1. |
Reprise
00:51
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Listen to my music
Listen to my songs, maybe?
I swear they’re not just
Rip-offs from the eighties
I’m doing it for free
And I’m beggin’ on my knees
‘Cause my streams on Spotify are my whole personality
Listen to my music
Listen to my songs, maybe?
I haven’t been feeling quite well lately
There are other people in here too
It makes it better don’t assume
Listen to our music I only barely sing out of tune
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2. |
Modular
05:22
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I tried the young entrepreneur type
But it would never work out
Then let myself be caught by the hype
Of the modern academia stereotype
I had all the funds I needed
Every week on the payroll
But at night I still begged and pleaded
Struggling for control
Got some new clothes, you know how it goes
But now I’m running out of space to put them
Changed careers, moved to a busier street
But there’s no escape from what you’re running from
There’s a lot of work left to do
And no one around to call your bluff
Nothing of this really matters
I don’t think it’s gonna be enough
Where’s your lucky break
Do you even remember?
Where’s your lucky break
You need to control your temper
You wanted too much
You bet everything you have on a hunch
Then everything has gone wrong and you’re to blame
And do you think it’s really fair
Just play pretend, drink some wine with some friends
“And I’ll never do that again, I swear!’’
Just an ordinary mild man, afraid of being cast aside
Tried to take over the world with your beady little eyes
What good did it make
Can you give me an answer?
What good did it make
No support group left to enter
And you wanted too much
No all you have left is anger and a grudge
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3. |
Hayday
04:16
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Old friend
It’s been so long since it all fell through
Where did your hubris go?
Is it really you?
You knew so much
But now there’s no way
Anyone would ever care
For what you have say
You used to drink every night
And kept that slender frame
But know your wet, red eyes and puffy gut are making me ashamed
‘Cause your prime is over
Your hair is shorter
Your bed is colder
Hope you enjoyed your last quarter
‘Cause your prime is over
Your bed is colder
Your life is over
Hope you enjoyed your last quarter
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4. |
Unhand
03:51
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Remember all those hot afternoons?
Drenched shirts, playing out of tune
When all those half-said misunderstandings
Wouldn’t leave cracks that were unamending
I think it’s time
I’ll have to say goodbye
I think it’s time
I’ll take what’s mine and just say goodbye
Then in the end what’s left?
Half-done projects and emotional debts
And maybe it could be made clear
But we both know we don’t bother, do we?
There’s no need to try and force it
You’ll take what’s yours and I’ll take what’s mine
So now I’m thinking, I’m thinking it’s time
I think it’s time
I’ll have to say goodbye
I think it’s time
I’ll take what’s mine and just say goodbye
Didn’t even say goodnight
No need to try anymore
Just say goodbye
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5. |
Carol Kaye
04:52
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Sometimes it gets hard
Nothing comes out of your head
Stuck between the pen and the finger
Just reach for the old poster spread
And ready your arms to lift the whole thing up
Started with a ten-dollar steel guitar
A myth in the making
Although never a star
There’s no shortage of stars praising her
Single mother touring-artist
Even played in cabarets
But it was some other part of the industry
That she really made her place
Dedicated to Carol Kaye
Her basslines stuck like glue
And I’m still ripping them off
But that’s fine everybody’s copying it too
Endured through the 60’s and 70’s
With all those other cats around
Part of the crew, wrecking she did
Her name was known by every big-wig around
Dedicated to Carol Kaye
Her basslines stuck like glue
And I’m still ripping them off
But that’s fine everybody’s copying it too
I know the things you did are in the past
But I really think that they stood the test
I hope you made a couple of millions with it
It’s only fair after what I just sang
Dedicated to Carol Kaye
Her basslines stuck like glue
And I’m still ripping them off
But that’s fine everybody’s copying it too
Dedicated to Carol Kaye
Her basslines stuck like glue
And I’m still ripping them off
But that’s fine even Bowie’s copied them too
Dedicated to Carol Kaye
Her basslines stuck like glue
And I’m still ripping them off
Brian Wilson wishes he could play as well as you
The Beat Goes On would’ve been shit without you
That’s why it’s only fair this one be dedicated to Carol Kaye!
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6. |
Ire
04:15
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Sat down to have a beer
First time I feel fine this year
Get a few things of my mind
That I can’t make sense of
But then I flinch
I feel it coming back again
The itch in the back of my brain
Now even pasta makes me angry
Started hating spaghetti
Saw a guy coming down the street
I would kill myself if that were me
I think there’s something wrong in here
And it’s plain to see
Go to work
Don’t even bother
It comes and goes
Think of your mother
It’s how it is
And always been
Just say it’s fine
Big, big grin
Let’s be real
Just skip a meal
Save some cash
That’s the appeal
And if you’re not satisfied
You’re just a dumb brat full of pride
I’m sick of all of you
And you’re sick of all of me
I’ll need to get that looked at before it kills me
Or leads me to murder a plate of linguine
And if my dream comes true, I won’t worry about any of you
Don’t get anemic
We’ll help you out
Please come down
Don’t scream and shout
You’ve changed a bit
I wonder why
What a mystery the rivers run dry
Keep working hard that’s the way things go
Just pay attention
Someday maybe you’ll know
Don’t complain you’re not a quitter
Don’t be like all the others
They’re just bitter
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7. |
Reles
05:23
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All Summer Long is a lousy song and you know it
But when it comes on you know all the words and you sing along it
Summer is coming again and the waterslide is laid down, my friend
With the cans, and the bugs, and the dirt, and the terrible songs we like to play
We live like a struggling pizza place
Chugging along on a busy street
Not coming last
But never winning the race
Another 10-hour shift
Another 20-story building with no lift
A weekend of cheap protein
After an umbrella-less weekend in the rain
Cold on the streets
Cold sleeping on the floor
Decade old broken bed
And I won’t waste the rest of my days trying to follow a broken fad
We live like a struggling pizza place
Chugging along on a busy street
Not coming last
But never winning the race
Beer got expensive on your local bar
But you like the songs they play
The other one you used to go was the best by far
Shame it didn’t even made it to May
We live like a struggling pizza place
Chugging along on a busy street
Not coming last
But never winning the race
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