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1- Sometimes Life is Strange

I’ve got Vonnegut and Dante on my walls
I’ve got pretty girls and prozac on my brain
Someone’s fucking up the bathroom stalls, it smells like vice and lust and balls

Sometimes life is strange

You love and hate yourself so much
You’re the greatest one alive but you’re insane
You crave a man or woman’s touch, either sex or war or double dutch

Sometimes life is strange

Queen Elvis makes me realize
I can’t write a subject’s subtle strain
I sound like I might think I’m wise, but I only cover dreams or eyes

Sometimes life is strange

The world looks like coked-out poets sound
John Cooper Clarke’s a fucking saint
It’s evidently Chickentown, I’m evidently not around

Sometimes life is strange

I’m getting tired of writing words
I’m got a four and a half note range
Thank you all for what you’ve heard, signed Satan’s stoic singing bird

Sometimes life is strange

2- Clementine

You sold your shoes and stood in mine
You pick out brambles, pull on vines
You protest lacks of picket lines

Oh misguided Clementine

You ache for those to twist your spine
You draw their baths and breathe their brine
You burned your hands and built their shrine

Oh self-destructive Clementine

You look for stories in headlines
You think the world to be benign
You cast your doubts through holy wine

Oh innocent Clementine

You operate on hearts divine
You obfuscate and intertwine
You run a bleak production line

Oh fatalistic Clementine

3- Shortsighted Angel

Well my bones are sore
And my mouth is dry
There’s a shortsighted angel
Pulling clouds from the sky

I ask her her name
I ask her her name

Well my home is here
And it’s far away
There’s a shortsighted angel
Painting chalk all the way

I ask her her name
I ask her her name

Well my fever breaks soon
And I’m tired and still
There’s a shortsighted angel
Past the top of that hill

I ask her her name
I ask her her name

Well my thoughts blend together
And my words sound the same
There’s a short sighted angel
She’s calling my name

I ask her her name
I ask her her name
I ask her her name
She’s calling my name

4- I’m Going To

Red houses line the sidewalks
I’m looking at their doors
Shut and locked tight nightly
Who could ask for more?

I’m waiting for the suburbs
A little town where I
Can walk ’til I turn older
Laugh a while and die

There’s a place I know
There’s a place I’m going to tomorrow

Red dresses line the parties
Tall, with words of glass
Aching for survival
Actions built to last

I’m waiting for the statues
Someone, somewhere that I
Can love ’til I turn older
Laugh a while and die

There’s someone I know
There’s someone I’m going to tomorrow

Red flags line the jungle
Poking at the earth
Their cans of paint sit empty
Floating down the firth

I’m waiting for the styles
To live and wear, so I
Will paint as I turn older
Laugh a while and die

There’s a life I know
There’s a life I’m going to tomorrow
There’s a place I know
There’s someone I’m going to tomorrow

5- Ain’t It So??

The sun fell down about an hour ago
And dawn is taking off her clothes
It’s just the way she speaks in tongues that’s so disarming

Ain’t it so??

Sun wraps herself in vacant stares and swollen stings
And dawn is taking off her rings
It’s just the way she drew her face that’s so disarming

Ain’t it so??

I am the last remaining relic of the winter
I am a burial in snow
It’s just the way she trades in colours without warning

Ain’t it so??

6- Talking Dust Soul Blues

A while back when I was young and free
I’d look to the road and it’d look to me
I grew up staring at the places I’d go
I forgot to check if I’d been before
I was ready to leave, not a very nice thing to do
If there’s people behind that might love you

I’m older now and I’ve been confined
By the rules that I’ve made up in my mind
The ringing phone brings a heart attack
It gets worse if I try to call them back
Leaving is an option, if I had somewhere to be
Freedom’s starting to feel less free

Then one morning I heard the trees
Rustling and moving and then these
Were the words I thought I heard them say
If you don’t change now you’ll blow away
And so I listened, to what I had heard
I’m not crazy, I swear I just liked the words

So I went outside and I ate some food
I hadn’t eaten in days so it tasted good
I chased it down with a class or two
I hadn’t been in days so there was less I knew
Writing words down, I didn’t understand them
It was complex like a memorandum
with Michel Foucault and Judith Butler and whoever else

