1. Daily mutilation.
We were just a pair of dice when I let you in, and the numbers were aligned as the wheel grinned, and the center of your eyes was a lucid lake, and the little trust you gave was a big mistake. It's a daily mutilation as I walk along with you, a daily mutilation and a bludgeoning review, a daily mutilation and I'd like to see it through, but a daily mutilation, a daily mutilation just won't do.
And the water doesn't work and the pipes are iced, and the bread is full of holes and it's never sliced, and your kindly downward stares live in a weather vane, and the wind would like to know who's going to cut the vein. It's a daily mutilation as I walk along with you, a daily mutilation and a bludgeoning review, a daily mutilation and I'd like to see it through, but a daily mutilation, a daily mutilation just won't do.
Extra, extra, bleed all about it, extra, extra, bleed all about it, extra, extra, bleed all about it…
And the water doesn't work and the pipes are iced, and the bread is full of holes and it's never sliced. It's a daily mutilation as I walk along with you, a daily mutilation and a bludgeoning review, a daily mutilation and I'd like to see it through, but a daily mutilation, a daily mutilation, a daily mutilation just won't do…
2. Ontario.
When I told you what you wanted to know, you said, take me to Ontario, when I showed you what you wanted to see, you said, the flower that you planted in me has gone dry, yeah. Big birds flying overhead, who gives a shit? Big birds flying overhead, who gives a shit?
When I showed you what I wanted to build and all the enemies would never be killed, there'll be a saint living under the stairs so we'll be free of material cares, black paint on the walls in summer, it's cool, yeah, it's cool, black paint on the walls in summer, it's cool, yeah, it's cool. I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario, I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario.
When I told you what I wanted to know, you said, take me to Ontario, when I asked you, why Ontario? You said, it sounds good on the radio, go. I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario, I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario, black birds flying overhead waiting for somebody to die, black birds flying overhead waiting for somebody to die.
3. Throwaway.
I remember giving up the gory details, and it left me tongue-tied, such an elementary sickness, now I don't want to think and I don't want to feel, I wasn't aware that this was part of the deal. When I put my finger on a greater expectation, but just my luck, I lack the patience of a statesman, and all of my language will fail to convey that I'm terribly twisted around what I say, and the message I threw away, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now.
So I get worried and it only grows to hurt me, but time is wasting and I'm watching it desert me, I'm digging a hole and I'm making it deep, and I'm starting to question the hours that I keep, and the answer that I put to sleep, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now.
And so I'm writing with the hope that someone's reading for all to likely runs the risk of me repeating, but I don't have the guts to prevent the decay and I'm terribly twisted around what I say, and the courage that I threw away, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now…
4. Please return it.
Now, now is the time, time to reckon, time to beckon, be surprised, like a letter, I just sent it, please return it, just forget it. When we live the life we live, it's never ours completely, not completely, like a movie, like a style, please return it, please return it, like a favor, like a glance, please return it, please return it.
Eight, eight is the hour, hour of our trials, ours too sickening to live, please return it, put it back, I take it back, I can burn it, when you let me live my life, you didn't do it completely but you were discreet, like the year I spent comparing me to you, please return it, like a servant, like a sewer, please return it, please return it. There's an upside, there has to be an upside, there's an upside, there has to be an upside, there's an upside.
When you took me by surprise, that's half the fun of everything, do you miss the point like I do? In the certainty of friendships you can ask, please return it, bring the balance back to you, in returning. There's an upside, there has to be an upside, there's an upside, there has to be an upside, there's an upside, there has to be an upside.
5. Hate song.
Don't look around at the scenery today 'cause you probably won't understand it, don't settle down in a permanent way 'cause you haven't the right to demand it. I'm writing you a hate song, I don't want to have to hold your hand, I'm writing you a hate song and I'm hoping that you'll understand.
