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Touch & Go
03:58
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Staring at a screen, staring at a phone
Listening to the heavy winds outside the window
Everyone is looking forward to moving on
But everything is still touch and go
Pass the hours watching the daily numbers
Like a real-life round of chutes and ladders
Worldwide Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Praying like it matters
Watching things unravel, feeling aged and aghast
Petrified of progress, still living in the past
Try to keep it all together as it flies apart
Should've done better, should've known from the start
Heaviest weight on the lightest branch
An inner monologue with an avalanche
Sitting here with your worst fears running on demand
Standing exposed on an empty bandstand
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All For Naught
03:02
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Fading beauty who's lost the plot
Burdens in your head like a juggernaut
Coffee grounds from the bottom of the pot
Sketches of a derailed train of thought
Tie yourself up in all these knots
Fill the page, connect the dots
Outcomes devoid of upshots
It's one for all, and all for naught
(1)
Nothing to do but stand and watch
Losers sigh at the victor's taunt
Failed the lessons you weren't taught
You get to win if you don't get caught
Kudos paid as an afterthought
Dying plants in a flower pot
Watered too late to stop the rot
Standing alone in a parking lot
(2)
Pay the price for all you've wrought
Lost the prize you thought you'd sought
Recompense that can't be bought
Blinded right in the blind spot
Cover your choked voice with a cough
Nobody cares how long you fought
Nothing to do but stand and watch
And shake your head at how quickly they all forgot you
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Corporate Troubadour
03:47
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(It's a) Hell of a way to start the middle age
A gilded cage is still a cage
Dressed in malaise from head to toe
All dolled up and nowhere to go
Final page of this desperate despot's last attempts to obfuscate
Like a twenty-first century Watergate
Can't go back to where we were before
The old saloon is now a New Age hippy store
Like a corporate troubadour
Poorly hidden matchbook, a burnt bridge contributor
Sweeping proclamations from a half-baked amateur
Bad jokes and bad faith lies, pornographic philosopher
A next-gen, hell-bent high-paid conspiracy connoisseur
With your abhorrent settled scores
Just a corporate troubadour
Lonesome laments in the hours after midnight
Assurances are anything but airtight
Does anyone still have the will to fight?
The old left of center's leaning hard to the right
It seems fear of exposure is no longer a deterrent
Celebrate your newest holiday of disenfranchisement
Prevarication misconstrued as endorsement
Common courtesy needs some positive reinforcement
In the fading candlelight
Nothing's seems so bright anymore
We've got a lot to answer for
All these corporate troubadours
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Career Drinkers
03:09
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Part-timers and career drinkers
Fallacies and falsehoods of liquor
Bad feelings and bad times linger
A chill inside, worse than any winter
Shots on my breath on a night in October
“You're less fun when you're sober”
Condensation falling on my coaster
Just take my name off your poster
That off the shelf Irish whiskey
Poured into my beers recklessly
Behind the northern forest festival revelry
I almost hung myself from a birch tree
Get one more round, get carelessly legless
I don't miss the crying, I don't miss the darkness
And what's to show, after twenty-odd years?
Scars on my soul, holes in my ears
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Tiffany Lamp
03:39
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Who knew this thing had a lifespan?
Piling up like the dust on the nightstand
Tiffany lamp, phone charger, elastic hairbands
As all the control slips out of your hands
Let your eyes adjust to the dark
Make out the most of what you can
Under the shell of a hardened man
Extinguishing the spark
You're fixating, but what else do you have?
Bland and boring and dreary and drab
Overthinking all your plans by the glow of a Tiffany Lamp
As all control slips out of your hands
A blurry haze, of endless days
With your balance in decay
Colours bleed to grey, what else is left to say?
It was all that you had left, and they took it all away
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The Most Toys
04:22
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Settled into a moderate's armchair
A black matter for the heart that sent you there
Facing up to not being that brave
Weights we all carry to the grave
Burdens both splendid and spectacular
Too timid to be a true ambassador
Deny yourself of your one true joy
For the sake of being one of the boys
Fighting anxiety, fighting the boredom
Watching your leaves change into autumn
Put your feet up if they get too cold
Ball up your worries and watch them implode
Burdens of young kings foisted on old queens
Fabulous dresses and gowns never seen
Mail-order bridesmaid apparel deployed
Trying to die with the most toys
Does anyone ever really die a winner?
