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Blessing
00:55
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2. |
Jenny Joy
03:09
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I've got a feeling that her legs might be connected to her brain
'cause from what I'm seeing the qualities in both are just the same:
straight and smooth, soft and clear
with some unexpected curves.
Will I find out all of what's upstairs
or do I totally lack the nerve?
Jenny Joy do you ever think I'm cool? 'cause
Jenny Joy I wanna drive you home from school 'cause
there's a lot of talking we could do.
We might connect on a thing or two.
Jenny, Jenny I've been hoping you
would say "Okay" if I stay long enough to get to know you
Jenny Joy.
I've got a feeling that her eyes were drawn by Disney animators
'cause from what I'm seeing they're the kind that see you now
and hit you later.
Deep and green, wide and true
with an unexpected fire
Will I find out all of what they know
or does my fear outstrip my desire?
Jenny Joy do you ever think I'm cool? 'cause
Jenny Joy I wanna drive you home from school 'cause
there's a lot of talking we could do.
We might connect on a thing or two.
Jenny, Jenny I've been hoping you
would say "Okay" if I stay long enough to get to know you
Jenny Joy.
There's a dark photograph
that speaks volumes about your sins
floating in front of me.
I will dive in the frame
'cause it's where I've also been.
Jenny Joy do you ever think I'm cool? 'cause
Jenny Joy I wanna drive you home from school 'cause
there's a lot of talking we could do.
We might connect on a thing or two.
Jenny, Jenny I've been hoping you
would say "Okay" if I stay long enough to get to know you
Jenny Joy.
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3. |
Love On Rewind
03:29
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Can you remember things we never shared?
Our dancing hearts confessing what our hearts have never dared
Can you remember that some better time
sprung eternal from convictions
that helped our hearts commit this crime?
Lie to me and ease my mind.
Make the nightmare sweet and treat me like we're fine.
There's a place we can go.
Pretending's just a way to die slow,
so while there's time
let's put our love on rewind.
Is it so difficult to talk it through?
C'mon and spill your fearsome secrets
and I'll unload a couple, too.
Or do we want to dance a leaning lie
that tangles up the truth until our love begins to die?
Lie to me and ease my mind.
Make the nightmare sweet and treat me like we're fine.
There's a place we can go.
Pretending's just a way to die slow,
so while there's time
let's put our love on rewind.
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4. |
These Are Not
01:51
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These are not the lyrics
to a song that has no words.
They are, in fact, a heart attack
that fast outflies the birds
and I am quite convinced
that you are worthier than me of all of this.
These are not the hours
you want to spend without me there.
They are, in fact, a quick reaction
flailing everywhere
and I am quite convinced
that you are worthier than me of all of this.
Tell a little bit to me of how
you'd like to yell a little bit to me right now
but make it count.
Make sure you make it count.
These are not the drinks
you want to take tonight alone.
They are, in fact, a solemn pact
with the feelings you've not shown
and I am quite convinced
that you are worthier than me of all of this.
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5. |
What Makes You Smile
02:30
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A series of numbers changes hands.
The pixie girl with the blades is all shook up.
No one pretends to know just what it takes
to make you smile.
Boyfriends weren't all that fun for her.
Soap operas can spill your guts all night.
Nobody cares to erase the sensation
of an aggravated sitcom fight.
"If you make love to me
then we'll call it even (even, even now).
Even if it hurts, I've got insurance."
No one denies that she's earned it.
Make up your powder keg red face.
The follow-up isn't something registered.
No one pretends to know just what it takes
to make you smile.
Cheap glitter and invitation jeans
counterbalanced with a pomade jerk-off grin;
no one cares to erase the advantage
that you signed away to him.
"If you look straight at me
then you'll die tomorrow (tomorrow's such a joke).
Even if you call I've got insurance.
Who really cares where I learned it?"
Smash windows and cut your wrists in half.
Blood and flowers on floors just make me laugh.
No one pretends to know just what it takes
to make you smile.
Tell all of your friends that you're alright
then suffocate in a bed of filth all night.
Nobody cares where the sheets and stairs
conspire to rape your life.
No one pretends to know just what it takes
to make you smile.
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6. |
A Welcome Change
01:04
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7. |
I Am The President
03:53
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Here is a new leitmotif for the age of disgrace
so the sad and dark shadows can pull the sun off their face
and die down, die down, die down
throwing themselves on a furious mountain of snow.
Remember now, remember now
that maybe we do know the right way to go.
Oh, to get swallowed and swirl away
into my dreams of what's good.
