When the storm starts to rise, it comes on quicker than I can deal with Batten down the edge of my shelter and hide I seek a little safety in this world of my own concoction There’s no beauty in this power if it’s not mine The door’s locked tight up against the jamb I want to keep the storm outside The winds cannot touch me here as trees are pulled to pieces The rain drums incessantly on every side It’s the noise that makes me want to cry, it’s deafening and relentless Like a thousand angry voices in the sky I can’t fight the storm it’s bigger than me, destructive and elemental It’s a waste of time like punching holes in rain The sun’s not here, it abandoned me, left me cold and shivering in this maelstrom of violence and fear I need to speak but my words are gone, I’ve lost control of everything, I’m so helpless if nobody else can hear Who says that night is dark and full of terror, when weather’s far more frightening? There’s a rage to it I simply can’t control The air feels thick and it’s hard to breathe, the atmosphere is stifling The thunder cracks out a rhythm of its own I can’t fight the storm it’s bigger than me, destructive and elemental It’s a waste of time like punching holes in rain The sun’s not here, it abandoned me, left me cold and shivering in this maelstrom of violence and fear I need to speak but my words are gone, I’ve lost control of everything, I’m so helpless if nobody else can hear This is so embarrassing, lost my nerve, my wits, my everything, debased myself in new and inventive ways I need a brand-new narrative till the rain relents and the black clouds lift Hold tight to the hope, memory kinda fades… This storm will pass as it always does, the sky’s now clear but it never lasts I’ll keep my eye on the horizon for days Apparently this in my head you’ve made me see black and blue are red I’m grateful, as your blows rain down on me The sun’s not here, it abandoned me, left me cold and shivering in this maelstrom of violence and fear I need to speak but my words are gone, I’ve lost control of everything, I’m so helpless if nobody else can hear I’ll keep my head down now

we’re up early baby the sun’s calling through the windows because we fell asleep with the curtains open that’s how it goes when the spring’s coming we take a long walk see what other folks are throwing out in their big clean a dusty table that was built for the days that we worshipped CRTs a clean line defines where the screen used to be but now no-one uses that dedicated seat a broken bed frame single mattress with a stain i wonder how long it carried the weight until it gave out, got replaced did you upgrade or did the children go did they go and leave you empty in your nest no need for anyone to lay down their head and rest here now all things that I’ve found people throwing out in hard waste when i’m walking in my streets times change and we all give up on our dreams and shed our skins and then we slowly disappear there's an old mate at the cafe he's always there i mean, where else would he go? we stop, we have a chat, like good neighbours do there’s a few minutes to spare when we’re waiting for the brew we talk about the football and how this year we both managed to avoid it all i don't care for the pomp and the praise that is heaped on the kids and the money these days he stops to say he used to be okay good enough to play he had a mean left foot and a spatial awareness that was unsurpassed by any of his teammates but he gave it all away just wasn't strong enough to stay his words, not mine but he still can’t escape the voices in his head that scream his name as he imagines himself orchestrating another winning play all things that I’ve found people throwing out in hard waste when i’m walking in my streets times change and we all give up on our dreams and shed our skins and then we slowly disappear all things that I’ve found people throwing out in hard waste when i’m walking in my streets times change and we all give up on our dreams and shed our skins and then we slowly disappear and all this stuff gets collected and it gets crushed and compacted until it doesn't look like anything and it's taken away and it's buried out of sight and out of mind and it slowly disappears

We sail away from War and famine To a land of riches Where the sun shines bright We dig a little deeper In the depths of Eureka Every man for himself Searching day and night And I think I’ve found Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold I think I’ve found Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold We plant the gardens The soil is rich here In a land where the leaders say “Pretend you’re white” We make the dumplings Stop off at the chipper There is no steamer here So the siu mai are deep fried And I think I’ve found Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold I think I’ve found Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold “Two dimmies with soy sauce please” We thought we were ordering exotic Chinese But the golden nuggets came from our own land Feeding miners seeking fortunes As they sifted and they panned They sailed away from War and famine To a land of riches Where the sun shines bright I dug a little deeper In the depths of the freezer Found a Welcome Stranger And a story to set right And I think I’ve found Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold I think I’ve found Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold

Morning water flow Shaky hands that cup the falling nectar - drink it in Feeling nourishment Filling up the goblet to the brim Mourning water flow Heavy hands and heavy spirit pouring once again Slowly let the numbness in Filling up the goblet to the brim That morning water flow That mourning water flow That morning water flow That mourning water flow Morning water flow Day begins with all the little details rushing in Stream of consciousness And yesterday's indulgence running out Mourning water flow Day it ends with the all the broken pieces pushing in Slowly losing consciousness With pieces of the ocean running out That morning water flow That mourning water flow That morning water flow That mourning water flow

