1. |
Now You See Me
03:45
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How to come back from all the lies that you tell at night with your lights on:
Expose your soul to me
Way to go, really though
You don’t know how it goes letting go of all alone
I love your ghost
Is that really how you see me?
I start to talk back
Yeah, you don’t like that
You’re saying,
‘Child, look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you’
Now I know, what a joke
You see them on the low while I’m at home all alone
Your eyes were closed
Well maybe now you see me, now you see me
I’ve outgrown your shadow,
And every song I wrote has a hole you composed
You’re all I’ve known:
Your envy and your leaving, magic dealing
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2. |
Now Ya Don't
03:50
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Watching the glow, your bones reload
Arrest the glow of any nose
He can’t take his eyes off your lingerie
Headache, on brand, not all this again
All that you know: racket your nose
You used to see me and now you don’t
Rack up bills til the night gives me the money on my mind
Do you even know my name?
Do you even know my name?
Back at your home, we’re all alone
With my shadows and all your ghosts
Give it a break doll, supplement the alcohol
We’re fucking over phone calls, witnessing our Rome fall
Your heart of gold and your ego
The mirror, in fact, is all you loathe
I watch you fade into the borderline
Your leaving doesn’t bother me tonight
So out I go out on my own
My blood runs red, you wouldn’t know
My sins run clean, I am an artifact
Don’t you want to know just who I am?
Do you even know my name?
Do you even know my name?
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3. |
Superstition
04:02
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There’s a Mephistopheles in your discography
Tell me all of the facts
There’s tense melodies, cults of personality
Laying out on the tracks
It ain’t that easy, you’ll come back for me,
Your astrology revealed that to me
You don’t wanna hear about my superstitions, so I fake it
No fear of missing out, you’re so simplistic when you’re drinking
Closing my eyes again
You’re closing my eyes again
The ghastly part of me, the barhop Socrates
Focused on the stacks
If you’re desperate for the tea, the tender mysteries
I’ll sneak out of the back
I’m not that easy, don’t come out for me
Read my energy or you’ll never see
You don’t wanna hear about my superstitions, so I fake it
No fear of missing out, you’re so simplistic when you’re drinking
Closing my eyes again
You’re closing my eyes again
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4. |
Smiling
03:08
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Canonize: borderline
Your doctor says its ‘fine, proper fine.’
Father claims it’s too late
And Momma recognized all the signs
If you’re saved, don’t be late
Your pastor wants your time and your dime
Don’t you mind all the rhyme and reason
You’re alive, you’re alive
‘Cause you just might be smiling
You can do away with the pain and the pretentious but sympathetic way
You look into my face
I can run away, I can go
No more looking at someone who doesn’t know
My love is an oasis
My two cents: recompense with yourself
And try to die looking right
There’s no way to evade your hatred
or the hills you will climb
My advice is divine and morbidly refined, that’s alright
Ride a line, pick a side, and stay there
And you’ll find that I’m right
And you just might be smiling
You can do away with the pain
and the pretentious but sympathetic way
You look into my face
I can run away, I can go
No more looking at someone who doesn’t know
My love is an oasis
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5. |
Dizzy
03:53
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You’re in the hotshot outfit that you own
I just wanna be someone you know well
I took for granted that you’re preying on the weak
So I come here every week
And I’m dropping to my knees, singing
‘Come out with me’
Your love sweetly does damage to my frame
I self-immolate when you spin me around and around
When you spin me around and around
You’re the song that dies inside my throat
The corset that causes me to choke
It’s so sophisticated, the mediocrity
That’s causing you to leave me inside your dreams
Singing
‘Why, why, why, do you tell me lies?
Dance with me tonite, just be my my mine’
Well you’ve been seeing other people these days
And I will do whatever you say
Because I hallucinate when you spin me around and around
Can’t you see that I hallucinate when you spin me around and around?
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6. |
Deja Vu
03:17
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Just when I think we’re through, you take me to your apartment
Telling me that you think that it’s fate, freaking out cause you think that it’s fake
Three weeks since I left you have me meet your new boyfriend
Telling you that I think that he’s nice
But he’s been kind of drunk pretty much the whole time
When you feel lonely, you think that I’ll come through
But when I’m in your room, I get Deja Vu
It’s making me feel uneasy, and it’s nothing that you do,
But when I look at you, I get Deja Vu
Pick up the words that you couldn’t utter
I’ll call a ride while you think of another
Piece of advice that you got from your mother
Just when I’m in the mood you make me feel like a beggar
Kneeling down at your altar again, making love with my paper and pen
Darling, you’re on your own, pace yourself to outgrow
All that you want in your life won’t matter much if you waste all your time
Darling don’t you wait for my masterpiece
I’ll make it again, this time, carefully
When you feel lonely, you think that I’ll come through
But when I’m in your room, I get Deja Vu
It’s making me feel uneasy, and it’s nothing that you do,
But when I look at you, I get Deja Vu
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Oh Alice, your mind’s elastic from the way you fake it everyday
Alice, you’re out of options, and you keep coming back to the place
Do you hear that sound?