Take your place in the theatre
empty seats running in circles and then
someone jumps in waving their hands in a misfit's rage,
being caged, they can't tell when
the right time has come to rip apart stars
and throw them off cliffs by a shivering sea
that's a soup of fake lives
crying mouths forming "o"s
lamenting everything they used to be.
Oh, to get swallowed and swirl away
into my dreams of what's good.
I am the president
I'll make a declaration of myself
I am the rightful king conquering everything of me on the shelf
At the consoles of rocket ships
thousands of candidates teem toward the black.
And, I among them, holding my wife and son
program the one I'm in not to come back;
streaking on course, bound for a colony
where all my fantasies sell out the first night
to a fandom of brothers in a frenzy of ritual tabloid blood
spilled for discovering what's right.
Oh, to get swallowed and swirl away
into my dreams of what's good.
I am the president
I'll make a declaration of myself
I am the rightful king conquering everything of me on the shelf
I am the emperor
I control all the jewels I will display
I am the universe creating the work of my God in one day.
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8. |
Every Night
04:21
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Every night alone I cry
to leverage down this dead old lie.
Every night I see the game begin
because I've always been
there weighing light
bitter complaints formative right.
She makes me run all of the time.
You could be there.
It's falling.
Every night alone I pray
a wordless gift to heaven high.
Every night I hear the dim resolve
because my muted sin's
there weighing down
cold water hands forming the right.
She makes me turn all of myself into thin air.
I'm falling.
Every night alone I try
to sew myself up from inside.
Every night I feel the reason slip
because my heart's not in
there waiting 'round
for both of her hands planning some time.
She makes me learn all of my heart
doesn't mean care
I'm falling.
Every night
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9. |
Shelly Sunday
03:14
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Shelly sits inside a Sunday morning.
She can't predict the day.
All she knows is that it's very cold
and it will not go away.
So she sits in silence thinking sadly
of all the love she's lost.
And though the feeling hurts her very badly
she cannot count the cost.
She cries "Aahhhhh."
It's so deep inside her.
"Aahhhhh."
Her coffee's cold. She's growing older.
"Aahhhhh."
She does it again 'cause the pain never ends.
Shelly runs away from Sunday morning.
She can't get past the gate.
All she knows is that it's gaining quickly
and her brokenness won't wait.
So she slides down in the garden puddles
and drinks the fog in deep.
And though the feeling makes her memory muddled
she cannot start to weep.
She sighs "Aahhhhh."
It's so deep inside her.
"Aahhhhh."
Her skin is grey. He's gone away forever.
"Aahhhhh."
She does it again 'cause the pain never ends.
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10. |
Ride
02:09
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11. |
Snake Oil
02:24
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Once, in a cupboard, the fortunes of the damned were kept.
The precipice was telling the doorman where they both had slept.
And then a warlock's wife remembered when
she'd seen the darkest practice riding on the sunset's slip.
Who could say?
It might have been a team of bank robbers.
Who could say?
There's only so much snake oil you can sell to dreamers.
Put down some money and run the table with your coarse, coarse hands.
Who can say? Who can say?
Little mermaids redesigning borders of sky.
Cutting corners the value drops and spills purple dye.
All over the faces are all washed in blood
and all the mourners rediscover what excited a flood ...
of tears, of Halifax, of drive-ins
decapitated and rearranged;
a brood of flying fingers
and the palm prints of the strange.
Who could say?
It might have been a house of children interred.
Who could say?
There's a bandage on the wrist of the flower girl you burned.
Put down some soul, honey, and ruin the fable with your long dead hands.
Who can say? Who can say?
Moldy scrapbooks in a cardboard box for two
made into picnics for the one who's supervising you.
Paper shreds, headlines tangle at the coming of the light.
Don't lose your heads.
You might be in the fog of a needle's blight.
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12. |
Sailing
03:53
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Can I ride this out again?
Can I continue to pretend
that I am not my only friend?
There's something missing in the end.
I suppose there's not another way.
Somebody told me I'd never stay.
I'm sailing away.
When the night ends another day
I'm sailing away.
Can you promise I'll be alright?
Can you help me find a light
that won't burn out if it gets too bright?
Or is it hopeless here tonight?
I suppose there's not another way.
Somebody told me I'd never stay.
I'm sailing away.
When the night ends another day
I'm sailing away.
I suppose there's not another way.
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13. |
Benediction
00:49
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Frederick Julius Omaha, Nebraska
Frederick Julius is underground, lo-fi pop music that conjures the vital sound of early Beach Boys records with lyrics that are visual experiments in the surreal. Each title in the ever-growing Frederick Julius catalogue is written and recorded by Matt Geiler in his sleepy bedroom studio, dubbed The Wonder Room, in Los Angeles, CA. ... more
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