Let it be said that it hasn't been said when there wasn't the will to unearth it, relive the germs to awaken the worms, just to ask them if it's worth it, so let's get one thing straight, the halls have narrowed, leaving aphids in the marrow. I'm writing you a hate song, I don't want to have to hold your hand, I'm writing you a hate song and I'm hoping that you'll understand.
So you say so and I say what, and the difference ain't worth debating, I never wanted the mud in the face but I couldn't have known what was waiting, I couldn't have known what was waiting, I couldn't have known what was waiting. I'm writing you a hate song, I don't want to have to hold your hand, I'm writing you a hate song and I'm hoping that you'll understand…
6. Precious moments.
The bloodless toil, the endless foil, you'll never see your home again, everytime you dial that phone it rings like it's got no end. Life, what precious moments like a flood that you can't reverse, oh life of precious moments and it's only getting worse.
The mud-filled cracks of rutted tracks, you'll never see your mother again, everytime you dig that grave, why do you bother trying to fill it in? Oh, life, what precious moments like a flood that you can't reverse, oh, life, what precious moments and it's only getting worse.
I hate to see what trials can be, expected of the ordinary, before you can recoil in horror you'll discover life is life's destroyer. Oh, life, what precious moments, like a flood that you can't reverse, oh, life, what precious moments, and it's only getting worse. I hate to see what trials can be, expected of the ordinary, we've all got some blood for brothers, why do we never share with others.
Sisters pure, the vein is sure, you'll never hear music again, that's enough, that's enough, that's enough, oh that's enough. Of life, what precious moments like a flood that you can't reverse, oh, life, what precious moments and it's only getting worse. Don't waste your time, I can't hear you, don't waste your time, I can't hear you, don't waste your time, I can't hear you, don't waste your time, I can't hear you.
7. Fight it (if you want).
There isn't time to tell you all you need to know but I get as scared as any, and I wish it wasn't so, and I don't like it any more than you do. But you'd better hold in spite of doubt, left swinging to the right, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, you can fight it if you want to fight.
We're going to make a listing of all the things we don't need and then we will wean them slowly, all the fears we feed, and I don't like it any more than you do, not any more than you do. But you'd better hold in spite of doubt, sense swinging out of sight, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, but you'd better hold in spite of doubt, left swinging to the right, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, you can fight it if you want to fight.
I don't like it any more than you do, I don't like it, not any more than you do, but you'd better hold in spite of doubt, left swinging to the right, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, but you'd better hold in spite of doubt, sense swinging out of sight, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, you can fight it if you want to fight...
8. Everybody is a fucking liar.
Everyone I know is trying to get into this show, everybody is a fucking liar, time and time again, whoever's in the room is your friend, everybody is a fucking liar.
There's no mercy here, a mercy killing of abject fear, everybody is a fucking liar, act brave in the press, conventionality's what I detest, everybody is a fucking liar, and you who reject masculinity, baby, I'm with you, as soon as you forsake virility and aggression too.
Back off in disgust, must honesty jeopardize trust? Is everybody such a fucking liar? Damsels in dismay, a man's an Edsel in his own way, everybody is a fucking liar, ad just as God in his his infinite infancy thinks he's in control, that's when God in his infinite infamy decides to damn our souls.
Let's throw it all in and think of places to back up and begin to build something higher, 'cause everybody is a fucking liar, everybody is a fucking liar, everybody is a fucking liar.
9. World.
It's another detachment, same arrangement, different placement, I'm the saddest of moments, all alone in my unspoken, I was dying to feel you, to be in you and to heal you, I was grieving the distance, realizing my insistence, and I see the only real I know I feel I have it all. You are the world, you are the world, you're the only world, you are the world, you are the world, you're the only world.
We were such an amazement when I found you in the basement, spent a night on the ceiling, what a feeling, what a feeling, and I see the only real I know I feel I have it all. You are the world, you are the world, you're the only world…
And I see the only real I know I feel I have it all, you are the world, you are the world, you're the only world…
10. Grant hart.
I can't cry, I can't apply a word to sum it up, under stress I can't repress the moment it erupts, hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice, got to turn up, keep hanging on, as if I had a choice.
