1. |
No Victories
03:08
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all rise up
he has risen
bow to his glory
hail his vision
is this the man we worshipped so intently?
there's murder in his eyes
thought we'd be safe from the rapture
here's your second coming
as blood fills up the skies
no victories for the believers
thought to preach the truth
instead spread violence and bigotry
in the name of everyone other than thee
whiter clouds
bring dangerous game
cause of sorrow
like moths to a flame
play into it
lay your tired arms
walk into it
take your wild charms
and succumb
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2. |
Imitation
01:36
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de j'amnesia
when the word stops
when the ink spills
when the pen drops
when the thought kills
it's not new or
iginal
everything's been done before
make yourself lightheaded
trying to be the next genius
it's impossible
it can't be done
so embrace it I guess
imitation over art
give up and pander
to an image
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3. |
I'll Hold The Mirror
03:24
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arrange the trees like so forth in a ring
echo through the forest like a bell
polar intervention makes it sting
with no injury or blood loss that you can tell
kid gets coached by a stranger
learn another sport
live in your front yard today
build another fort
do whatever it is you do
I'll hold the mirror
angle it towards the sky
make the sun clearer
twenty mile jog through life
it's daylight horror
if you need to look behind
I'll hold the mirror
David's star sets over winter sun
blazes like a summer heat in March
paint the rocks with beautiful hearts out of sync
the metronome needs fixing but it's not the only one
you lost your sight to a blessing
juxtaposed in curse
you hid behind a curtain to use it as a gauze
could have been worse
do whatever you're going to do
I'll hold the mirror
cold inside the shade
wet on the burner
potholes make your sunroof
let the light in
when you need to drop the grind
I'll hold the mirror
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4. |
Crown Of Fools
02:32
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little rodent on a wheel
superhero on a timer
feel no pressure rise
until my drive expires
you wonder when I'll tire
maybe I should have burned out
a little faster
don the crown of fools
a righteous bastard
I find no peace in it
can't tell if it's fabric or blood
but I'm not sounding alarms
I'm not awaiting a flood
there should be cause for concern
but for now I'm burned
and too fogged up to learn
expertise is plenty
but overshadowed by character
there's a lot on my plate
that I'm ready to take
before they throw me back as a court jester
when I'm gone, don't remember me
and as the curtain calls
and the actress falls
I'm not a leading man
what is there left to embrace
than empty lives to chase
with these holes in my hands?
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5. |
Lay To Rest
02:40
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ocean breeze on old sheets
watch the waves crash over the beach
thought you'd want one more good day
I'll make it up to you
even when there's nothing you could do
in our finest dressed
let's lie down
I need to rest
it's such a bittersweet ending
not in the cards
our plans were made by our forced hands
with this junk dealt
make the most of it
take the sun in
before we turn in for the night
we did everything right
so long to everything wrong
we did our best
we lay to rest
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6. |
Mrs. Matter
01:35
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in a chain of victories
not everything can be a winner
when you don't fly
make the misses matter
in a spiral of webs
not everyone can be a survivor
electric fate
face to face with Mrs. Matter
when you slip off the chain
does it hit you the same?
terror is a cycle of learning
the eyes of defeat
on an icy retreat
the smell of electricity burning
the sky opens up to let you in
gone are the fears you'll never win
and a new world begins
losing Mrs. Matter
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7. |
No One I Want
04:22
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to be discovered
lighter than air
too passionate
to really care
there's no one I want
"more than you" is nothing
to draw a straighter line
not today, not ever
not in any point in time
there's no one I want
what is this "love" I hear of?
