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Well, there ain’t no pain like the morning after
With the sun in your bloodshot eyes.
You’re choking down your coffee as you struggle to remember
Just exactly what you did last night.
You got a big bad feeling that you crossed a line
But your memory’s all a blur
You keep one eye open on the morning news
And hope it doesn’t tell you where you were…
AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon.
AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon.
And it’s a work-a-day week as you wander through your your business
Laying low, and playing pretend.
And you stare into the mirror and you swear to your reflection
That you’re never gonna do it again.
But when you’re lying in bed, there’s a ticking clock,
As the night rolls on and on
‘Cause there’s a primal urge that fights to emerge
In the dark before the dawn
AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon.
AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon.
After a couple of weeks with no release
You got a hunger you can barely contain
And with the weekend coming, every nerve is humming,
Like a growl at the back of your brain
You can feel that monster prowling now
Like a shadow on the edge of town
You know you really shouldn’t, and you promised that you wouldn’t,
But you’re fighting down the urge to (HOWL)
Well, there ain’t no pain like the morning after
With the sun in your bloodshot eyes.
You’re choking down your coffee as you struggle to remember
Just exactly what you did last night.
You got a big bad feeling that you crossed a line
But your memory’s all a blur
You keep one eye open on the morning news
And hope it doesn’t tell you where you were…
AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon.
AWOOO… There ain’t nothing wrong with howlin’ at the moon.
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Sober - It'll Be Ok
03:17
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Just turned in my six month chip
A load of Copenhagen in my bottom lip
And I shake out a fresh one and take a drag
24 days to recuperate
One for every week that I was away
That’s a lot of time to kill and it’s killin me
And if I were French
I could have had a half a glass a day
Soften up the edges and head back to my tent
And tell myself that it’ll be ok
Khenjakak and Sperwan Ghar
Wolverine and Kandahar
And all the other FOBs and COPs I can’t recall
The loneliest feeling I’ve ever known
Is either 10am on my street at home
Or crammed in the transient tent in Kyrgyzstan
And if there were a way
To go for just a half an hour a day
Maybe life at home would be more than shades of gray
And I’d tell myself that it’ll be ok
I get along fine til I start to itch
Then I put in for a duty switch
To a unit gearing up to go downrange
I never tell my family that I volunteered
It’s not like I don’t want em near
But there’s something missing here, or maybe in me
And if there were a way
To go for just a half an hour a day
Maybe life at home would be more than shades of gray
And I’d tell myself that it’ll be ok
If they ever end this war
And I can’t get away any more
And it’s up to me to deal with all the
Voices in my head
I’ll tell myself it’ll be ok
If I can find another way
But until then I’ll stock up on
Copenhagen and menthols
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3. |
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sound the alarm
there's a tyrant on the throne
carry us through
we won't leave you alone
get out of your head
get out on the streets
march to the fight
this land's under siege
when they go low
we stay clean
and most appalled
at all this suffering
with all this clutter
what could be rearranged
remember
nothing's gonna fundamentally change
but carry us through
...no matter who
now reach across those aisles
we gave you
rights on a silver plate
now you're being ungrateful
you've got to negotiate
with the stubborn and hateful
meet them halfway
follow these rules to the letter
they won't return the favor
but that's what makes us better
when they go low
we stay clean
and most appalled
at all this suffering
with all this clutter
what could be rearranged
remember
nothing's gonna fundamentally change
but carry us through
...no matter who
no matter
no matter who
we lose and lose
another unforced error
and every time we win
it's a cross to bear
we don't know much
and there are reasons why
maybe we're out of touch
but have you seen the other guys
reach across those aisles
when they go low
we stay clean
and most appalled
at all this suffering
with all this clutter
what could be rearranged
remember
nothing's gonna fundamentally change
but carry us through
...no matter who
now the time's come again
it's up to you alone
sound the alarm
there's a tyrant on the throne
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Get back to where you came from
with a smile on your face, sitting by the front door
Get back to where you came from
where the money flows and economies soar
Get back to where you came from
because you are not well
Get back
because you are not welcome
DO YOU THINK ABOUT ALL THE THINGS YOU HAVEN'T DONE?
DO YOU THINK YOU'LL BE THE HERO IN YOUR OWN SWAN SONG?
DO YOU THINK THAT IT'S FAIR TO SAY THAT A HOUSE AIN'T A HOME
IF IT'S JUST A HOLE
Get back to where you came from
stop pushing up the daisies on your neighbours lawn
Get back to where you came from
stop watering the plants with cluster bombs
Get back to where you came from
you can fake a celebration if you want on your way out
JUST GET OUT!
I can't believe what you do
over and over and over again
DO YOU THINK ABOUT ALL THE THINGS YOU HAVEN'T DONE?