Things got better and then worse again
Ups get downs and beginnings end
Now if there is a girl out there
With pretty eyes and auburn hair
I’m sorry, I know that ship has sailed
But if it’s any help, it’s me that failed.
Not always the most open person, I know

So here we are at the end of the song
I’m confident that I’m not that strong
With a soul of dust and some things to do
And golfer’s lack of follow through
I just might make it, I won’t be great
But I might be good, or at least I won’t get to sleep so late
Writing songs and pissing off the people who say they love me
I hope they do

7- If I Owned Some Land

If I owned some land
I’d buy some more
Dirt and sand
And two by fours

I just want
To make you smile
I keep it simple
Every once in a while

I’d rebuild Rome
If that’s what I’d need
I’d find a home
To rest my feet

I’ve got this feeling
Of fear and love
You may be out there
I’m here above

I haven’t found
What I can’t explain
A windswept town
Or weathervane

No complex rhymes
No metaphors
If I owned some land
I’d buy some more

8- I’m The Greatest

I’m the greatest nihilist the world has ever seen
I’m vain and insincere and I still mix up blues and greens
But none of this means anything, I don’t know what nothing means
So here’s to all the people off to hell in limousines

This is the simplest song that I have ever written
I’d say bite me or fuck you, but you’ve been fucked and I’ve been bitten
If Jesus were a sailor to Suzanne and all her kittens
You can touch her perfect body and you won’t know what you’ve been missing

Every song I’ve ever heard tells us that we’re going to die
From everything the Bee Gees wrote to 1999
But there’s no proof that I or anyone around won’t be alive
When the sun explodes some years from now and everyone gets fried

They legalized that stuff and we all think we’ve all been cured
We don’t want Henry the 8th, we’d prefer Richard the 3rd
I guess some things are safer than horse or death or words
But now everybody’s stealing bread from mouths of babes or birds

I’m the greatest nihilist the world has ever seen
I’m vain and insincere and I still mix up blues and greens
But none of this means anything, I don’t know what nothing means
So here’s to all the people off to hell in limousines

I’m the greatest nihilist that hasn’t really lived
I’ve seen the world I’m singing to through the windows that I hid
Behind because I’m scared of taking what I give
Yeah I’m the greatest nihilist that hasn’t ever lived

9- Counterculture

Hey man doncha know my name?
I’m John Wayne but the face is rearranged
Has everybody here been introduced?
Buy us drinks so we know that you’ve got nothing left to lose
Lie to me upon a bearskin rug
It’s fake of course it’s really just a cub
Hey man doncha know their ways?
Two parts denial, one part purple haze

Put my arms beside my head
I can wake up when I’m dead

The floor is shaking, like my hands
So surgery’s not going quite as planned
Alpha males take pills to please their dates
I take pills to keep my head on straight
Swap clothing in the back but caught too soon
It’s not for me to know or guess or to assume
Hey man doncha know their ways
Just use little words they can’t get too amazed

Put my arms beside my head
I can wake up when I’m dead

Shards of glass give lunch a bitter feel
I lock my doors so no one thinks I steal
Rough around the edges and inside
You act like your emotions were denied
Stunted growth but filming in the dark
Lit up like some cigarettes and bark
Hey man doncha know their ways?
They’re loud because they’re scared of what they’d say

Put my arms beside my head
I can wake up when I’m dead
I can wake up when I’m dead
I can wake up when I’m dead

10- El Dorado

Dust gets in my way, painted blue by the sky
The ocean, a mirage behind my eyes
It’s been months since I last saw another set of headlights
I’m young enough to trust myself to drive

Moonlight lines the way to El Dorado
The sun reflects on broken hearts of gold
Moonlight lines the way to El Dorado
Carve into your mountains and your soul

I’m lying in my room, watching dawn descend
If I’m lying it’s not what I intend
It’s been months since I last saw another simple end
I’m young enough to trust myself again

Moonlight lines the way to El Dorado
The sun reflects on broken hearts of gold
Moonlight lines the way to El Dorado
Carve into your mountains and your soul

Singing for the people, who just sit there on there own
I’m sometimes singing for myself or I’m alone
It’s been months since I last told myself to pick up the phone
To hear words that lift me up like I’ve been stoned

Moonlight lines the way to El Dorado
The sun reflects on broken hearts of gold
Moonlight lines the way to El Dorado
Carve into your mountains and your soul

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