a fiction to me
stone cold in a heat wave
or a widespread disease
there's no one I want
to spend one life with one person
a futile exchange
most end before the one lives do
but no one finds it strange
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8. |
Please Stop Dancing
03:27
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through all times and cultures, little has remained so constant
but of expression, one form has persisted above all
it takes no words and no understanding of the language
and anyone can recognize its presence, ever growing
but it's not universal
some don't make the connection
as shyer voices beg to scream
one can only dream
please stop dancing
to claim it a nuisance would be equal to a burned book
I know much better than allude to world peace where it's ignored
but even those who look like me have sought to integrate it
and where most find it pleasure, I expect a stressful chore
cause it's not universal
and I wish not be expected
to perform this ritual
tradition be damned, with all due respect
please stop dancing
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9. |
The Way It Is
02:40
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there's a flag hanging over our bodies
bodies hanging over our land
still we pray for god's hand
to please protect us
there's a right way and a wrong way
wrong way goers say they're right
take their seats at the table
cutting legs off of chairs
there's a cold wind killing the unprepared
how could you ever take a warning
on such short notice and survive
that's the way it is, they say
and it will never change, for sure
they shrug but say it can't be improved
cause this way keeps despondents from knocking down their doors
there's a spectre over the Western world
the one ten miles from the lands we robbed
sometimes overlapping one over one
there's a spectacle of hypocrisy
"they're wasting time watching movies that couldn't have been made
if we hadn't stepped in to fund them"
they'd send in the army to produce new entertainment
propaganda on a plasma screen
the kind of abject horror you see in your dreams
I wish it was a dream
that's the way it is, they say
and it will never change, for sure
by grabbing proper dissidents
and throw them on billboards to flame out the core
that's the way it is, they say
and it will never change, for sure
they shrug but say it can't be improved
cause this way keeps despondents from knocking down their doors
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I paint morality plays on my walls
and look at them every day to have fruitful arguments with myself
I write scriptures, give them melodies to sing
and bless importance to a sylph, who knows my name
in documentaries they portray mental illness with fervent belief in a god
so am I fated to walk Daniel's path one day?
who says
two are connected at the rib, this isn't Adam and Eve
hold my chalice while I grieve
I dream that my future loses all to faith
and I'll be like Middle Age artists
wasting their talents for a self-constructed hierarchy
in life and death we are portrayed by souls
with investments to return
winged shareholders at the gates
with our eyes in an urn
leave us left to die
talking to god
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blue woke
in the middle
of the night
he walked
to the nearest
house
he wondered
as he picked up every stick on the ground
and sharpened them into fashionable blades
what his purpose was
he thinks
here's a house larger than mine
they still have wreathes on their windows
their garage is open
they have 80 board games
he was once a saint of sorts
to many he meant a lot
he wore blue
he put on his uniform
and rang the doorbell
heroes make the best villains
a tired father answers the door
and the man's questions
he lets the blue man in
the blue man looked around this humble abode
humble being a figure of speech
they were clearly proud of themselves
they had been to many places
they had worked for many years
their children had many trophies
look at me with deadened eyes
and tell me this is the dream
tell me there's still a dream
the blue man found nothing
he was
in that moment
hollow
as he raised his arms
there is no family
heroes are the best villains
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12. |
It's Just You
01:42
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it feels an evil crawling up the brain
to take control of hope
with anger sharks circled round the drain
and everybody else thinks it's just you
so no one ever steps in
to pull you back through
is art a futile move?