When I was a young man I dreamt of the sea Of sailing to far distant shores I signed up to serve but it wasn’t to be And I don’t dream of sailing no more The local recruiter was Admiral Byrne He looked down at me from the prow He said “This young recruit may be eager to learn But there’s not enough salt in him now.” I took to the guitar and took to the road A seaman of sorts on the land With songs for the singing and tales to be told I made my way by my own hand We drifted apart and lived different lives As distant as two men could be He made orphans of children and widows of wives And I just told tales of the sea His ruthless behavior was surely well known His exploits turned up in my songs And in his position of Admiralty He stayed shielded from all of his wrongs Now many years later I came home to see The old Admiral being interred The gathering said “Jim you knew him back then Couldn’t you say a few words?” I said “Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends It’s good to be back in this town; With its green rolling hills and its towering trees And its dreams that are somehow held down. And so even the dreams of this old man must end But take a good look at this ground I promise you nothing will grow here again There’s far too much salt in it now.”

Listen (V1) I’ve got a great idea I’d love to share the wealth It’s not a perfect panacea But it improves your health (Ch1) Would anybody listen to me? Would anybody listen to me? Ask (V2) The devil’s in the details I’ve heard that God’s there too Until the content unveils They're all a bunch of fools (Ch2) You ask not to carefully explain You ask not to carefully explain Meeting (bridge) Well! What's a nice VC like you doing in a place like this? I came from the tenth floor, you came from the fifth Never practiced my pitch in a literal lift And I’m fearful of fumbling this life-changing gift Wrap (V3) I’m really not…… Articulate Does this make sense? Oh, not a bit! Am I a nut? If the shoe fits…. I’ll persevere! Just call it quits. Do you understand? I can’t begin I’m at a loss. No way to win Are you listening? to my chagrin You’re missing out. Not giving in Review (Ch3&Ch4) Would you ask anybody not to Listen carefully to me explain Would you ask anybody not to Listen carefully to me explain

Duck Like water off your back Nothing phases you Some call you “a quack” Your problems are Duck Soup You’re calm on the surface While you paddle like the dickens I’d never know you’re nervous Or slave to your ambitions Float along and do no wrong Fall in and out of luck You’re good to go, all in a row Like every other duck Why did it ever make sense to play? I got a feeling I can’t dissuade Otter You’ve closed your ears to me Like an otter on a swim You’ve got the best of me I’m at mercy to your whims We fought the fight too much It ought to be called off I think you lost the touch Somewhere in the early aughts dive in and take the hint The world is all we got Do what you can to make a plan And Execute your oughts Why did it ever make sense to play? I got a feeling I can’t dissuade Platypus Seemingly a paradox Duck and Otter- special ops Add, subtract, and readjust Be the noble Platypus Drive and float, hint and know For the OWCA Execute, it’s just duck soup Like Perry, to save the day Why did it ever make sense to play? I got a feeling I can’t dissuade Why was I ever so clever did it ever make sense to play? I got a feeling and I’m reeling But it’s nothing that I can dissuade

Hey little boy, it's a letter from your daddy. Did you hear your uncle Conan went and killed Baghdadi I just enlisted here and they're saying that I'm chubby I got get fit and lean just like Sergeant Stubby I could sniff out drugs or find some IEDs Or sniff out some dead bodies for my troop to retrieve I could boost your morale, I lift you out of your fog The only payment that I need is a tummy rub Cause I'm a dog Top dog A good doggy That's true I'm a dog Top dog A good doggy Aaaaoooooo I'm a war dog (x4) Hey Dad, I finally got your letter It boosted my mood, it made me feel better I tell all of my friends about you Jack Russell and Indy and my homegirl Bluey You come from back from deployment with the milk in a can Believe me when I tell you I'm your biggest fan And if you ever get to thinking that your job stinks Keep in the back of your mind your little Rusty thinks that You're the dog Top dog A good doggie It's true I wanna be a dog Top dog A war doggie Like you! A war dog A war dog

Life’s too short to drink cheap beer Whiskey dark and moonshine clear But I never saw a reason why I should spend a lot on wine Once upon a time it was fightin words to call a man a hipster Little mustache and suspenders But nowadays the IPAs and red wings don’t really mean a thing And maybe never did Not sayin’ you can’t enjoy a PBR That don’t tell the world who you are From hannaford to HEB I've looked at wine and i cant see the difference In the top and bottom shelves And it seems to me the ABV’s enough to round the edges off Isn’t that the point of all this fuss It shouldn’t cost a fortune to cut loose In the end it’s just rotten juice Well I’m happy that you’re happy for your nephew who just moved off to Napa And became a sommelier And it ain’t my meaning to be mean to folks who like a Miller or a Lonestar To make ‘em feel ok If it seems I’m not consistent in my thoughts You oughta see the silly drinks I’ve bought A man has got to have a code I’m told And violate it more as he gets old