Prairie fires and pitchfork choirs inspire as they create, turn it up, it's too far down, until we can relate, Minnesota new day rising first day in the store, take the couch at someone's house and wait around to score.
Nervous children making millions, you owe it all to them, power trios with big-ass deals, you opened for it then, I can see, I can see, I can see it all with my one good eye, for a start take two grant harts and call me when you die.
11. Broken record.
Broken record, broken record, sunny day at the oasis as the roasted take their places, and the undertaker mumbles, you're screwing it wrong, you're screwing it wrong, like a broken record, broken record…
Sir Repetitious, what a beauty to be needled, the new position's looking fetal, so take a letter, sayonara, we're putting you on like a broken record, broken record…
12. The certainty.
Here is how to understand your friends, it’s been like six years of the same thing, nothing can be believed unless you say it, nothing but good times up ahead for you.
Heres how to occupy your mind, take some skills and learn to build a reason, nothing can be perceived till you betray it, nothing but fine times up ahead for you, and if we build a car that drives on empty eyes, and call it laughing matter, nothing matters, it’s all up for you.
13. Song #1.
When I see you cry, talking on the phone at night, you never tell me why, when it all goes down and you know shit gets around, and rumors are true, I'll never have a friend quite as lovely again and I'm not responsible for the ending that I know is inevitable. Yes, I understand you're happy now and I understand your hand-me-down towel, yes, I understand you're happy now, better to be happy than to never know.
Well it pins me to an exaggerated view, correct me if I'm wrong, and it's man's best friend, and the tin's empty again, degrade yourself now, I never took a pill wasn't guaranteed to thrill and I ought to know you standing up sober, I ought to know your black and white look, I ought to know just like your dad told you, I ought to know mistakes you mistook.
You can paint it black, you can use thickest shellac and still be see through, and with everything I say I mean it in the best way to have it be true, and it's not impossible for a friend to heed the slack behind the pull. Yes, I understand you're happy now and I understand your hand-me-down towel, yes, I understand you're happy now, better to be happy.
And I ought to know you standing up sober, I ought to know your black and white look, I ought to know just like your dad told you, I ought to know mistakes you miss. Yes, I understand you're happy now, yes, I understand you're happy now, yes, I understand you're happy now, yes, I understand, better to be happy than to never know.
14. Will you ever ease your mind?
Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind, will you ever wake to find your burden less? Will you ever please your mind, will you ever please your mind, will you ever see a sign that tells you, this is the direction, now that your perception's finally clearing up?
Will you ever show your face, will you ever show your face, will you ever speak and not feel out of place? Will you ever brave the brine, will you ever brave the brine, will you ever find the time you're missing out on what you wanted, frustration flaunted in your gentle face?
I'm sorry that the simplest things are hard to understand, aurora borealis has been waiting in your hand, waiting for a plan, waiting for a beautiful escape, escape.
You may never ease your mind, you may never ease your mind but you will never cease to find me still around, will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind?
15. Terrorized.
Only flying over, so do I feel safe enough to lie, never wanna fall from flight, I'm terrorized, terrorized, because you are the only one who ever left the morning stunned, because you are the crowning glory.
Fortunate are the few who pay for the premium but how're you gonna get back through, what's left of your crayon? Pull out the charts, insert the darts slowly, how's it gonna taste alone, eyes wide; it marks surprise, terrorized, terrorized, because you are the only one who ever left the morning stunned, because you are the crowning glory.
Every time has it's turn, every tailight must burn, every wound must be cleansed, every tresspasser sensed, never wanna know for sure, I never wanna know for sure, my heart is your reprise, terrorized, terrorized, because you are the only one who ever left the morning stunned, because you are the crowning glory.