Is it age or is it dust on the mirror?
Truth is there's nothing out there to stop me
It's within my reach, but I just won't let me
Wore out my welcome with my superstitions
Headfirst into failure like a man on a mission
A babbling voice in my head to ignore
Fighting an internalized cold war
Burdens you can't remove, they're hardwired
Halfway to halfway to halfway to retired
Making a stand but it's all just so much noise
Trying to die with the toys
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Tapestry
02:36
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Bored impatience of a laundromat
Thinking selling all my Strats
Seems like all I do is hurt
Terrible choices for an introvert
Self-absorbed despondency
Hell-bent for mediocrity
My composure is a travesty
Watch it unravel like a tapestry
Something from nothing once again
Hello songs, my only friend
Another lonely dirge is penned
An assembly line of aches and pains
Again
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All You Had To Do
03:16
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I wasn't asking for the world
Just a little bit of help, my guy
Seems I'm not good enough
To even merit a reply
But if you can't find the time
Well gee whiz, just tell me so
Y'know it's really not that hard...
Dismissed and treated as a relic
Contrite, but unapologetic
All you had to do was say no
All you had to do was say no
Still pushing hard to build yourself
Guess I'm just not worth the time
I'll bet my calls would be returned
If you thought it'd help with your climb
With a halfhearted brush-off reply
Before you vanish like a ghost
Nobody likes the silent types...
And as you're reaching for the stars
All your friends they'll wish you well
Have a blast, and go to hell...
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Junkies & Drunks
03:54
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Find yourself out of touch and frustrated
How quickly the new becomes the dated
Chipping away at your nostalgia in chunks
All of your heroes were junkies and drunks
How fast your best will turn to worst
Failing favours unrehearsed
How fast your January sanctuary first
Becomes a February curse
Time is passing faster you must admit
You can't help but find the time to waste it
Chipping away at where you placed all your hopes
All of your heroes are ghosts
How fast will you be erased from this earth
For all the nothing it was worth
How fast your January final blessed curse
Becomes a February first
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Broken Teapot
02:49
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Are your reserves set to expire?
Are you afraid, sad and lonely and tired?
Have all your worst fears been amplified?
Do you feel like you're sitting, waiting to die?
Has the story of your life gone and lost the plot?
Just a stream of coffee and pills for a blood clot?
A cooling tempest in a broken teapot?
Or so I thought
Are you nervous and edgy with no reason to be?
Staring out of the window with nothing to see?
Can't even find the wherewithal to want to believe?
With no reprieve
Anxieties bow-tied with a Gordian Knot?
An endless echo with no way to stop it
Burdens in song form sold in a gift shop
That's overstocked
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Could you do me a favour?
Give me a moment to savour it
Don't take the time to forget it
Don't take my mind to regret it
Slumbering and smouldering,
Cautiously clamouring for it
Shadows silhouetting it
Aiding and abetting it
You wanna walk that road?
You're gonna walk it alone
Edges worn, tempers frayed
How much more can I give away?
Everything is a crippling bore
Can't even think straight anymore
You make your own luck
And I made mine terrible
Old neglected aqueducts
Self-sabotage was inevitable
You wanna walk that road?
You're gonna walk it alone
Let's have all of the fun
Before we get old
Never figured we'd be so bold
Learn all the things we were never told
Cruising 'round town in a '79 Olds
No one can tell us no, oh no
Out of our minds, out of control
Wrap it around that old telephone pole
Learn all the things you were never gonna know
Everything's gaudy and faded and cold
Meeting our end in a '79 Olds
You wanna walk that road?
A mediocre portfolio
As you flatline like a dial tone
Yeah you make your own luck
And I took mine to the grave
There's nothing left to be found
There's no one here to be saved
Might seem kinda sad, but kinda inevitable
You wanna walk that road?
You're gonna walk it alone
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