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InVincible
04:48
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I want to stick it to the man
Bah da da da, ba da da da, da da da
I want to break every thing I can
Bah da da da
Cause I am invincible
It's a crazy ass idea
Ba da da
I am invincible
I plan to own the team this year
Ba da da
I want to tear up every plan
Ba da da
I want to fill a face with sand
Ba da da
So long
it always takes so long
To tune in to
A summer station
Sweet songs
Fade and the signals gone
Soundtrack to this
Old frustration
I will never be an also ran
Ba da da
I will be the shit that hits the fan
Ba da da
I am invincible
Guess who gave me that idea
Ba da da
I am invincible
I plan to the sell the team next year
Faded
The images are gone
The end of
This reputation
Cradle
Of everything we've done
The last call for a
Conversation
Sweet songs
Fade and the signals gone
The soundtrack to
This troubled nation
So long
The innocence is gone
So tune in to
A summer station
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2. |
Zoo
04:49
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Let’s wax suicidal
Break a few taboos
to keep our names in the papers
a little longer
This world is our oyster
This culture our zoo
This drug that we’re taking
getting stronger
These feelings are tidal
These musings askew
The light blinding our eyes
getting stronger
This place is our castle
This beach house our view
The storm eye approaching
a moment calmer
BRIDGE
In Imminent danger
What have we got in store?
An Imminent danger
What do you take us for?
Feeling so tribal
Feeling so blue
This chain to our anchor
growing longer
Staring down rivals
Joining a crew
Severing bonds
to feel stronger
Rain start pouring
Down on top of our heads
Now we're stuck in the mud
Waters keep rising
the end’s advertising
We keep our eyes closed
so we can’t see the flood
Float right past us
clear as day
You won't give us the time
You swimming away
While throwing us shade
And we’re doing our best
to throw you a life line
You fill your dreams
with murder machines
It’s a kick in the gas
Smoke pouring out
It’s a sad situation
You fill up your tank
with the pain of a nation
Speeding in circles
Can't find the brake
Busy killing some time
Counting up clicks
While your rubbing your sticks
You starting you a fire
And stomping on the landmines
This world is an oyster
its culture this zoo
The music the silence
The struggle the violence
The conflict of nations
Destruction Creation
The cradle (candle) keeps burning
The world can't stop turning
The promise to evolve
The despair the resolve
The crying the laughter
Just what are we after
The echos the distance
Complacence Resistance
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3. |
We Fly
03:02
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We were falling on Managua
I think from the east
The city rising up at us
bright trees and heat
Went weaving through the traffic
in the streets of old Leon
That smoky night
As we took flight
Trucks carts buses advertising
Jesus for free
These simple declarations
in diesel relief
The heart of Momotombo
Sends burnt offerings to God
So we can try
to learn to fly.
Bicycles horses motorcycles
sway across the land
A smiling Presidente
reassures the common man
Faces with no expression
no intent to show their hand
The dust will settle someday and we'll see...
The waves that break upon the sand
and pull us out to sea
These grains that once were mountains
mark their time and take their leave
As we gaze upon the setting sun
Our bindings loose their tie
We're of a mind
To learn to fly
.... When the dust all settles one day than you'll see
The markers of the generations
Neatly stand in rows
The consequences of our actions
thorns upon the rose
Our ever rising expectations
Weigh upon our minds
But still we try
To learn to fly
But still we try
And so we fly
Because we try
We learn to fly
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4. |
Buzz
03:10
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I see the Church
I see the steeple
I see 10 million wandering souls of now gone people
I hear the buzz upon the wire
The waves all propagate in ways to start a fire
We don’t know what we’re missing till its gone
I see the earth its cast of billions
Dressed in blues and greens and stained with deep vermillion
We carry on doing our thing
We take our notes of times and days
that cost us nothing
I’m not sure what I’m missing but it’s gone
Gently swaying in the soft serenade
Look at the scenery all of this scenery
Impatiently waiting for the parade the contestants an unsavory crowd
Each one to a person to be made
Not certain if we have it all
I can admire the role if not the one
The sun is up
another Monday
Been thinking about it since the start of Sunday
The race is on
I run through my day
Keeping up the pace till I reach Friday
We don’t know what we’re missing till its gone
I see the Church
I see the steeple
I see 10 million wandering souls of now gone people
I hear the buzz upon the wire
The waves all propagate in ways to start a fire
We don’t know what we’re missing till its gone
We don’t know what we’re missing till we’re gone
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5. |
Look At The Time
04:42
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It’s really great to see you again
Where has all the time gone?
Mercy me how you have aged
Has it really been that long?
We weren’t born yesterday
Anybody can see
Are you feeling okay?