We were just a pair of dice when I let you in, and the numbers were aligned as the wheel grinned, and the center of your eyes was a lucid lake, and the little trust you gave was a big mistake. It's a daily mutilation as I walk along with you, a daily mutilation and a bludgeoning review, a daily mutilation and I'd like to see it through, but a daily mutilation, a daily mutilation just won't do.
And the water doesn't work and the pipes are iced, and the bread is full of holes and it's never sliced, and your kindly downward stares live in a weather vane, and the wind would like to know who's going to cut the vein. It's a daily mutilation as I walk along with you, a daily mutilation and a bludgeoning review, a daily mutilation and I'd like to see it through, but a daily mutilation, a daily mutilation just won't do.
Extra, extra, bleed all about it, extra, extra, bleed all about it, extra, extra, bleed all about it…
And the water doesn't work and the pipes are iced, and the bread is full of holes and it's never sliced. It's a daily mutilation as I walk along with you, a daily mutilation and a bludgeoning review, a daily mutilation and I'd like to see it through, but a daily mutilation, a daily mutilation, a daily mutilation just won't do…
2. Ontario.
When I told you what you wanted to know, you said, take me to Ontario, when I showed you what you wanted to see, you said, the flower that you planted in me has gone dry, yeah. Big birds flying overhead, who gives a shit? Big birds flying overhead, who gives a shit?
When I showed you what I wanted to build and all the enemies would never be killed, there'll be a saint living under the stairs so we'll be free of material cares, black paint on the walls in summer, it's cool, yeah, it's cool, black paint on the walls in summer, it's cool, yeah, it's cool. I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario, I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario.
When I told you what I wanted to know, you said, take me to Ontario, when I asked you, why Ontario? You said, it sounds good on the radio, go. I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario, I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario, black birds flying overhead waiting for somebody to die, black birds flying overhead waiting for somebody to die.
3. Throwaway.
I remember giving up the gory details, and it left me tongue-tied, such an elementary sickness, now I don't want to think and I don't want to feel, I wasn't aware that this was part of the deal. When I put my finger on a greater expectation, but just my luck, I lack the patience of a statesman, and all of my language will fail to convey that I'm terribly twisted around what I say, and the message I threw away, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now.
So I get worried and it only grows to hurt me, but time is wasting and I'm watching it desert me, I'm digging a hole and I'm making it deep, and I'm starting to question the hours that I keep, and the answer that I put to sleep, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now.
And so I'm writing with the hope that someone's reading for all to likely runs the risk of me repeating, but I don't have the guts to prevent the decay and I'm terribly twisted around what I say, and the courage that I threw away, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now, I don't have it now…
4. Please return it.
Now, now is the time, time to reckon, time to beckon, be surprised, like a letter, I just sent it, please return it, just forget it. When we live the life we live, it's never ours completely, not completely, like a movie, like a style, please return it, please return it, like a favor, like a glance, please return it, please return it.
Eight, eight is the hour, hour of our trials, ours too sickening to live, please return it, put it back, I take it back, I can burn it, when you let me live my life, you didn't do it completely but you were discreet, like the year I spent comparing me to you, please return it, like a servant, like a sewer, please return it, please return it. There's an upside, there has to be an upside, there's an upside, there has to be an upside, there's an upside.
When you took me by surprise, that's half the fun of everything, do you miss the point like I do? In the certainty of friendships you can ask, please return it, bring the balance back to you, in returning. There's an upside, there has to be an upside, there's an upside, there has to be an upside, there's an upside, there has to be an upside.
5. Hate song.
Don't look around at the scenery today 'cause you probably won't understand it, don't settle down in a permanent way 'cause you haven't the right to demand it. I'm writing you a hate song, I don't want to have to hold your hand, I'm writing you a hate song and I'm hoping that you'll understand.
