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Passion
04:25
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I know why they all went mad now I used to pretend
But now’s come the day I must too leave this place now my friend
Now’s come the day I must too leave this place now my friend
I know why they all went mad now I am joining them
To be a madman, to be a madman
To be carpenter, to be a carpenter
To be a soldier, to be a soldier
To be a walrus, and a banana
Oh Gloria, oh Gloria
How sweet your grace does feel
Oh Gloria, oh Gloria
Belief is sweet but truth it is real
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I'm leaving today
Before it all starts to unravel
And I am sentenced by the gavel
And the world outside explodes
I've discovered time travel
(Oh)
I've discovered how not to die
And many other mysteries of life
But none as sweet as you
In a grave that I dug for myself
Many years ago
I left some instructions
For a life I'll one day know
Have I forgotten you
(Ah)
Or have we just met
A sallow picture tucked in a pack of cigarettes
Here and now this is all I have left
And in that grave that I dug for myself
On what feels like yesterday
Many currencies of many different countries
And many passports of many different names
I've been here before (I've been here before)
And I know what's next
A sallow picture clutched deep against your chest
Here and now is where I draw my last breath
I've discovered time travel
It's a cruel and hollow hall
That only fools will wallow in
Where does it start?
Where does it end
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All My Friends Are Dead
03:04
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All my friends are dead
Or lost their mind from shooting smack
And every woman that I’ve loved
Now hates my guts, won’t call me back
I’m gone
Even though I’m still here
I’ve done all I can do
And now my time is coming close
Or what if I’ve already died
And now I’m living as a ghost
I’m gone
Even though I’m still here
Everybody’s coming to my party
But I’m not fucking going to that party
Everything you know
Is a love your mind has borrowed
There’s no time to break it down
‘Cause there may be no tomorrow
So you’ve got to give your love
Before your soul, it slips away
And then you’re gone
Even though you’re still here
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Oh my god, your mama’s gonna kill me
If we don’t stop knocking’ on your headboard baby I’m a fool
A fool in love, she’s gonna cut me
If we don’t stop knocking’ on your headboard baby I’m a fool
A fool for the way that you move
When we’re knock knock knockin’ on your headboard
Baby oh my god
Ba ba ba ba boing boing creak click crash!
Knock knock knockin’ on your headboard baby
Oh my god, your daddy’s gonna kill me
If we don’t stop rustlin’ in the back barn baby I’m a fool
A fool in love whose gotta look out
For your crazy ass daddy and your crazy ass mama I’m a fool∑œ
A fool for the way that you move
When we’re knock knock knockin’ on your headboard
Baby oh my god
Ba ba ba ba boing boing creak click crash!
Knock knock knockin’ on your headboard baby
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My Name is Soul
03:23
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I’m in your brain
I’m in your heart
I’m in your lungs
Here from the start
I’m in your mouth
I’m on your tongue
But you don’t know me
I’m always here
I always linger
I’m at your feet
I’m in your fingers
I’m in your hair
Between your toes
But you don’t know me
I reckon that I can cure cancer
I got everything you want
And everything you need
And I’ve been all up in your body for a while
Let go
And let’s go…
I am an anvil, falling from the sky
I’m in your ears
I’m in your eyes
I’m in your braids
I’m in your style
I’m in your engine
I’m in your suitcase
But you don’t know me
I’m in your mom
I’m in your dad
I can be good
I can be bad
I am the day
I am the night
But you don’t know me
I reckon that I can get the night going
I got everything you want
And everything you need
And I’ve been all up in your body for a while
My name is soul
I am an anvil, falling from the sky
Don’t ask how, don’t ask why…
I’m in your mind
I’m in your vein
I’m pleasure
I’m pain
I’m the sun
I’m the rain
I’m everything
That you could want
That you need
All possibility
But you don’t know me
I was, I am
Because I can
I will, I breathe
Through everything
I fill the gap
All up in that ass
But you don’t know me
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Hidalgo's Lament
03:33
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He lost his arm in a Mexican jail
She didin’t know where he was
Counting the days in pecuuliar ways
Listening to the rain
He didn’t know there were rules to this life
She didn’t know where he was
When you don’t have anything at all
You’ll be the one who takes the fall
You used to be so big
But now you’re so small
Make you’re escape before it is too late
This is the day you’ll be free
Life is a beach so we all must go swim
Swim with the tide swim away
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Poor Boy, Rich Girl
02:24
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You keep me waiting on the levy
While you get ready on your own
I’ve been ready for lord knows how long
You keep me wrapped around your finger
In an echelon that’s low
But every leprechaun loves gold
That State Street old money style
I’m just a poor boy, and you a rich girl
You say you wanna get your press pass
And expose their awful truth
But you lack the couth of a sleuth
And your blowback’s gonna blow you
Take it from a poor boy
Flies ‘round the spigot
Ain’t no polish on the spout
And we don’t wanna hear no rich girl
Run her rich girl mouth
You’re a circus
Baby, you’re a circus
Sha bop bop boom
Cartwheeling with no purpose
You stole our alphabet
And left us all wordless
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Shark Belly
02:41
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I always seem to catch you
With your head between your legs
Petting the Earth’s fur like you do
In the most peculiar ways
Did you know I’m an astronaut?
I can take you to the moon
Fill up your interplanetary needs
And baby, by the time that I’m through…
You will be stuck
In the belly of a shark
Retire to the bedroom
We don’t need to make it dark
I’ll be leaving you one day
Even if I don’t
Want to break your heart
You know that I will
I’m a mother fucking mother fucker
A god damn son of a bitch
I ain’t good for nothing
I’m the last name on your list
I’m the last name that you will call
‘Cause I will let you down
But nobody knows my body like you do
Cut my flesh out pound for pound
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Roll It Around
03:45
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I knew when I saw you on the side of the road
Panting like a dog, tongue like a toad
Life was going to go and get a little more tough
Might as well go and rub your face in the mud
Roll it around
Slip between your fingers while you’re holding it down
Gotta keep going, can’t look back
I think about the champion trailing last
I think about his title, and how it’d fell to be mine
Then I cross the finish line
Roll it around
Slip between your fingers while you’re holding it down
Someone get that homeless man a golden crown
And roll it around, roll it around
Everything I know is catching up to me
Had a few too many and I’m bubbling
Panting like a dog, I’m almost done
Might as well go and rub my face in the mud
Woe, we go, may the path be shameless
Hit me, I don’t even know what your name is
I can take it, I’ve been stung
I’ll be home before the Hangman comes
I’ll be home before the Hangman is here
The Devil and I are going to drink a beer
I’m riding on empty, but I’m moving up fast
And by the time I’m done you’ll all be kissing my ass
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It’s been fun but I know I can’t stay here any longer
I’ll hold my tears if you hold your smile and we float off in the distance
I will never have another love like you
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