DO YOU THINK YOU'LL BE THE HERO IN YOUR OWN SWAN SONG?
DO YOU THINK THAT IT'S FAIR TO SAY THAT A HOUSE AIN'T A HOME
IF IT'S JUST A HOLE
Get back to where you came from
where there is a smile still waiting by the front door
Get back to where you came from
where the money flows just like before
Get back
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Cardboard boxes in the hall
Sitting, waiting to unpack it all
Books and knick knacks on the shelf
And I whisper to myself
“We always stand up when we fall”
This time it’s gonna work, I can feel it
This time it’s gonna work, I can feel it
Home sweet home at last
The past is in the past
Something new is tried and true
To be what holds me fast
Lovers whisper in the dark
Hidden words that miss their mark
Still we know the meanings true
I am best for loving you
We can strike that missing spark
For love is always work to maintain it
For love is always work to sustain it
Home sweet home at last
The past is in the past
When we falter we can alter
Our flaws that hold us back
Home was sweet but soon grows sour
Time with hungry jaws devours
The fun that once disguised routine
And leaves us naked in between.
Sometimes Love is just a word
Something said that goes unheard
And as its meaning fades away
I know that I could never stay
And to remain would be absurd
This time could never work, now I see it
But next time, I am sure, that will be it
Home sweet home will wait
The future must be great
Without a doubt there’s someone out there
Who’s surely worth the wait
Cardboard boxes in the hall
Sitting, waiting to pack it all
Books and knick knacks off the shelf
And I whisper to myself
“We always stand up when we fall”
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6. |
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Once upon a story told and
Folded over time
We learned survival
Learned the battle
Learned the way of rhyme
Spin the handle
Crank the wheel
Sing along
As you turn the hexaflexagon
Behind the seven lands and seas there
Lived a bay of shelves
They held the meanings
Held the histories
Held the secret selves
Spin the handle
Crank the wheel
Sing along
As you turn the hexaflexagon
Once there was where there wasn’t
Nothing not quite there
We ran forward
We ran faster
Ran adrift on air
Spin the handle
Crank the wheel
Sing along
As you turn the hexaflexagon
Back when tigers smoked tobacco
Where the wild words roamed
We went sideways
We went through
We went to other homes
Spin the handle
Crank the wheel
Sing along
As you turn the hexaflexagon
Long long long ago there was a day
A day was here
We gathered round
We gathered stories
Gathered far and near
Spin the handle
Crank the wheel
Sing along
As you turn the hexaflexagon
Where it was there it was
We see it over there
It’s behind you
It’s within you
Bending through the air
Spin the handle
Crank the wheel
Sing along
As you turn the hexaflexagon
Once upon a story told and
Folded over time
We learned survival
Learned the battle
Learned the way of rhyme
Spin the handle
Crank the wheel
Sing along
As you turn the hexaflexagon
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7. |
Firefly - Firephyte
03:53
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We started out in a barren space
We've gone through a dry phase
Our candlelight was a desperate plea
A prayer answered with brutality
Four feet deep and cryptic
Embrace our family tree
Patiently optimistic
Tolerance is the only way we'll see
Burn us down
We're underground
Burn us down now
Like our son and our daughter
Like arson and water
With resistance we realize
a once dormant hope to colonize
The grass is always greener
when the judges have all died
Your kids are popular
when they're the only seeds alive
Turn up the Lizard King
Turn down Billy Joel
Lay off the firemen
and let that thunder roll
Let that thunder roll
I've fallen victim to the neighbor's grass
Oh how I prefer that smoke and ash
Now above ground, they're forming a crowd
Just too much life around
Lift us up and burn us down
Lift us up and burn us down
I come from a barren place
Lookin' for another dry phase
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8. |
Star Bear - Chapters
04:14
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At your young age, all that matters
Are the people who look after you
Outside is another chapter
Loved ones at home all gathered
As time rolls on, life will be different
You’ll grow up to see what once was hidden
Your mistakes will be forgiven
You’ll learn to do what you didn’t
A little later, it’s time to learn
You’ll go to school and meet the others
They’ll show you how to discover
Away from home, your skin gets tougher
As time rolls on, life will be different
You’ll grow up to see what once was hidden
Your mistakes will be forgiven
You’ll learn to do what you didn’t
Someday you’ll leave your parents
Free to nurture independence
Find your role in this wild system
Save the world with all your brilliance
You’ll hit your stride
You’ll find yourself
You’ll be important
You’ll pursue wealth
You’ll become wise
You’ll be so tired
You’ll do your best
You’ll deserve rest
You’ll move on past
Social contracts
Accomplishments
Lose significance
At the end, all that matters
Are the people who look after you
Outside is an older chapter
Loved ones at home all gathered
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Baby will you meet me in Chamonix
I’ll wait for you by the old cherry tree
You got a secret I got the key
Free you from these walls
Problems we can’t solve
Baby will you meet me in Chamonix
I’ll hold your hand in Les Contamines
We’ll drink plum wine and dance in clean air
Someday we’ll share the burdens we bear
Tonight sing your song
I will sing along
I’ll hold your hand in Les Contamines
I’ll carry your rucksack into Champex
Step by step we’ll circumnavigate
The alpine queen in her white cape
Hear the cowbells clang
Ain’t no other sound
I’ll carry your rucksack into Champex
We’ll ride the gondola in Argentiere
Watch the valley recedes away
Too high to see the tallest trees sway
That’s where we’ll measure
The troubles that plague you
We’ll ride the cable car in Argentiere
Baby will you meet me in Chamonix
We’ll kiss beneath the old cherry tree
We don’t need secrets to be free
We’ll burn down the walls
Got nothing to solve
Baby will you meet me in Chamonix
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10. |
Phlub - Eternal Return
05:01
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There’s nothing new beneath the sun
I’ll watch matters echo, as they’ve always done
Observe as another cycle’s begun
Minutiae may differ, but how can you dispute eternal return
Must I internalize this yarn you’ve spun?