Let it be said that it hasn't been said when there wasn't the will to unearth it, relive the germs to awaken the worms, just to ask them if it's worth it, so let's get one thing straight, the halls have narrowed, leaving aphids in the marrow. I'm writing you a hate song, I don't want to have to hold your hand, I'm writing you a hate song and I'm hoping that you'll understand.
So you say so and I say what, and the difference ain't worth debating, I never wanted the mud in the face but I couldn't have known what was waiting, I couldn't have known what was waiting, I couldn't have known what was waiting. I'm writing you a hate song, I don't want to have to hold your hand, I'm writing you a hate song and I'm hoping that you'll understand…
6. Precious moments.
The bloodless toil, the endless foil, you'll never see your home again, everytime you dial that phone it rings like it's got no end. Life, what precious moments like a flood that you can't reverse, oh life of precious moments and it's only getting worse.
The mud-filled cracks of rutted tracks, you'll never see your mother again, everytime you dig that grave, why do you bother trying to fill it in? Oh, life, what precious moments like a flood that you can't reverse, oh, life, what precious moments and it's only getting worse.
I hate to see what trials can be, expected of the ordinary, before you can recoil in horror you'll discover life is life's destroyer. Oh, life, what precious moments, like a flood that you can't reverse, oh, life, what precious moments, and it's only getting worse. I hate to see what trials can be, expected of the ordinary, we've all got some blood for brothers, why do we never share with others.
Sisters pure, the vein is sure, you'll never hear music again, that's enough, that's enough, that's enough, oh that's enough. Of life, what precious moments like a flood that you can't reverse, oh, life, what precious moments and it's only getting worse. Don't waste your time, I can't hear you, don't waste your time, I can't hear you, don't waste your time, I can't hear you, don't waste your time, I can't hear you.
7. Fight it (if you want).
There isn't time to tell you all you need to know but I get as scared as any, and I wish it wasn't so, and I don't like it any more than you do. But you'd better hold in spite of doubt, left swinging to the right, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, you can fight it if you want to fight.
We're going to make a listing of all the things we don't need and then we will wean them slowly, all the fears we feed, and I don't like it any more than you do, not any more than you do. But you'd better hold in spite of doubt, sense swinging out of sight, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, but you'd better hold in spite of doubt, left swinging to the right, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, you can fight it if you want to fight.
I don't like it any more than you do, I don't like it, not any more than you do, but you'd better hold in spite of doubt, left swinging to the right, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, but you'd better hold in spite of doubt, sense swinging out of sight, never lose what you found out, you can fight it if it doesn't kill you, you can fight it if you want to fight...
8. Everybody is a fucking liar.
Everyone I know is trying to get into this show, everybody is a fucking liar, time and time again, whoever's in the room is your friend, everybody is a fucking liar.
There's no mercy here, a mercy killing of abject fear, everybody is a fucking liar, act brave in the press, conventionality's what I detest, everybody is a fucking liar, and you who reject masculinity, baby, I'm with you, as soon as you forsake virility and aggression too.
Back off in disgust, must honesty jeopardize trust? Is everybody such a fucking liar? Damsels in dismay, a man's an Edsel in his own way, everybody is a fucking liar, ad just as God in his his infinite infancy thinks he's in control, that's when God in his infinite infamy decides to damn our souls.
Let's throw it all in and think of places to back up and begin to build something higher, 'cause everybody is a fucking liar, everybody is a fucking liar, everybody is a fucking liar.
9. World.
It's another detachment, same arrangement, different placement, I'm the saddest of moments, all alone in my unspoken, I was dying to feel you, to be in you and to heal you, I was grieving the distance, realizing my insistence, and I see the only real I know I feel I have it all. You are the world, you are the world, you're the only world, you are the world, you are the world, you're the only world.
We were such an amazement when I found you in the basement, spent a night on the ceiling, what a feeling, what a feeling, and I see the only real I know I feel I have it all. You are the world, you are the world, you're the only world…
And I see the only real I know I feel I have it all, you are the world, you are the world, you're the only world…
10. Grant hart.
I can't cry, I can't apply a word to sum it up, under stress I can't repress the moment it erupts, hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice, got to turn up, keep hanging on, as if I had a choice.
