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Outside
06:06
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1. "Outside"
I'm just going outside
and may be some time
I'm just going outside
I won't change my mind
If it's on the Earth
you can rest assured
we'll find it
If it's hard to reach
if we were blind we'd be
crawling on our hands and knees
There's nothing like the will to be the first one to see
but don't let that thing know
it's all you need
I'm just going outside
to see what the light's like
to see if the view tonight
makes it worthwhile
To set out in the frozen wind with less than what we need
don't we deserve a little luck to match temerity
when all we ask is that we grasp what no one else can reach
and make it known that we have shown how human hearts can beat
a path across the cold and lifeless limits of what be
But don't let that thing know
it's beating for free
I'm just going outside
might sit by myself for a little while
might consider the cold dark night
some kind of prize
Maybe I'll disappear into oblivious dignity
there's nothing like the will to be the first one to see
But don't let that thing know
this could have been easy
but don't let that thing know
you're making history
I'm just going outside
and may be some time
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2. |
Carry Our Weight
04:45
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2. "Carry Our Weight"
Given the chance
to do what you want
serial murder
without getting caught
But outside it's summer
you'd have to be insane
to spend it all in the dark
cutting up the parts
of the people you've slain
When all the votes are in
and the book of folks is written
they'll say, "These pictures are fake.
They've done nothing but airbrush mistakes"
And you're not alone
in ceding defeat
when everyone knows
we've outlived all the great things
and nothing we have
is worth the space it takes up
so how on Earth have you kept this pace without a crutch
We file on towards a future that's fake
and the gravity is great
but we carry our weight
Given the chance
to do what you want
relive a moment
from this moment on
but it's getting hotter
and money is cheap
all of us heroes
living like thieves
When all the votes are in
and mediocrity wins
they'll say, "These pictures are fake.
They got caught up in dreams and mistakes"
We file on towards a future that's fake
and the gravity is great
but we carry our weight
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3. |
Lift Your Head
06:25
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3. "Lift Your Head"
Look they're kneeling in deference
to some uninteresting face
cause he caused some pointless mess
to take
They're lighting up the world around him
they amplify his words and count them all for some
little prick that's nothing to me
Look they're building bigger stage
for his uninspired routine
cause he sold some ugly dream
to the ugly
They're lining up to pay him homage
they're calling all their friends to come and see this
little prick that's nothing to me
I could easily take him down a bit
but I'm too busy lying down in this
trapped by the noise of all these choices left unfed
you know that feeling that you get
when you can't lift your head
from your pillow?
fuck that feeling.
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4. |
Can You Trust Your Brain
05:10
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4. "Can You Trust Your Brain"
Can you trust your brain
to get you through?
Can you trust your brain
to tell you the truth?
All your thoughts are pure,
your reason explains
but can you trust your brain
to look out for you?
How'd it all get folded?
How'd it get so dense?
How suddenly we lose focus
and struggle in our heads
How'd it all get folded
over on itself
when you're in the light and you're sure it's right
you can forget the dark corners of your mind
Can you trust your brain
when the whispers are true?
Can you trust your brain
to abandon those sad & doomed pursuits?
All your thoughts are pure
reason tells you everyday
But can you trust your brain
can you trust it?
Cause we've all had brothers and friends
Whose minds were their ends
And I've been so angry
So angry at them
But how'd it all get folded
over on itself?
In their darkest times
they couldn't trust their minds
to even ask for help
How'd it all get folded
(Drum break)
Can you trust your brain
to get you through?
Can you trust your brain
to tell you the truth?
All your thoughts are pure,
your reason explains
but can you trust your brain
to look out for you?
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5. |
Safe
04:40
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5. "Safe"
There's a wind outside the wall
that could blow straight through it
and take you away from me
There's a pilot light in the basement, burning
that could erupt so easily
Your car is unsafe
it could kill you a million ways
leave you scattered in pieces on the interstate
and the other night I saw you walk out the front door
in the dark with your headphones on
These machines that we breathe
that we work inside and clean
that we wall up between ourselves and everything
they fight for your attention when you should be focused in
and they will never keep you safe
There's an operating force
that's always out to get you
It's always been and can't be seen
but it won't lose sight of you
There's the calculated fact
that all of us are doomed
we've always tried to disprove it
but it's never not been true
But I look at you and you're wearing
hardly anything at all
These machines that we breathe
that we work inside and clean
that we wall up between ourselves and everything
they fight for your attention when you should be focused in
and they will never keep you safe
There's a catastrophic end
that you are just beginning and
the choices made from now till then
are already all wrong already all wrong
These machines that we breathe
that we work inside and clean
that we wall up between ourselves and everything
they fight for your attention when you should be focused in
and they will never keep you safe
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6. |
Some Instrument
06:38
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6. "Some Instrument"
Close your eyes, you little kids
and open up your ears to this
Some instrument
singing unthought thoughts
in the distance
never loud enough
You know it's only been 5,000 years
since we gathered up our throng
and drifted here
This beat could be slower than
the drift of a continent
but we had no globe
nor did we know
what key it's in
Just some instrument
singing unthought thoughts
in the distance
never loud enough
It's all we heard
(a soft echo of some other thing)
all we heard was the echo
of some other thing
that caught our mind and never let go
reminding us we can't make that tone
by the end though, it got us to seek
another piece of the wreckage
of everything we will never know
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7. |
Shout (Getting Better)
05:23
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7. "Shout" (Getting Better)
Just shout it's getting better
It's a great era for a junk collector
with lots of time for petty self reflection
turns out vacant dreams are easy to sell
there's nothing to celebrate, so celebrate yourself
but it's all right
as long as you mean it
It's easier to analyze things
than to do them
It's a great era for us faceless critics
faithful purists and shifty cynics
we're above what you made because of what we know
as if you're running out of second guesses of your own
But it's all right
because you do this for you
and you can't just give it up
or at least it seems like that should be true
It's a great era for the wasted martyr
fighting all these little selfish wars that he started
he could face the gap between those without and those with
or he could write another song that sounds like when we were kids
But it's all right
as long as he means it
it's easier to analyze things
than to build them
Part of me thinks we've made it
to one goal that we set
where the problem is too much art
that's too easy to get
And we could spend all of our unsung lives
buried down in those archives
instead we keep inventing things again
So you might as well open up your mouth and let it out
none of us want to hear your silence or your doubts
you might as well open up your mouth and let it out
none of us want to hear your silence or your doubts
Just shout it's getting better
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8. |
I Like Where I Live
06:57
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8. "I Like Where I Live"
On the top of the world
where the light in the summer lasts forever
There's a spot on the globe where the whole Earth
is glued together
I might go there some time
see what it's like
but it's more than likely I'll never
I'll be here in my house
with the blinds all drawn down
trying not to spend all of my time counting down
All the places I'll never go
all the cities I'll never see
how fast time is leaping away
how much money that I would need
Out west there's a spot off the coast
where the sun goes to sleep
but no one has ever succeeded
in catching it beneath the sea
I may try that sometime
see if I can
but if I never capture that dream
you should know I was lucky
to be born in Kentucky
with the people who made me me
And I like where I live
If in fact this road only ends in defeat
and all we lose are wasted expectations and greed
and if it takes a shallow soul to succeed
and we all have to wall in our loved ones
or displace refugees
Then I'll still have a place under the ground
somewhere between the Ohio and Bardstown
in a city of mixed blessings
a poet boxer, and scenic gambling
But I like where I live
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