I doubt it ever changed the world
but this is all I've built
and it's all I'll ever be
but everybody else thinks that's just me
and I don't disagree
but I'll never step in
to pull myself back through
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13. |
Under Her Brilliant Rays
02:15
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foot over other
meat in a line
you go 1 2 turn
and step over the line
it's not poetry
it's just behavior
and in controlling it
you make yourself look better
don't move
if your agency is important to you
you'd know not to do
is this a solo or diversion
but I can't look away
entranced, enamored
under her brilliant rays
I want nothing
than to dance for her
in her court
for her crown
and never step over the line
is this a solo or diversion
I don't care, I think I've converted
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14. |
Savannah
01:45
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when all direction's lost
she turns to the road
makes peace with the bone-dry savannah
there's nowhere else to go
war travels in proudest defeatists
and she's given up her world
for a sky alone of no clouds
and no sun
baby's on the run
no gangs or silver ballrooms
safety among none
when all direction's lost
she turns to the world
makes peace with the abyss she's pinned down
as her knees hit the ground
as she escapes, her face goes scarlet
clearing an invisible target
baby's going, gone
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15. |
At The Bottom
04:50
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awards for con men who say they've saved the world / by feigning generosity
experience takes hold over emotion / in superhero costumes
what we need is more not less they say / see they were right about the future
and we should listen to them only / because they knew they could build it
patience is key when you listen to me
it's only 2 or 3 more years of waiting
like Noah's Ark, it's gonna rain, and float you up to the top of the flood
with fools watching, nodding their clearly inferior heads
but all of the sewage still pools at the bottom
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they're off to the top
you stay at the bottom
market to heart and they'll put down their arms / we swear it's surely worked before
co-opt the messages that can be watered down / then sell it to children
get them when they're young and they'll think we're heroes / build the loyalty early
never pass down the messages we wrote out of the books / what they don't know can hurt them
if they do not know / they will not speak
they will not notice / how much we take
if no one learns / then no one shares
if no one hopes / then no one dreams
distract them with / good acting deeds
if no one sees / then no one bleeds
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16. |
New Year (Bonus Track)
02:21
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everyone says it's coming on
everyone seems to think that when the 0 became 1
the evil was done
the red sea parted to bear blue waves
to welcome up the hero who saves
the rich and prosperous
evil's never done
but it's a new-ew year
a true new year to celebrate
cause it's a new new year
a new year you could never hate
never hate
everyone's glad it's over now
everybody's discussing why
this year will be different
but never explain how
surely some things will be replaced
same shit with a different face
and it's not even that different
we don't need to cut to the chase
because we've always been there
but it's a new-ew year
a never need to contemplate
why 0 was in fear
but 1 will be so great
and need no change
need no change
you'll never change
you'll never fucking change
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17. |
Anti Aging (Bonus Track)
02:56
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what's it like to lose to time
to never survive creation
beating the clock, easy it's not
a relic of an old world that progress forgot
to be anti-aging
arms locked cheering for the bargain bin
anti-aging
anti-ancient
neutral passage
pro-forever
accolades you never got (anti-aging)
didn't hold and they forgot (anti-ancient)
tied to time irrelevant (anti-aging)
nostalgic and expedient (for easy profits)
exploited for context you couldn't affect (anti-aging)
you don't hold the rights so you'd never reject (anti-aging)
into the future nobody would think (anti-aging)
one thing is eternal and it's how much you'll drink (to forget, be anti-aging)
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there's toxic waste down at the watering hole
it'd be a lot safer there if it wasn't so cold
but with nowhere else to go
we all pile up into the same location
all make the same pained observations
with no effects to show
an opportunity presents itself
as thinly veiled "back to normal" escape
but when everyone pulled back the drapes
it showed nothing had really changed
because no one believes in moving forward
to accept the dangers of staying the same
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There’s been snow on the ground for a week and a half now
It doesn’t seem like it’ll be going away just yet
In fact it’s projected to snow a little more by the end of the week
Which on the one hand is nice because last winter there was no snow
And it provides a single-second sigh of relief from the impending global meltdown
But on the other hand it’s really cold
