1. |
The Drift
02:39
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2. |
Just Got Bic'd
03:38
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Would someone please help me get the hell out of this town?
Because it's all your fault I just got bic'd, just got a little bit less happy vibes.
In the city of sleep, we call it nudging the dreams.
When you don't wanna have to wait to be free, you gotta be cool and so damn slow.
Would someone please tell me everything's gonna be alright?
Cuz I would trade my soul for a little reassurance if I knew the devil wasn't gonna ride me all night.
In the city of sleep, we call it nudging the dreams.
When you don't wanna have to wait to be free, you gotta be cool and so damn slow.
When all the world comes home, such a shame to be on your own.
There's no girl, there's no boy, there's nobody in the house to tell you that you're on your own.
In the city of sleep I'm bic'd, I'm broke and I'm old.
When you don't wanna have to wait to be free, you gotta be cool and slow.
When you don't wanna have to wait to be free, you gotta be cool and so damn slow.
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3. |
Shadow Of A Man
04:24
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Bill could stay dry in the pouring rain, didn't have anything except wheat and sugar cane.
And he never had a woman by his side, only whiskey bottles to keep him warm at night.
Even death couldn't bring itself to laugh.
Unfinished loves, in corners they did stack.
And the man who thought of greatness once became a sort of shell,
A self-fulfilling prophecy that time hit below the belt.
That shadow of a man only made his plans for the night.
The only light he saw was the one that kept his cigarette ends bright.
That specter of a plan, it took his heart and took his hands for a ride.
That shadow of a man, only made his plans for the night.
Tries to think away these shifty blues.
Thinks on Cain and Abel, thinks on "what would Jesus do?"
And he thinks of all the forks that brought him here.
What could've been begotten in those broken, dusty years.
It seems there's been another man before,
One who enjoyed life a little more.
How to get him back when there's no button you can press
To push back the wheel of time and ask God for a hard reset.
Oh, can I get a do-over, turn me off and on again?
Guess I'll stick around and wait for where the sunlight wants to land.
That shadow of a man only made his plans for the night.
The only light he saw was the one that kept his cigarette ends bright.
That specter of a plan, it took his heart and took his hands for a ride.
That shadow of a man, only made his plans for the night.
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4. |
Someday Soon, Baby
06:08
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Someday soon, baby, you better pick up the pieces.
Pick up the pieces, or run for the hills.
Someday soon, baby, you gotta face the music.
Any old way you choose it, you're gonna lose.
Cuz someday soon, baby, you'll be lying in a casket.
Scattered flowers in a basket and rosebud on your chest.
Someday soon, baby, when people talk of bravery,
You're either thoughts in their mind or you're just floating behind the way.
Ooh, when people wanna talk about my only love.
I only wanna pray to you.
Someday soon, baby, when the sun staggers home,
And the light has gone and there's no room to grow.
Do you think that just maybe there'll be one lonely person,
Looking out into the void and wondering what changed?
Cuz someday soon, baby, this'll all be over,
No one left to admire, no need to behave.
When the machines have left us, and the money has spent us,
There'll be something I'm sure that looks down and thinks
Now I'm saved. Now I'm saved from
You - and people wanna talk about my only love.
I only want to pray to you.
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5. |
Things Get Better
06:08
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Listen up now, the world and I have found it hard to breathe.
The circus is in town and I already want to leave,
but tearing my ticket up didn't change a thing.
Pardon the mess but can someone just bless the way I've been
Living for so long now like an empty jug of wine?
Past my prime but I tell myself it's fine.
But you know things get better, if you let 'em, let 'em be.
Things get better, if you let 'em, let 'em be.
I did what I could and I got nowhere, didn't do anything and I got farther.
Don't you know things get better?
Voltaire told me the people like to spin their tales of woe.
Hypocrisy and hollow moons, well they make things less slow,
But goddamn man, the plot's always been slow.
Things are too good, we should've seen this coming for miles.
We need to carry around problems like they are our only child.
If only for survival, if only.
Don't you know things get better, if you let her, if you let her be?
Things get better if you let her, let her be.
I did what I could and I got nowhere, didn't do anything and I got farther.
Things get better.
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