We treat this animal Like it’s invisible Let’s drop the pretence Stop doubting the evidence It’s inconvenient To address the elephant We doctor the facts And push all the targets back And while we do nothing We’re storing up suffering We should make reparations For the next generations As the wild fires burn We ignore the pachyderm And outside the room We’re choking on traffic fumes We make pretty speeches As the world goes to pieces We’ll be counting our dollars When water’s up to our collars

Some days I feel like a pothole Broken and missing a piece of my soul There's nothing like crumbling away at the edges As your whole life disappears in a hole Busted and crumbling and falling to pieces Tired of feeling used and abused I'm crumbling away at the edges Missing a piece of my soul Some days I'm feeling neglected A building that's weakened can't help but fall down My concrete is busted, my roof is caved in My shingles are all on the ground Busted and crumbling and falling to pieces Tired of feeling used and abused I feel like my roof is falling My shingles are all on the ground I'm not a man with my head in the clouds No woman I know would live in this house I'm falling apart, I'm admitting defeat No woman I know would live on this street Busted and crumbling and falling to pieces Tired of feeling used and abused I'm crumbling away at the edges Can't help if I keep falling down Can't help if I keep falling down

Guitar picks and nail clippers The only things I own She threw me out and broke my guitar That telecaster’s gone She ripped my clothes and burned my books Popped the tires on my car Now it’s guitar picks and nail clippers Walking to the liquor store Well my baby came home early About last week Tuesday night I guess I must have come home late And I heard we had a fight Don’t know what she was mad about But I'm sure it’s for the best I was trying to write a love song And I didn’t hear what she said It's Guitar picks and nail clippers The only things I own She threw me out and broke my guitar That telecaster’s gone She ripped my clothes and burned my books Popped the tires on my car Now it’s guitar picks and nail clippers Walking to the liquor store Well she says I never wash my hair And I never trim my nails I never help around the house And as a lover, I have failed I never did the simple things And when I did, I did ‘em wrong So all I'm taking with me, besides this country song.... Is Guitar picks and nail clippers They’re the only things I own She threw me out and broke my guitar That telecaster’s gone She ripped my clothes and burned my books Popped the tires on my car Now it’s guitar picks and nail clippers Walking to the liquor store Now it's guitar picks and nail clippers Walking to the liquor store Now it's guitar picks and nail clippers Walking to the liquor store

VERSE 1 Elsa looks outside her window and longs for me remembering when barren fields were green the earth outside is cracking as her faith crumbles to dust and she’s waiting for the day when I’ll be CHORUS 1 falling down falling down everyone wants me now everyone wants me to start falling down VERSE 2 Noah looks outside his window and curses me remembering when covered fields were green the earth outside is drowning and the clouds kidnapped the sun and he’s praying for the day I won’t be CHORUS 2 falling down falling down everyone wants me now everyone wants me to stop falling down BRIDGE I’m erosion, I sculpt the valleys I fill the aquifers below I bid my farewell to winter and wash away the snow I can be a gentle shower or an angry hurricane do you know my name VERSE 3 people taking me for granted, dismissing me behaving as if nothing here has changed our foundation is cracking and everybody looks away gotta make sure their profits don’t start CHORUS 3 falling down falling down it’s an avalanche now everything I believed, everything I believed everything I believed is falling down - falling down

[Steve] i cant remember the last time you said... "thank you for existing" it means a lot to me. i feel like nothing could explain how you said... something that made me so happy like that. [Chorus] flows like a river feels like a sunrise a constant shiver a joy made me cry flows like a river like a sunshower...... [Steve] i couldnt tell you how your words make me feel atleast i wish i could put them into words it feels like language isnt built for my joy not even rhyming could bring out what i feel [Chorus] flows like a river feels like a sunrise upstream waterfall your words are so bright flows like a river like a sunshower...... [Outro] i feel as though i touched the sun a river to a waterfall thank you for everything you made my day...

