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Gaslight District
04:04
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She danced for rain
It never came
She hoped for change
But stayed the same
It's not her fault
But she's to blame
In waves of grain
We stayed the same
Headline, headline
Glory to the grapevine
Gaslight, gaslight
Repeat it til it feels right
This isn't normal
But it's not new
It isn't fact
But it feels true
What may be right
May not be fair
Search for the center
There's nothing there
This may still be
The home of the brave
But primal fear
It comes in waves
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There is a place I used to know
A cul de sac the middle class could once call home
White picket fence, a clean cut lawn
The neighbors smiled, and always left the curtains drawn
What a beautiful morning here in the USA
Everyday, everything, everyone in their rightest state
What a beautiful morning here in the USA
It seems like a dream, but to me it was yesterday
When men were men, and women wives
It wasn’t much, but it felt so safe in black and white
That was the place I used to know
Before we had all of that trouble years ago
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What If I Don't Grow Up?
03:34
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What happens when the four of us are in the same room
And we haven't see each other since leaving the womb
But the hiss of the static means no one has a damn thing to say?
We just stare at our phones, they're glued to our hands
We’re searching for friends, making overdue plans
'Cuz wherever we aren't, the greener grass is fading to gray
There must have been a point where we could have said “no"
We'd never be these people, we swore it not long ago
What if I don't grow up, I just grow old
A product of the clock
They just add 15% more and change the box?
What if I don’t grow up, I just grow colder
Orbiting away
And the sun keeps shrinking with every passing day?
So nobody's happy, the photos are shopped
And everybody's bumping and waiting for the drop
As if the beat is the only release from this American life
It’s an anxious world that we’re living in
And I’ve gotten this far without giving in
But the shadows are tempting and haunt me and gnaw at my mind
‘Cuz that instant gratification hasn’t happened for me
And I'm spammed with little glimpses of things I'll never have or be
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Let Me Come Home
04:38
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She said, "Boy, when you stare out the window,
You're wasting away precious time.
You can make wayward glances toward future romances,
That's fine -- but I won’t let you waste mine."
Well, her words sent my head into orbit
And her glare sent me into the night
I was lost in my youth, in my desperate pursuit
Of a dream that winked at me in the night
Let me come home, let me come home
I'm done chasing fireflies
Caught in a jar, they only lose their glow
My love, please let me come home
I thought I could have everything that I wanted,
But didn't understand
I had more than enough to make me a man
For I wandered around in the weeds
'Til I realized how far I was gone
As a matter of fact, the one thing that lasted was real
Was there all along
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I can’t shake this feeling that I’m full of shit
It makes me nauseous, but I can’t quit
I’m kicking ass and taking names
The biggest cock in these reindeer games
I wow the crowd with my original opinions
They seem so deep and woke if you don’t really listen
But it’s just music, and I’m just bitching
Out on a rooftop somewhere in Brooklyn
And these days they say the music’s got no soul
Yeah, these days just aren’t like the days of old
And they'll try to make you choose between the red and blue
So scream in their faces, "Two things can be true!"
Once upon a time they called that rock and roll
Once upon a time they called that rock and roll
And I guess I’m guilty
Of buying into a dated daydream
Just bought these blue jeans, they're too tight for me
Thought I was different, but I’m just boring
There’s a barcode on everything I’ve ever owned
A sell-by date on every miracle I’ve known
The gods are sellouts, and I'm on my knees
My revelation, now served with cheese
You thought the present was unconcerning
Netflix and chilling while Rome was burning
While you were pining for revolution
Forgot the world was already turning
Love don't come for free, you've gotta to pay your dues
Be careful what you wish for, now it's coming true
Time to stop trying to be ironic
Cuz like Alanis, I‘m just wrong
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White Noise
06:59
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I saved the world, yeah, I saved the world once
But now it’s crumbling, yeah, it’s only just begun
The world is smaller, but son, that shouldn’t make you proud
I’ll tell you why, cuz EVERYTHINGSTOOFUCKINGLOUD
I leave the TV on, I just can’t look away
They killed this country, how’d they kick the corpse today?
I don’t remember -- hey, who are we bombing now?
