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Revolution Working too little or way too much. Life's gotten boring makes me wanna give up. My politics got useless my thoughts feel wrong. This don't feel fuckin blind, yeah it just feels fuckin gone. This world has taught me something I wanna teach me something. When my mouth goes open I swear it's filled with nothing. What have i got left inside of me? It's whats always inside of me, I got myself left inside of me, Tear myself open so I can see. I'll sing I'll sing, I'll sing a pretty song. I'll sing I'll sing, I'll sing a pretty song. I'll sing I'll sing, I'll sing a pretty song. but I'm no fucking bird, I'm no fucking bird! This world has taught me something I wanna teach me something. When my mouth goes open I swear it's filled with nothing. What have i got left inside of me? It's whats always inside of me, I got myself left inside of me, Tear myself open so I can see. This don't feel blind but it feels like something, When my mouth goes open I swear it's filled with nothing. There's nothing left inside of me. I got myself left inside of me. (Miller)
Moving Pictures Now that i know so much about the movies what am i gonna do with the rest of my life everybody seems to want to settle down in one place i feel like i just woke up somewhere else go to bed when the sun is rising sleep is just another waste of time eight hours is over-rated even more and i'm so mistaken the ceiling looks the same no matter where i go they've all lost their charm so long ago the ceiling looks the same as it did yesterday these walls haven't changed in any way now that i know so much about the movies what am i gonna do with the rest of my life everybody seems to wanna settle down in once place i feel like i just woke up somewhere else now that i've seen so many movies have i begun to act just like they do and if i see myself in pictures i guess i'm moving too. (Lember)
Again you're staring down the pacific coast while the atlantic's the only sight that i know i wish you'd write to me again you can't remember what it feels like to be friends i guess it's cuz we always wished for more we should have kissed but we never had the nerve i still don't know what you want from me will i ever see you again will you ever talk to me again one year has felt more like ten do you remember what we did three years ago there was so much that we didn't even know we didn't have any better destination you fell asleep in the parking lot out of frustration and i still wish i knew what you thought she said she loved you and you fell apart i still don't know what you want from me will i ever see you again will you ever talk to me again one year has felt more like ten i wrote too many letters returned with just two notes i tore them both apart before you even left the coast if i knew i was never gonna see you again i would have kept them to remember being friends memories get lost and friends never wait around i wish i knew three years ago the things you tell me now i still don't know what you want from me will i ever see you again will i ever talk to you again one year has felt more like ten you're staring down the pacific coast while the atlantic's the only sight that i know i wish you'd write to me again you can't remember what it feels like to be friends (Lember)
Moving Moving to a new state, united and of the mind. Diners and turnpikes, I've left far behind. The Jersey shore calls in waves but that's so obvious. And all our old relations, go on without us. There is no sand to bury up to our necks. So instead we dig into jobs and landlords, responsibility's a wreck like the relations that go on without us. as if they're the ones moving, as if motion is a must. I finally got a phone line, and I didn't even call. Cause wires can't be trusted, they make the space seem like nothing at all. So I see I'm always moving and that motion in a must. And the jersey shore, it calls in waves, but that's so obvious. (Miller)
Further Gone Sometimes you see colors, Sometimes your shodow starts to move, If your world too black and white that you've got nothing to lose? And i tell you I'm not gonna sit by anymore and I tell you I'm not gonna sit by anymore. stick that paper on your tongue feel it seep in so much fun. I see you slip further away Your getting further gone each day. And I tell you I'm not gonna sit by anymore watch you die, just a little bit more. I don't want to leave but I'm more afraid to stay. You're getting further gone each day. You promised me that this would be the last time, but everytime i start to feel safe again you tell me once more is not a crime. Is it a crime that I don't want to be your friend? And I tell you I'm not gonna sit by anymore watch you die, just a little bit more. I don't want to leave but I'm more afraid to stay. You're getting further gone each day. And you said that was the last time, you promised that would be the last time, that I watch you die each day. (Miller)
Backwards Then And after the snowstorm has told you where to carry me, Stand up on the lighthouse and tell them where to bury me. Shine a light on the shore a beacon in my name Mark off that plot of soil through the sleet and through the rain. Underground I can think and plan about what the world really means. Make the plot of the story that know one ever reads. Tell me about the end, at least tell me if there ever was an end. Tell me about the end, at least tell me if there ever was an end. Tell me about the end, at least tell me if there ever was an end. Tell me about the end, at least tell me if there really was an end. Make the plot of a story that knowone ever reads. Underground i can think and plan about what the world really means. Mark off that plot of soil though the sleet and through the rain. Shine a light on the shore a beacon in my name. Stand up on the lighthouse and tell them where to bury me. And after the snowstorm has told you where to carry me.