And I don’t love really hot weather but cold is worse
Because cold has a lower threshold for being unbearable
It’s not a common opinion among my friends though
A bunch of them want to move to Vermont or Canada
Just because they want an colder average temperature
Also I think it’s because Canada is supposed to be more progressive than the United States
Which isn’t hard to do, most countries are
But at the end of the day it’s still a nation founded on racism and genocide
And no amount of supposedly “democratic socialist” politicians can undo that in 4 years
Or 5 if you’re in Canada
It’s like the snow on the ground growing older
It certainly doesn’t appear to be the same because of the dirt but it’s still the same snow
That’s been sitting there for a week and a half now
I’ve been writing for a while and I’m starting to burn out
What most musicians would do is not write a song like this at all
Or they’d write the lyrics first and then come up with a few chords
So leave it to me to switch the order around
But when I try to be a normal person, I just get bored
So I’m effectively writing poetry in the warmest room in the house
Okay maybe not but it sounded nice to say
There’s only two chord progressions in the entire song
And I played them enough to make it last five minutes
So now I have nine verses and nine choruses to flourish
And I’m worried since the lyrics are being written as prose
That I’ll worry about this song for ages and will never be finished
But if it does I’ll consider that a triumph
Most artists couldn’t do something like this if they wanted
They have labels to satisfy and agents to pay
The expectations are higher for them so they dilute their sound
And tailor it to whatever audience liked their first album
And if they’re lucky they’ll have one song explode
And in 2 years it’ll be all that anyone knows
And they’ll live in the shadow of a singular moment
And I’ve used the same word to start the last 5 lines of this song
And that’s 6 right now, most says that’s overkill
But for me it’s not enough, I couldn’t even hit 10 verses
I’m stuck in the single digits, even though it’s not competition
Yet I’ll wonder what other weird words I could have written
Now, I may believe some music is awful and no one should hear it ever
But having to break up over money is a fate worse than death
Oh, the label doesn’t think your new record has a hit
And you’re not me so you can’t just go write another one in a minute
Sales bring expectation which brings a spotlight
But it only stays on you if you get every note right
You can’t change your sound unless your fanbase is stable
And for most indie artists, they’re simply quite unable
Now I may just be projecting, realistically this is what they like
I don’t mean the constant overbearing sense of not being good
But at least on a smaller level, you’d figure bands are doing what they want
In the sense that if they don’t want to make pop, they’re not gonna
Is this how Jeffrey Lewis writes his songs?
Is name-checking too corny?
Yes it is that’s why I don’t do it
And I don’t sing about the pandemic directly
Because in 5 years no one will give a shit about it and it’ll be out of date
Music is art, that means it has to expire
You have a one-minute window before you’re the target of hate
But if you’re lucky your hate will draw people in
That said it’s more likely you’re just not that good at all
I went back and added this at the end so it’s not very good
I needed a ninth verse and thought it should go here
I should care but I don’t
Being self-referential is rarely cool, just annoying
But I’ll sacrifice being good if it means I’m never boring
So in 27 years when all my friends are famous
And I’m walking around Mount Laurel, NJ, cold and shameless
People will point at the never-was, shouting and faithless
Ranting “money is the death of art” bleeding on the pavement
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to be fixed is not a realistic goal
can't be done unless it's a lie
to be finished isn't a truth
but a missed connection
they claim we're sad so they say we're blue
then spread lies about what vaccines could do
they wish us dead, we'll don red instead
to be saved is a dangerous ideal
it's meant to be lived with, not healed
would you rather have a kid who's a little different
than sick or dead
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21. |
Dream High (Bonus Track)
01:56
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these bells won't sound so familiar in three months
far lacking in taste
and experience
over and over
with the same rants again
body is proud
of the mind's achievements
but heart sits back
like a crush still beating
right on time
too hard for a man my age
bottled into silent rage
tied myself to mature cage
I still feel trapped in Dream High
(dream high dream low)
so much else to know
loss in stereo
age is a number in plain text
and I feel much younger
than the cards in my wallet say
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22. |
Chariot (Bonus Track)
03:26
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you fell
knowing
wind in
blowing
through wings
feathered
came in
weathered
walked up
no fly
sleep tight
don't die
rescue
keep you
too soon
miss you
chariot
my sweet Harriet
take it like a martyr
take it like a saint
take it like a mother
take it like the rain
cardinal
my sweet Carole
chariot
my sweet Harriet
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