That sound from miles away, your illusion fades
Just one more round, this is your town
It’s the ones you love, It’s what you’re made of
You throw it to the wall:
Your matryoshka dolls, your David Bowie looks, And your own north star
And your Jack of Hearts, I’m the Jack of Hearts
Oh Alice, you’re scant fantastic,
You’re toiling away at masks to hide your every face
Alice, your lover’s relapsing
And you’ve nothing to say unless it absolves you of blame
Do you hear that sound?
That sound from miles away?
Your illusion fades
Just one more round, this is your town
It’s the ones you love, It’s what you’re made of
There’s a part of you that grew so hard when you stopped to trust in the tarot cards
A lengthy sort of hate that you took too far, pouring out your love, watch it tear apart
You throw it to the wall:
Your matryoshka dolls, your David Bowie looks, and your own north star
And your Jack of Hearts, I’m the Jack of Hearts
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8. |
Our Own Pace
03:15
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Falling in love at an arm’s length
There’s no need to rush the almost forming feelings,
The reasons we become displaced
You undo everything I am
And all I want to be, I am
I’ll stay, and you can go at your own pace
Face it, we grew in distinct ways
There’s no room for my embrace
You go, I’ll stay in this sad place
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9. |
Don't Haunt the Dream
03:50
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I miss the pastiche poltergeist God left when he made it rain
The fragments of your touch on the right window that fog swept away
There’s all the meaning you ate to hide left translucent inside your mind
If love’s a lie, it’s do or die, it’s do or die
And all my life it’s been:
Wear all black to the meeting at the new affair
So rare, you’re desperate for the prepared wonder at a separate life like mine
And inches from the blazing sun at all times
I’ve had enough of reaching in towards a soul you’ll do without
Oh, it haunts me
Well, we’re here, don’t leave the engine running
Don’t haunt the dream, just take my money
And promise me I’ll see you in the morning
Stuck in their old philosophies, no room for making a change
Crashing with the western economy, drugged out yet they think I’m deranged
Such well put together people, green eyes but they see no evil
The genocides, and suicides, and you and I, and you and I
Star struck among the faithless and the renegades
Headlights that blind from the interstate
Guiding us to cruel grips of time and fate
Holy things that don’t stop us anyways
Got caught still trying to be someone
To the Gods of Nightclub, America
But you know I won’t
Oh, it haunts me
Well, we’re here, don’t leave the engine running
Don’t haunt the dream, just take my money
And promise me I’ll see you in the morning
So ghost if I’m your guest tonight, be gentle, give me a name
I can’t keep living in your old photos just out of frame
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10. |
Facing Down the Heat
04:14
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It could be easy, and you don’t need a reason
Its nights like these that you can outrace the feelings
And rid yourself of shame
And just like television, you hear your mother screaming
Told her how you felt and now she gets the meaning
And all you left her was:
Razorblades, and microfiche,
self-fulfilling prophecies
Raise the glass and watch me bleed
Watch me facing down the heat
While she loves me
Your wanting is faceless
Your whole life is nameless Hollywood scandals and national anthems
And ain’t that just a shame
So you bottle a message-
'To those that should read this,
I lost all the magic in everyday living’
And all I left you was:
Christian rock, pornography, suicidal tendencies
I’ll be gone, and you’ll be free
I’ll be facing down the heat
While she loves me
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11. |
She Dyes Her Hair
03:54
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Sharing spit on balconies, ignoring all of my androgyny
I know places and tight outer spaces
I’m neurotic and you’re easy to please
She calls you out, calls you a whore
So how come we don’t make love anymore?
She’s Marc Bolan and I’m Bruce Springsteen
Whatever happened to the teenage dream?
She loves to talk and slamming doors
I’ve been talking to that mystic of yours
Saying lately I’ve had such strange dreams
And I just can’t figure out what they mean
‘Son, you’re wasting your days,
Pulled The Tower and you’re clearly afraid
So what if she overshares?’
