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Tune Myself Out
03:01
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there's nothing else i'm ever gonna try
it's only this now- this is my whole life
i love my echo chamber, flanger, phaser
that's all there is now, and it's all mine, so get out
this is my radio show
i interview myself 'cept i seldom answer
i'm glued to my remote
so i can tune myself out
fast-forward to the end, now let’s take it from the top
my life’s a type I cassette and it’s getting pretty chewed up
everything's bleeding into everything else
and i'm already dead, and everyone who ever knew me is dead
this is my radio show
i interview myself 'cept i seldom answer
i'm glued to my remote
so i can tune myself out
so i can tune myself out
'scuse me while i tune myself out
but when i tune out for too long, my mind starts wandering
i seem to recall, although i might be wrong
but wasn’t there someone else here who used to sing along?
ah it’s been so long, and when i start to feel down i say to myself
"cmon buddy, you got it buddy, cmon snap out of it"
but sometimes i just can't seem to snap out of it
until i realize…hey my favorite show's coming on!
this is my radio show
i interview myself but i never answer
i'm glued to my remote
so i can tune myself out
now should i tune myself out?
this is my radio show
all filler, time-killer, till it all goes up in smoke
i'm glued to my remote
'cause i only wanna tune myself out
but i just can't seem to tune myself out
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2. |
Striving
03:19
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i'm a lucky fucker yeah that's right i said it
can't seem to give myself all that much credit
for stumbling into happiness
as regrets keep falling from my back pockets
got a little faith by god i've god it
who could be so pompous as to say they thought
it should be this spectacular to be alive?
although at times it's been a bumpy ride
i'm somehow fucking surviving, yeah
somehow fucking surviving, yeah
somehow fucking surviving, yeah
i'm somehow fucking surviving, yeah
arguably even thriving, yeah
got a full tank of gas to keep striving, yeah
i'm a lucky fucker yeah and don't i know it
i'm a heavy favorite so i'd best not blow it
it's scary at times to try at all
but i'd rather be a failure than an asshole
don't burn out brother, fade away with me slowly
the decaying of the body is sacred and holy
don't you rush into eternity
warm your bones up by the fire and grow old with me
we'll be somehow fucking surviving, yeah
somehow fucking surviving, yeah
somehow fucking surviving, yeah
we'll keep somehow fucking surviving, yeah
arguably even thriving, yeah
got tanks full of gas to keep striving, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
i'm still somehow fucking surviving, yeah
somehow fucking surviving, yeah
somehow fucking surviving, yeah
we're all somehow fucking surviving, yeah
arguably even thriving, yeah
got tanks full of gas to keep striving, yeah
yeah
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3. |
Ridealong
02:20
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revisions and truth, to hell with it
i still just want you, not to understand
by now i know i never can, but then
you'll never meet the man who can
bet you'll never meet that man or woman who can
and if you do i wanna shake their hand
take me on a ridealong
i'll point out something dumb you've never noticed before
all this and not much more
i've said all this before
i've said all this before
revision or truth, as best i dress it up
i know you'll see right through
i'm not trying to spin a yarn
just walk with you arm in arm
maybe buy a little farm, call some little people ours
hope they don't wind up too scarred, like how we are
take me on a ridealong
i'll point out something dumb you've never noticed before
all this and not much more
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4. |
I'm the One I Love
03:11
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I'm the one I love
What am I waiting for
Anybody else for?
I'm the one I love
And now I know for sure
Your leaving only makes me love me more
I'm the one I love
I've been with me all along
With my outstretched hands and my long-term plans
Still I gazed out and beyond
Falling on deaf ears and squeezing stones
But all the years and loves and songs
Strewn behind me now seem to spell it out
My epic quest was all in vain
I've never been alone, and now I know
I'm the one I love
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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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