Five Days a Week It's the only job in town it's the only place to go. Everything is hideous and they keep the prices low. Supply me with this uniform, one shirt is all I get. I'm not gonna wash it and it's not cuz I forget. The colors start to fade it's the green they'll never buy. Dirty feet five days a week with thirty minutes left to eat. It's not me, it just my shirt, I only smell this way at work. It's not me, it just my shirt, I only smell this way at work. It's not me, it just my shirt, I only smell this way at work. It's not me, it just my shirt, I only smell this way at work. (Lember/Miller)
202/31 It's always daytime here, on the highway. Route 31 Route 202. And in the middle of the night when we pretend not to fight. And in the middle of the night when we wait for the green light. Stranded at your house as we wait for the storm to end. Stranded at your house as we wait for the storm to end. And in the middle of the night when we pretend not to fight. And in the middle of the night when we wait for the green light. And in the middle of the night when we no longer fight. And in the middle of the night when we drive through the green light. It's always daytime here. (Lember)
Pennsylvannia How's Pennsylvania? Is that where you hide. You always skip town, are you even alive? do you sill live on coffee and hug me for too long and pretend i won't notice that something has gone wrong. just one new phone call so i'd know your there i like to pretend that i never cared i was mad now i miss what we never had i just hope that yr happy cuz this is making me sad the ride made you cry on the highway last year now i drive it alone, it means nothing to me the sun never sets and it's still just as bright and i feel color blind at the same traffic light ten degrees colder that means winter's here i can see my own breath i don't recognize yours planned to do the same as last year you never showed up and everybody's here i got just an hour of yr precious time that's all that i get and then i blink and then yr gone the ride made you cry on the highway last year now i drive it alone, it means nothing to me the sun never sets and it's still just as bright and i feel color blind at the same traffic light (Lember)
The Third Highway Song i still drive down the same highway i still stare at the artificial light it hurts my eyes it's too bright route 31's under constuction route 202 won't take me to you and you're somewhere off of 95 somewhere too far to drive surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on long after the rain has gone surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on long after you have gone... and now we don't pretend cuz it's all just a highway in the end sit inside the diner and my coffee's gotten cold and my cigarettes are gone and the ashtray's overflown the smoke still lingers in my car and i know you can't be that far the distance can't be measured in miles anymore it's certain songs and rainy days and non menthol so much has changed surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on long after the rain has gone surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on long after you have gone... and now we don't pretend cuz it's all just a highway in the end the rain will always remind me of that night and everytime i drive that road i wait at the same light surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on long after the rain has gone surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on long after you have gone... and now we don't pretend cuz it's all just a highway in the end they're all just highways in the end we're all just highways in the end. (Lember/Miller)
Amateur i think i fell but i'm not sure blood on my head flat to the floor stumbling thru cities find someplace to sit down woman is puking jesus' thorn for a crown nuns on computers typing porn can't remember much like life's been torn got some mission some point in this place if he could only remember but memory's been erased the cops the mafia the video big man torturing all the way from amsterdam electrical shock like an animal's mind ravaged and starved cell phone's not being kind so he gets his gun shooting up the whole town runs to the country where he knows they'll be found finds his fear's got a new life got him a saint forgot him a wife got some mission some point in this place if he could only remember but memory's been erased police shoot guns they don't understand down on her knees yes, she knows this man she knows this man. (Miller)
umass song what does this girl want from me is it the same thing that i was thinking well i don't know, but what have you been drinking cuz there's a lack of communication yr on a permanent vacation from me... there's this place where i go, so i can be alone and it's much better than sitting here at home cuz i'd rather talk to someone than think by myself and i'd rather have a friend than beg someone for help but it's hard to say these things to just anyone cuz they never really care they just watch me til i'm done what does this girl want from me i'm not sure if she ever knew and is it the same thing as you well i don't even know and that was so long ago and she just wants me to go far away from her and further from my friends or the lack of friends i have or my countdown to the end of this non-existant fight and i really think i might tell it all to you instead of staying up all night wishing there was someone to listen to me just one time but no one really cares i guess it's all in my mind i've come to the conclusion after all of this time that a good friend's impossible to find and i've come to the conclusion after all of this time that a good friend's impossible not possible impossible...to find and i've come to the conclusion that my best friend my best friend's in my mind what does this girl want from me is it the same thing that i was thinking? (Lember)
things that aren't really there the spiderwebs in the corner after ages they fall crumbling and twisting becoming dust on the wall they fade and they weaken becoming one with the paint like a church, a god, a religion, or a saint. and i find that i can't just sit and believe my breath comes out short pushing the world through a sieve my friends, my family, politics, and god i just can't have blind faith i just cannot hide the fact that i'm weak cannot speak of these things and the truth that they carry and the sight that they might bring to me, i try, get down on my knees my hands just go in prayer but i just stumble over things...that aren't really there i just stumble over things, i just stumble over things... that aren't really there. (miller)
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