V1 four in the morning, two in the afternoon, three in the dead of night the sphinx gave us a clue Raised up to get ahead Snapped in half for good luck instead Yanked on gently, you're such a tease Oh yeah, I'm sensing a theme V2 Part of a travel itinerary and also your great aunt Mary A spider, Ms. Muffet, and Warren Buffet They're not all just things that are scary Bridge (Is Ms. Muffet really scary? I mean what would you think about someone that just sits by themselves on a huge pile of public grass eating a bowl of chonk-a-donk dairy...that's a person with SECRETS) V3 Millipede's malaise too many A snake's sadness too few An aardvark, and a card shark qualify As would a field of butterfli-es It could be made of brass or steel or wood if you sail the seas a table, a chair, and Fred Astaire Oh yeah, I've gotten the theme Did you figure it out? we've all got legs we've all got legs we've all got legs we've all got legs

Willard wasn’t what you’d call a good man With a smile like Jimmy Stewart, But a Charles Ponzi mind Counterfeiting concert tickets Phony inside market picks And just this morning flipped a car That wasn’t fit to drive A pale blue Chevy Nova To an unsuspecting, overeager guy Willard was elated, ‘Cause he thought he found the one She said her name was Karma With a smile second to none On his way to meet her at a cafe she knew of Just two blocks away And there his destiny would be Believing it was meant to be Stole a dozen roses from a florist on the street And Willard was light on his feet A heartless thief in love, In brief * * Main Street Bank was run by crooked corporation stiffs Davey cased it and determined That this place could make him rich He timed the take just perfect And made off without a hitch Speeding down the street He said, “How could it be this easy?” But then he noticed the police Half a dozen sirens closing in to keep the peace But Davey, he would not cease And soon it seemed he’d make it free Just as Davey thought that he had made it in the clear A twist of fate befell him When the engine light appeared A cough and then a sputter And a grinding of the gears Billows of black miasma Blocking Davey’s vision Till the invisible collision But it did not slow Davey down, Oh, no He made a break down to the border of Mexico The ambulance arrived, the medics tried and tried But Willard’s battered body, just couldn’t be revived Not a soul to mourn him, just stolen roses to adorn him And a witness who reported: “Yeah, I saw him get run over. It was a pale blue Chevy Nova.” “And I can’t be sure, but I think this is the grifter Charged a grand for phony tickets to Taylor Swift.” And as they loaded up Willard’s body The medics looted through his pockets And when they found Willard’s phone A single text from Karma appeared And it said “I’m here.” And she said “I’m here.” Karma said, “I’m here…”

Please, don't give up on me yet the first date caught me napping I choked the second too baby please, don't give up on me I didn't take the green light, but I've been burning through the daylight I promised you a moonshot and a cup of coffee. I'm not a lost cause, I'm not a hopeless case. Believe in second chances, I'm playing in the bandbox still over head and heels I'm failing to deliver babe every strike brings me closer to the next home run if no relief is out there, believe in second chances I know that I can save it, I'm not a hopeless case. Never made a hit yet, I'm walking it in yet, every time I get home it's for you Please, stay I'm feeling stranded alone and empty-handed Over head and heels I'm failing to deliver babe I'm ready for a walk off I think we'll get there soon Never made a hit yet, I'm walking it in it yet Any way you frame it I'm not gonna game it Ready to be in it This is how I win it Every time I get home it's for you Please don't give up on me.

[intro] blue n yellow blue n yellow... blue n yellow blue n yellow... [steve] why do colors have to be so weird? why you gotta be confusing? somethin' somethin' somethin' physics i guess? why you gotta confuse me??! please tell meeee! [predrop] WHYY! do.. (pbrbrbrb, OPRBRPBROPb) whyyy! WHY. (badabadabadabada Badabadabadabada badabadabadabada....) [drop] blue n yellow blue n yellow light makes white!... (pleasetellmewhy) blue n yellow blue n yellow paint makes GREEN!? WHYYY? (I F) blue n yellow blue n yellow light makes white!... (makes whiiite) (then.) blue n yellow blue n yellow paint makes RED!!! CUZ I SAID SO! [INTEMISSION] WHEN IT COMES TO COLOR THEORY, ITS OFTEN VERY BLACK AND WHITE ON WHAT COLORS ARE GOOD OR BAD... BUT WHY BE BACK AND WHITE WHEN YOU CAN BE... (woo!) blue n yellow! blue n yellow! (wow!) blue n yellow! (YIPPEE) blue n yellow! (WAOW) blue n yellow! (yeah!) blue n yellow! (LETS GO!) blue n yellow! (WOWW!) ... oh right this is the second drop hang on- [drop] blue n yellow blue n yellow light makes white!... (JUS JUS PLEASE TELL ME WHY) (pleasetellmewhy) blue n yellow blue n yellow paint makes GREEN!? WHYYY? (whyy?) (I F) blue n yellow blue n yellow light makes white!... (makes whiiite) (then.) blue n yellow blue n yellow paint makes RED!!! CUZ I SAID SO! [outro] blue n yellow blue n yellow... blue n yellow blue n yellow... blue n yellow blue n yellow... blue n yellow blue n yellow.