how I feel all the right time or no...?
Can you make it on your own?
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8. |
Snail
03:31
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I found your copy of 'The Bell Jar' deep in my closet
But I didn't have the mind to keep it
I saw a picture of us somewhere in Canada
But I didn't want it just hanging around
You said you're so sick of hanging around
But all you do is talk, talk, talk. I don't wanna hear it.
Talk, talk, talk me out.
You said you're so sick of living in New Jersey
But all you do is talk, talk, talk. I don't wanna hear it.
Talk, talk, talk me out.
So I'll reach out into darkness trying to turn on the light
You're not there, you're not anywhere at all.
So I'll reach out into darkness trying to make things right.
I finally figured you out somewhere deep within those pages you folded.
I never had the mind to keep it. I should've fucking burned it.
I saw A Painting of Us somewhere in Flemington
But I didn't want to just hang around.
You said you're so sick of hanging around
But all you do is talk, talk, talk. I don't wanna hear it.
Talk, talk, talk me out.
You said you're so sick of feeling like a loser
But all you do is talk, talk, talk. I don't wanna hear it.
Talk, talk, talk me out.
So I'll reach out into darkness trying to turn on the light
You're not there, you're not anywhere at all.
So I'll reach out into darkness trying to make things right.
This is pointless
I feel stupid
Feels like I've been talking to walls again
Talk me out.
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9. |
Rats! It Didn't Work!
01:42
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Everybody shut the fuck up for once
I’m trying to make out the words that are coming out of your mouth
But I can’t make it out
Oh my God
It’s here
And I’m not ready for it
Seven fucking months lead up to this
Saying something beautiful
To take it back;
A minute passed
And I'm still here
Oh my god
It’s here
And I’m not ready for it
I’m shitfaced on a roof in Philadelphia like...
It seems like the entire world is fucking ending
Make like mice run to the end of the world
Gargling another secret language; wax poetics
It starts to mean nothing
Oh my god
It’s here
And I’m not ready for it
It feels like the entire world is ending
Right now
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10. |
Malkmus
04:01
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I'm not scared of mountains. I don't think I'm scared of anything at all.
Hyrdrochloric acid, won't you take away these lungs?
They're no good for me anymore.
I don't mean missiles but I can't keep talking shit about it.
Yeah, I wanna change your mind, but I can't bring myself to call you.
Yeah, I still have your number, but I can't bring myself to call you yet.
Going over county lines between two jobs that I don't like.
I don't care if you think I'm spent. I don't think you care about anything at all.
Hear me breathing out?
I'm not content with anything.
Can't you see me standing right here?
I don't want to know what you think about self imposed isolation.
I just don't know what more to tell you.
You think you're so far above me yet your feet are in the same shit I'm in.
Stephen Malkmus said you can't quarantine the past, but oh my god you're gonna try.
I just wanna change your mind, but I can't bring myself to call you, but I don't think you'll understand.
No, I don't think you'll ever REALLY understand.
Say how great you are and say how far you've come along, but I don't think we'll ever get along.
I'll click my heels three times. I don't think I'm moving on.
Hear me breathing out?
I'm not content with anything.
Can't you see me standing right here?
I don't want to know what you think about.
You keep saying you need time. I don't know what that means anymore.
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11. |
Twenty-Four
01:22
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I wasn't there the day you died, but I showed up to your funeral with all the older guys.
I lit a candle for you.
I'm not religious but it felt true. God bless you.
You would've been twenty four today, but you just spent your birthday six feet underground and covered by your favorite flowers from everyone in town and it kills me.
I never told you how much you mean to me.
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