Prairie fires and pitchfork choirs inspire as they create, turn it up, it's too far down, until we can relate, Minnesota new day rising first day in the store, take the couch at someone's house and wait around to score.
Nervous children making millions, you owe it all to them, power trios with big-ass deals, you opened for it then, I can see, I can see, I can see it all with my one good eye, for a start take two grant harts and call me when you die.
11. Broken record.
Broken record, broken record, sunny day at the oasis as the roasted take their places, and the undertaker mumbles, you're screwing it wrong, you're screwing it wrong, like a broken record, broken record…
Sir Repetitious, what a beauty to be needled, the new position's looking fetal, so take a letter, sayonara, we're putting you on like a broken record, broken record…
12. The certainty.
Here is how to understand your friends, it’s been like six years of the same thing, nothing can be believed unless you say it, nothing but good times up ahead for you.
Heres how to occupy your mind, take some skills and learn to build a reason, nothing can be perceived till you betray it, nothing but fine times up ahead for you, and if we build a car that drives on empty eyes, and call it laughing matter, nothing matters, it’s all up for you.
13. Song #1.
When I see you cry, talking on the phone at night, you never tell me why, when it all goes down and you know shit gets around, and rumors are true, I'll never have a friend quite as lovely again and I'm not responsible for the ending that I know is inevitable. Yes, I understand you're happy now and I understand your hand-me-down towel, yes, I understand you're happy now, better to be happy than to never know.
Well it pins me to an exaggerated view, correct me if I'm wrong, and it's man's best friend, and the tin's empty again, degrade yourself now, I never took a pill wasn't guaranteed to thrill and I ought to know you standing up sober, I ought to know your black and white look, I ought to know just like your dad told you, I ought to know mistakes you mistook.
You can paint it black, you can use thickest shellac and still be see through, and with everything I say I mean it in the best way to have it be true, and it's not impossible for a friend to heed the slack behind the pull. Yes, I understand you're happy now and I understand your hand-me-down towel, yes, I understand you're happy now, better to be happy.
And I ought to know you standing up sober, I ought to know your black and white look, I ought to know just like your dad told you, I ought to know mistakes you miss. Yes, I understand you're happy now, yes, I understand you're happy now, yes, I understand you're happy now, yes, I understand, better to be happy than to never know.
14. Will you ever ease your mind?
Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind, will you ever wake to find your burden less? Will you ever please your mind, will you ever please your mind, will you ever see a sign that tells you, this is the direction, now that your perception's finally clearing up?
Will you ever show your face, will you ever show your face, will you ever speak and not feel out of place? Will you ever brave the brine, will you ever brave the brine, will you ever find the time you're missing out on what you wanted, frustration flaunted in your gentle face?
I'm sorry that the simplest things are hard to understand, aurora borealis has been waiting in your hand, waiting for a plan, waiting for a beautiful escape, escape.
You may never ease your mind, you may never ease your mind but you will never cease to find me still around, will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind? Will you ever ease your mind, will you ever ease your mind?
15. Terrorized.
Only flying over, so do I feel safe enough to lie, never wanna fall from flight, I'm terrorized, terrorized, because you are the only one who ever left the morning stunned, because you are the crowning glory.
Fortunate are the few who pay for the premium but how're you gonna get back through, what's left of your crayon? Pull out the charts, insert the darts slowly, how's it gonna taste alone, eyes wide; it marks surprise, terrorized, terrorized, because you are the only one who ever left the morning stunned, because you are the crowning glory.
Every time has it's turn, every tailight must burn, every wound must be cleansed, every tresspasser sensed, never wanna know for sure, I never wanna know for sure, my heart is your reprise, terrorized, terrorized, because you are the only one who ever left the morning stunned, because you are the crowning glory.
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