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Uncomplicated
04:42
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UNCOMPLICATED | Remember as a child who lost a kite | Drifted through the wind into the night | And in your dreams it carried on in flight | Streaming past the stars, a satellite | And but oh, then your mother told you how | Through the perforated clouds | What’s up comes crashing down | It’s not complicated | Everybody wants to wait in line | For the newest toy to come alive | Filling up the hole they feel inside | They pull a newer car onto the drive | And but oh, they pull you from your mother’s breast | To a place where they know best | Where no new thoughts are expressed | It’s not complicated | Oh, but if you uncomplicate it now | Learn to create anew somehow | What you gonna owe? | Oh, if you uncrucify those friends | Broken of heart to meet those ends | What you gonna owe? | Remember as the child who lost that kite | Drifted through the wind into the night | And in your life you carried on in flight | Streaming past the stars, a satellite | Ah but oh, as your neighbors gathered 'round | Awed as miracles float down | For they know not what they’ve found | It’s not complicated | Oh, but if you uncomplicate it now | Learn to renew this world somehow | What you gonna owe? | Oh, if you uncrucify those friends | Broken a heart to meet those ends | What you gonna owe?
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Just A Few Things To Do
05:21
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JUST A FEW THINGS TO DO | Listen to those whispers | sent from those who’ve missed their | final stab at cruel grace | Heartsick, bloodless faces | disappeared to places | Frightened to relieve those doubts | Run to the vessel, the lamps are fading now | I can't be over your shoulder | I can't breathe into your waiting ear | Whisper all of your secrets out | Dream your dreams out loud for two | Just a few things to do | Till I'm floating to you | Unexpected thunder | rippling fire asunder | bellowed out this doomsday horn | All those machinators | shed like skins of paper | has covered streets like deadened palms | Run to the vessel, my love, we’ve faded now
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What Not To Say
03:04
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WHAT NOT TO SAY | Spotlit, an airship above | So high, we float towards the ocean | Drifting, approach on the quiet | You torn, decide when to let me out | Too affected to make it through the day | Too excited to know what not to say | I searched for me and I found you | You, unavailable poison | You can't control how you feel | We made the bed, can't we lie in it?
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Hop To It
03:26
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HOP TO IT | Oh, come take a walk with me | but keep your wits about | This isn't uptown, baby | No, though you may hear a shot | and hit the button lock | don't let 'em send you sailing | Oh, hear on the radio | it's like their favorite show | to quell a demonstration | So, call on your telephones | Neighbors come out yer homes | we got a brick foundation | Do whatchu whatchu want | Picking up the pieces so nonchalant | We're all busy building the world we want | So c'mon, brothers, do whatchu whatchu want | Oh, hop to it | Girl we gonna do it | Boy we getting through it | Gonna make the scene | better than good | Though, they let the journalist give ‘em their crucifix | Their blessed father's regrets | No, down here on Cherokee | we're muddy in the street | No waiting 'round for prophets | Oh! They say the city's shorn | we gotta terraform | But that's invented wisdom | Call them on their bullshit | Instead of taking it | We gotta make ‘em, baby | Do whatchu whatchu want | Picking up the pieces so nonchalant | We're all busy building the world we want | So c'mon, lovers, do whatchu whatchu want
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THE DEPTHS OF THE DEEP END | Introducing all your friends | Seeing who doesn't get on | Gotta love, gotta new face and a feeling | Exposé your life till now | So much of yourself to explain | To recognize you by your words | by your motion | What do you do | What did you do so far | Where you been | When you gone too far | You're good to go | You've settled where crows are | with a familiar sinkin' feelin' | Cuz when you give, give all away | There's nothin' left of yourself to know | You gotta keep, keep a bit | bit of that of that love | Give it time and space to grow | Every heart is bled | Leaving us wasted and weaker | Every vessel run dry | If we only knew to remember | the depths of the deep end | How rot tends to seep in | Why would we even try? | Twisted strings stretch out of tune | Into a souring song | When you can fit everything on a postcard | Analyzing afterwards | How'd we know when to move on? | Broken heart's gotta beat on like soldier | What could you do | The trap's been baited | Words that you meant | Were left unstated | You're good to go | You've settled ill fated | with a familiar sinkin' feelin'
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Saints
02:36
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SAINTS | Are we getting so predictable | Heart dripping through my lips | It finds your brain | like poison | Turn it black and still with arms so open | and bursting open you let me in | Let me in | When you look into me | This latter day saint | And the facade falls way | When you look into me | It’s so vain | And the facade falls way | Even if I’m not inviting your advances | While I break your neck into this bow | It’s like a gift from mother, gift from father | All this need to move beyond your row | On your own
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Brian McClelland, Mic Boshans, Joe Taylor, Jason Hackett, Ian McGowan, Jenn Malzone
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