Chaos and entropy - and it is undone
Is ever a father truly like his son?
Often similar,, but that does not constitute eternal return
Across the centuries, it never abates
More pairs of philosophers will have this debate
It is inevitable, if only you wait
Is this not proof by recursion of eternal return?
There’s nothing new beneath the son
Our discourse echoes, as it’s always done
Observe as another cycle’s begun
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I was so tired
I had to lie
Prostrate upon the floor
My flawed plans barely worth a try
My self-worth took one hit more
That armour I wear
Always wears away
Where would we go from here?
We won’t agree in any way
Anyway we’re far too insincere
Extracted your pound of flesh
And pound me into the ground
Til I’m all ground up
And scattered on the wind
Your love’s splinter burrowed beneath my skin
I felt like I’d splinter apart
The weather turned
The clouds enveloped me
You asked whether we were fine
As you fine-tuned your logical fallacy
I was so tired
I just had to lie
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12. |
Melody Klein - Too Long
05:05
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Go ahead, tell me again how this is too long
Pretend you have comparisons in genre for my song
As if it fit some genre conventions
Where a single pattern didn't stretch to cover the entire dimensions
As if any others have 5 melodies, none of them static
Let's halve the length, no need for dynamics
These parts need no room to breathe
I need not moan. I need not seethe
Everything should adhere to the norms of pop
Screw trance, what the hell is bop
It all needs a verse-chorus structure, and a 3 minutes length
There can be no other strength
Never mind that my vocals are clearer than they've ever been
Tell me how you can't make them out on sheer listening
It definitely won't make me less inclined to write any more
I'll just have to roll my eyes harder than before
I used to be excited to read the reviews
To relisten with a smile while considering your views
But go ahead, tell me again how this is too long
Pretend you have comparisons in genre for my song
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I sit here quietly and lick my wounds
Bring on the dark, the end can’t come too soon
You were a sliver of hope that took the sad away
A reason to live to see a brand new brighter day
Rejection is hard when you’re young and in love
There are too many feels and it all seems so much
Tougher to take but then them’s the breaks
I hope you live and you learn, but wait till you get old
It took commitment and heart to push the others aside
I trusted in us, but distraction soon arrived
The crash came fast, a shock, an alarming surprise
I felt the loss, but at least I know I’m alive
I sit here quietly and lick my wounds
Bring on the dark, the end can’t come too soon
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It's coming up on Easter, the sky is full of rain
Important folks are saying life will soon begin again
I've heard the Bible story, I’ve heard the preacher say
That the tomb was standing empty and the stone was rolled away
And I'm still waiting
I’m still waiting
I’m still waiting
For that resurrection day
It's coming up on Pentecost, the sun is shining strong
I'm talking to my neighbor, but the words all come out wrong
I've heard the Bible story, and the songs that have been sung
How the Spirit-filled disciples could speak in every tongue
And I'm still waiting
I’m still waiting
I’m still waiting
For that breath to fill my lungs
And now it's All Souls Day, and the leaves have fallen down
And the leaves are on the ground
And we read all those names of those who've laid their burdens down
Those we've laid under the ground
And the list goes on and on, but no one asks what was this tragedy,
What was this awful crime?
Because this is just an ordinary moment
In ordinary time
It's coming up on Christmas, the sky is gray and cold
What little warmth I come across, my frozen hands can't hold
I've heard the Bible stories, and the prophecies of old
See the Virgin at the Manger, see the miracle unfold
And I'm still waiting
I’m still waiting
I’m still waiting
For the hope that was foretold
It's coming up on Easter, the sky is full of rain
Important folks are saying life will soon begin again
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