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01:22
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it's better to know now who we are
idealism will only get you so far
imagination may send up sparks, but it'll never catch fire
i'm glad we can see now what we've done
the few have fallen to the many; the bad guys have won
but each of us is guilty, so we may as well lock her up
all hail president trump
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Loneliness
03:16
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knowing my heart's eyes are so much bigger than its stomach
i will kindly take my leave
take your high fidelity & shove it
overboard indeed, my dear, i'd dive into the blue to rescue you
but not with these irons on my feet, so
fall in love with loneliness
put your trust in loneliness
cause you're the only one for loneliness
fall in love, won't you fall in love?
tap into the source, the battery of solitude
the primacy of peace
should you ever need me, i'll come running
but out here on the road, filing down my soul for parts unknown
i've found no better way to cope than to
fall in love with loneliness
i've got to trust in loneliness
cause i'm the only one for loneliness
i'm in love, so in love
i'm in love, i'm in love with the creak in my voice
that's the only constant i see
i'm in love, i'm in love with the beautiful void
i know she's waiting at home for me
fall in love with loneliness
you know you ought to trust in loneliness
cause you're the only one for loneliness
and there ain't nothing you can do
so get over the moon and love your loneliness
i thank the stars above for loneliness
cause you're the only one, my lovely loneliness
you're the only one, loneliness
it's always been you
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Places
02:23
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i wrote my first songs down there in the basement
and right across the street, cappy pulled my sister on the sled
i rode west chasing a dream but caught a life instead
so i towed it home to missouri
just barely lost the longing 'fore it lopped off my head
now i'm finally feeling fine 'bout being alone till i'm dead
i'm thinking one more test & my reactive mind's vanquished
i'm thinking no more sentimentality for places
no more sentimentality for places
way back when my folks split up, i figured i'd do the same
but i suppose i never severed all those ties in my brain
seemed no matter what was happening, i'd dissociate
from relentless reality
and i guess i'd never said goodbye to this old baldwin
the lightning bugs, the country road, or all those green rolling hills
but if i want to live the way eckhart tol'me to live
then that means no more sentimentality for places
no more sentimentality for places
how i still wish we all could somehow be together again
gretchen, steve, allie & sebastian
but he just had to go and grow up like some kind of fucking idiot
so no more sentimentality for places
no more sentimentality for places
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Prince Edward Isle
02:01
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it's still so early, anne shirley, in this infernal night
i shouldn't have been watching you in this season
or in this life, i want a new and beautiful one
on prince edward island
these los angeles vignettes are saccharine as it gets
still i keep writing 'em for some reason
got no definitive regrets, just nagging doubts
haven't figured lonely out
there there, now now, come home my sweet inspiration
there there, now now, don't leave the orphan at the station
life ain't what you had in mind for it
it knows just what you need instead
it may lead where you'd least expect
but hang your hat, don't hang your head
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Sideyard
03:03
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here comes a late gasp from a living man, as if i hadn't said enough
i'm almost always doing all i can, never seem to level up
and it never quite adds up
but there's a picture of a picture of a picture in my mind
though it's fading fading fading, i still pray to it each night
there was once an inkling of a tinkling of a twinkling in my eyes
thought it's dated jaded faded, i need you to see it shine
frequent stops. do not follow.
i'm no hero (watch me, though)
i'm no hero, watch me closely though
cause, hey, you never know
yet another late gasp from a living man, hope i don't get my hopes up
this time every line's all mine, gonna burn a disc and lock it up
cause i know the word ain't never catching up
still there's a picture of a picture of a picture in my mind
though it's fading fading fading, i still pray to it each night
the tiny window slightly cracked atop that tower up so high
is where i'm climbing climbing climbing till i fall back down & die
there's still an inkling of a tinkling of a twinkling in my eyes
thought it's near-disintegrated, need you all to see it shine
frequent stops. do not follow.
i'm no hero (watch me, though)
i'm no hero, watch me closely though
cause, hey, you never know
you never know
had a pitcher of a tincture of the elixir of life
when we moved out of the valley, guess i left it behind
in the sideyard by the brick wall, now it's a day spa for flies
i'd still take a swig, i'd simply plug my nose & close my eyes
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What Are the Odds
04:18
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fuck, i'm up again, should have known i was dreaming
though it had all already gone to shit, i still had feelings about it
what are the odds i come across something or someone i care for
this lifetime when i'm not high, drunk or dreaming? slim to none
what are the odds i'll stick it out when there's a shadow of a doubt
this lifetime if i'm not getting paid at least bi-weekly for my time?