How’s your health history
It’s so nice that we could get together
Can’t tell you how many times I wanted to call
But you know how one day runs into another
And those long summer days
they keep getting shorter and
suddenly turn into fall
My my my Look at the time
My my my Look at the time
So you got a really great job
Making plenty of dough
A beautiful wife three lovely kids
A house in the desert
another one up in the snow
Everything you could want
Realized all your dreams
Practically a savant
So you ask what’s up with me?
Well I guess I’m doing just about as good as you
maybe even have just a little bit more
I mean it's not like I’ve got anything to prove
But since you just asked me
I’m not really bragging but
I’ll have to even the score.
My my my Look at the time
My my my Look at the time
It’s been so nice to have this conversation
Take this little walk down memory lane
So we look kind of worn
I didn’t really notice but its true
Like we’ve been through a storm
I barely recognized you
I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve spent together
We should do this again and again real soon
Let's plan on some much finer weather
I think I can fit you in some time
I’ll look at my schedule well
maybe next June
My my my Look at the time
My my my Look at the time
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6. |
Long Gone Friend
03:30
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Staring
At every headlight
On this highway tonight
I’m struck by the weight of a world on a string
Hearing
A voice from my past
echo off this glass
Looking into rear view eyes that will not blink
Could it be the alcohol
That keeps me whistling in the dark?
10 years ago as I recall
Now you’re back to give me the willies
Hanging
On each and every sign
Marking out the time
Looking for an exit that will get me off of
Listening
Your whispers in my ear
The words I cannot hear
I turn my head and see you here with me
Maybe it’s the Adderall?
That keeps us running in the dark
The memory of when we hit the wall
You’ve come again and given me the willies
Here I was counting on a long gone friend
I hope it’s just the alcohol
Or these sedatives I take
Still trying to prevent it all
But I can’t find the brake
And now you’ve gone and given me the willies
And to think how I once called you my friend
You know you’ve come and given me the willies
Why can’t you stay my long gone friend?
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7. |
Wackadoodle
02:28
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I got this theory
I got this crazy idea
A little out there
But Something
you gotta hear
It has so many layers
It might take a whole year
To unpack my
Wackadoodle point of view
I’ve got this message
That simply has to get through
It’s taken over
Everything I once knew
It’s a little hard to follow
But I’m sure you’ll approve
Of my
Wackadoodle point of view
These crazy allegations
Are floating around
Everything being blown out of proportion
It’s an epidemic unhygienic brain splitting sound
Of a world lost in delusion and distortion
(Deep State Baby)
I got this notion
I got this deep seeded fear
Its paranoia
That I feel is sincere
It’s now so overwhelming
It’s become my career
This wackadoodle point of view
We’re just some crazy bipeds
Mucking about
Making up some insane wildass stories
The further from the facts we go
The more we scream and shout
Minds torn asunder while we suffer
In our Glory
(Hallelujah)
Maybe all of these parts
Don’t add up to the sum
When I get like this my mind and mouth
Can’t help but start to run
So what if I’m marching to the clunk
Of a broken beat up drum
It’s just my
Wackadoodle point of view (Deep State Baby)
“Kennedy was killed by space aliens”
Wackadoodle point of view (Deep State Baby)
“Vaccination is mind control”
Wackadoodle point of view (Deep State Baby)
“I’m surrounded by lizard people – somebody help me”
Wackadoodle point of view (Deep State Baby)
“Don’t get me started on 5G”
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8. |
Volcano
04:08
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I look for arrows
I walk another mile
Throw another crash dummy on the pile
I'm locked and loaded
I’m rolling up my sleeves
Making my wax copy of your keys
It's all a jumble
But making common sense
Talking up the past in a future tense
You rise in anger
You bout to blow your top
You bubbling up fast got no way to stop
I sing your classic songs
I jump on back your truck
I scream in perfect time
but
Should I jump in your volcano
because You say so?
Bridge
Treat me like a virgin
Treat me like a child
Swallow me whole
I'm a drug gone wild
Let go of all this reason
Liquid rock from solid stone
Say a little prayer for me
And watch me explode
I buy my ticket
I'm standing in your line
I bathe in your heat wave to pass my time
I'm all a quiver
I'm barely in my seat
Riding this tidal wave through the streets
I follow closely
Practicing every line
Mixing your coconuts with my lime
I've caught the drift now
I'm sailing with the wind
Floating my dreams closer to your pin
I look for arrows
I walk another mile
Throw another crash dummy on the pile
I'm locked and loaded
I’m rolling up my sleeves
Making my wax copy of your keys
It's all a jumble
But making common sense
Talking up the past in a future tense
You rise in anger
You bout to blow your top
You bubbling up fast got no way to stop
I move my lips to pray
Clap my hands in time
I step up to the edge
We move our lips to pray
Clap our hands in time
We step up to the edge
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