And right when you think she’s there,
She dyes her hair
I recollect the night before
Her excitement watching movies with gore
‘It’s basic, but I love a dead racist’
She’s violent but she’s left to the core
‘Quit your job, start making porn,
With your masculine yet feminine form’
Do it for the culture like the vultures of rock and roll
So desperate yet so easily adored
‘Cause she’s all that and all that remains
She’s the flowers that are placed on your grave
She’s not like you, but she’ll never care
And in spite of all the people who stare
She dyes her hair
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12. |
Like All Good Magicians
04:01
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Strung out at the Halloween party
All the older girls say it don’t mean nothing
But that don’t matter to a boy, just thirteen,
Watching them put a blindfold on me
Cross-legged in a walk-in closet
Took the first sip of a gin and tonic
Still pitch-black, all their hands touching me
Silently screaming ‘I wanna leave’
Bruised up in the old-town basement
The clock’s ticking and I’m still facing down
All the haunts of those rough memories
The foundations of my personality
A soft touch from a friend and a lover
Yet a cringe, and a shiver, and a cover
Do I deserve all the love that I hear,
Or is it luck that I am still here?
Posted up on crosses, stuck back in that closet waiting for my saving graces
Am I so far gone, forsaken?
I’m your Ego Jesus, I’m your broken entertainer
Asking, did I do well?
Did I entertain?
You said, like all good magicians, that I make you scream
And that you found your god in the numerology
Breaking bread with my Paul and my Judas
Is there hope for the young and the useless
Or will the answer be thrust onto me
And is too late at 23
Tough love for a dying patient,
Not sure if it’s heaven you’re facing
But I still love you after what you did to me
And I still wonder if you ever think of me
Posted up on crosses, stuck back in that closet waiting for my saving graces
Am I so far gone, forsaken?
I’m your Ego Jesus, I’m your broken entertainer
Asking, did I do well?
Did I entertain?
You said, like all good magicians, that I make you scream
And that you found your god in the numerology
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13. |
Up on Marlene's Hill
03:59
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Eighty fluid ounces till the fun begins
Both hands tied to it, I’m feeling committed
Though as I try, the feeling multiplies every time I have to say goodbye
My thoughts of this place are a ghost of hatred
And evangelic aspirations, and permanent vacations,
Those last friends dancing around the room
Tally up the empty brews
The only thing we ever do
I’m starting to feel a little better up on Marlene’s hill
Okay, I’m ready to be understood now,
At this late hour, in lime light
Both of us need my suffering
We’re both undressed and wide-eyed
My soul is unclean and barely seen
Holy magicks that I try:
My honesty and my lies
And all it takes to be useful up on Marlene’s hill
Is living mistranslated, but you know I will,
give my love the name magic up on Marlene’s hill
And tell a joke lying down, and up, on Marlene’s Hill
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14. |
My Heart Starts Running
04:00
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It’s my ‘fear’ that make’s it worse, you said, was more or less how my heart worked
If everything sweet like you starts coming my way, why do I feel so sideways?
You always say ‘I love you’ first, I say, ‘Don’t call this phone while I’m at work’
I’m trying to keep my head on tight
When my heart starts running
Call me up, say ‘Boy, you gotta keep up’
I tell you, I’m coming
I’m gorgeous, I’m so fucked up and don’t remember how to talk to anyone
But I know, if you want it, I will
I say ‘I don’t want to have to entertain your friends from art school
They remove themselves from their hearts’
When my heart starts running
Call me up, say ‘Boy, you gotta keep up’
I tell you, I’m coming
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15. |
Hypnotize
05:03
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Referenced all her psychic readings,
Took one pull, she stopped taking up space
Watching all the dharma peeling
Back into the skin up on her face
Big and wide sincere eyes,
I realize they’re gonna destroy you
The touching of the rucksack minds, all in good time
They’re gonna destroy you
“Honey, I’m your magic dealer,”
She said, while I’m hypnotized in place
Swing your magic wand revealing
All the love of North Beach, Summerside
The pendulum swings back and forth,
Both us and the clock ticks in perfect time
Big and wide sincere eyes,
I realize they’re gonna destroy you
The touching of the rucksack minds, all in good time
We’re gonna destroy you
We’re gonna destroy you
We’re gonna destroy you
We’re gonna destroy you
We’re gonna destroy you
We’re gonna destroy you
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16. |
Outro
03:13
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