we'll find out in no time
fuck, i'm drunk again, and on cue my blue heart is bleeding
though it only wants to play the hits, that's the last thing it needs
what are the odds i come across something or someone i'll care for
this lifetime when i'm not high, drunk or dreaming? slim to none
what are the odds i'll stick it out when there's a shadow of a doubt
this lifetime if i'm not getting paid at least bi-weekly for my time?
we'll find out in no time
when i play the hits, that's the only time i know for sure i give a shit
guess i'm still not over it
joy of joys
fuck, i'm high, fuck i'm so fucking high again
i want to kiss you, but i can't stop giggling
what are the odds you'd save me a slice of the pie in the sky?
what are the odds you'd save me a slice of your pie in the sky?
what are the odds you'll save me a slice? i'm a hungry
come on, sneak me a bite, i haven't had a taste since 2009
what are the odds of a wink or a nod?
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Daylight
03:01
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i never went to church regular
but lately i've been thinking, what could it hurt?
'cause i can't seem to care no more
guess i went a few too many times overboard
the congregation sitting in the pews
what are they looking for? what have they got to lose?
are they being tested, seeking solace in the presence of those who've made it through?
have they used something up? do they aim to get it renewed?
or are they just so weary and desperate to believe
they fake it till they make it?
now, i suppose love's a religion, too
and this must be my crisis of faith, 'cause i can't seem to find no truth
love, it seems to me, is a religion too
so every week or so, shouldn't i get up inside a brick house like you
so we could work out all the moves
fake it till we make it?
love ain't like a chia pet
but it can use some daylight now and then
i'm gonna get as close as i can get
and fake it till i make it
love, there's not a kit for it
still, we could cross a few steps off the list
why don't we take this far as we can get
and fake it till we make it?
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The Trials of Kid Us
02:26
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having said all that, was it true
and was it worth a nickel to you?
don't see why i sustain this vain pursuit
feed in more tokens, hit "continue"
okay have it your way, i take it back
suppose we made so much love you just lost track
i hear there's a party, can you come?
let's turn up in costume as us young
like i young would always say
we'll forget this all someday
like you young would always say
i've forgotten already
so having forgotten, we can make it up
so being in charge now, let's take charge for once
so now that we're grown up, let's be grownups
the trials of kid us were so much kid stuff
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I'm Sad
03:39
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I've decided I'm sad
I ain't lyin', I'm sad
I can't have you, it makes me sad
Now he has you, now I'm sad
I thought I would make you happy
And I'm sure I could
But I was too slow or just too late
And now I guess I should be sad
I can't live any of the dreams I've had
No denyin' I'm sad
I can't hide it, I'm sad
At first I guess I was just a little bit glad
To be out of the race, 'cause the race made me mad
But I was supposed to make you happy
And I know I would
If what's-his-name hadn't cut in front of me
Yeah, he's quick, but is he there for good?
I'm sad I can't carry out any of my big plans
For you
Do you really think I'd bring you down?
Do you suppose I'd ever do you harm?
I will sing my song out loud
My music will ensnare your heart
And now I'm sad for you
'Cause soon you'll be sad too
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Flyover Country
02:55
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i don't know, maybe i could have loved her
i wish i had the will to miss her
never had the heart to tell her
her favorite song of mine was about her sister
a belated self-congratulations
on my sex tourist vacation
yes it's true portland's for lovers
but my beard wasn't up to specifications
give my regards to joe
and all bells, bivs & devoes
and if you're passing through the middle of the midwest
look me up
the leaves are changing colors
yeah those things on trees, they've got em here
the bellies on the young girls are growing
and before long it's gonna be snowing
yeah before long it's gonna be snowing
i stole away from l.a.
left chunks of me draped along the freeways
my folks had sealed my fate when i was just shy of eight
they brought me to romanticize my birthplace
sure wasn't all i'd cracked it up to be
sure left a couple hundred good cracks in me
but i am still intact, in fact i'm getting my act back together
and you know, i really don't mind weather
give my regards to joe
and all the freaks back home
and if you've got a fear of flying
make sure you hit me up
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i'm just an 8-year-old from california
i ain't got much to say
i guess i could just take a few minutes
and tell you what i have to say
the first time i ever saw you
you took my eyes away
since i've been around you
the world's been a much much happier place
i'm just an 8-year-old from california
i didn't have much to say
(i think there was more but that's all i remember)
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S.A. Bach Springfield, Missouri
ever-bewildered anti-folkie from LA-via-Branson-via-LA. singer-guitarist-songwriter w/Oh Yeah, the Future (comma is part of the name), The Middle Initials, Star Maps & The Bachs. my name is trademarked :(
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