Cuz they moved in next door and EVERYTHINGSTOOFUCKINGLOUD
We used to build shit, yeah, we used to make shit here
But now we bullshit, nothing is the new frontier
When did piracy become a desktop job?
How did civil rights become a war on God?
We sold our souls, surrendered to the hot new sound
Turn down the bass, you’ll hear that EVERYTHINGSTOOFUCKINGLOUD
They told me that it takes a village
Then sold mine off and sealed my fate
So kid, until I get my privilege
The rest of you will have to wait
I can be both a patriot and nihilist
Me and your pinko paradise can't coexist
So don’t you tell me things are gonna turn around
We’re all just hypocrites and
EVERYTHINGSTOOFUCKINGLOUD
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Last Week
04:44
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The sidewalks are still scarred
The air is thick with a certain kind of silence
Eyes never meet
His mind can’t stop unraveling the violence
Strangers are polite
It’s different, and kinda nice
But it’s unspoken now that something slowly smolders
And at the slightest sound
His neck snaps back around
To find a hundred other eyes looking over shoulders
She says to him, “I’ve held my breath too long,
I’ve never felt so lost just sitting in my room."
So they take a drive in the schizophrenic night
Across the state line, fleeing mortal gloom
They dance til they can’t stand
And they sing til they can’t speak
But their shadows move like puppets in a show
And when they lie awake that night
So tightly intertwined
They're still naked in this world, and still alone
The news vans have come and gone
Each peal of laughter adds a splash of color
It’s easier to smile
As she catches the bus and tries to make that dollar
Last week has happened before
It will all happen again
Your shadow’s gonna chase you til your dying day
But it hasn’t happened yet
So soon enough, she will forget
How many people always feel this way
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Bear It
04:19
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It's always something small
Whatever it is that you can't recall
But your face always falls
And everyday
A little piece of the life we've made
Crumbles away
And I could bear it
Yes I could bear it
If you still knew me
And if I could help it
I'd trade our thousands
Of threadbare memories
For one more moment
If we could share it
I always believed
The years would pass in peace
But they’re picking you clean
And the more that I look I see
They’re also picking at me
I swore I’d love you
Until I lose you
I cannot lose you
I will not lose you
I swore I’d love you
Until I lose you
I'll never leave you
But I can’t find you
So I will bear it
Yes, I will bear it
If I can help it
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It turns out that hell
Is on the shoulder of the interstate
Nothing but brake lights
And sunrise never seemed so far away
I never even thought to plan
For helpless nights in foreign lands
I couldn't sleep under the stars, sleep under the stars in Tennessee
He wore a .45
And towed me down the highway 60 miles
A plane soared by
And I asked him if he'd ever tried to fly
He said, "The Good Lord gave me feet --
This ground is good enough for me.
I can sleep under the stars, sleep under the stars in Tennessee."
He had another soul to save
A cloud of fumes served as his wave goodbye
At last I laid me down
And I could swear I've never smiled so wide
Blessed are the casualties
Of Southern hospitality
Who fall asleep under the stars, asleep under the stars in Tennessee
We fell asleep under the stars, asleep under the stars in Tennessee
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Early Morning Light
04:18
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Is this what
Death is like?
If that's so
I don't mind
Peeking in
Through the blinds
The world is quiet
In the earlymorninglight
I dare not move
I lie in wait
So I can hear
The break of day
Please, let me behold
Your smiling face
Before you wake
To the earlymorninglight
I dare not move
Come what may
I still believe
In the earlymorninglight
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Alone In America
03:54
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Alone in America
Forever surrounded by herself
It’s painfully clear that this
Is just who she has always been
A living document,
The meaning endlessly revised
She's not too big to fail
In these trying times, you have to try
Manifest destitute
This town is dying before her eyes
There's plenty of time to kill
Nothing on the points of interest sign
This great experiment
Fizzled out along the Great Divide
She cries with the Mississippi
Caterwauling to catalyze
Pleading the fifth of Jack
The girl is not so innocent
Working both sides of the aisle
When a new congress is sworn in
Have faith in her constitution
She’s no damsel in distress
To make a more perfect union
Baby, you gotta get undressed
Alone in America
Forever surrounded by herself
It’s painfully clear that this
Is just who she will always be
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Drunken Logic Los Angeles, California
Songs that made sense at the time.
2012-2023.
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