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When I left Chicago I was crying in a minivan, the city disappearing in my rearview.
I pack the van with everything, left what I couldn't in the alleyway, drove out by lake Michigan, and threw rocks into the water.
When I left Chicago I was crying in a minivan, the city disappearing in my rearview.
Let me get this straight: you left a narrative. I couldn't look you in the eye and you wouldn't apologize--you look alright in the apocolit-light
When I left Chicago I was crying in a minivan, the city disappearing in my rearview.
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Wolf/Dog
03:07
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You can tear a wolf from the pine trees but that don't make it a dog & our leaders are shouting, "yr embryonic, man!"So what happened to yr outlook, what knocked loose yr faith? Well if context kills yr page views, what happens when a lie his yr body.
Right now, you are spewing information, something about, conquerors from the sea: a narrative from novels you read when you were 17, well what's that mean to me?
Now you got me worried. I can't find the focus in yr stare, yr rocking in the alley, yr blistering with fear. Oh the years have not be friendly but to you they've been unfair--I can feel a decade closing in.
The lie they told was easy, but it stuck, & you can't even look at me. You can barely spit out my name, but there's a hint of recognition.
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Cloth
03:06
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So who put out yr candle? Douse me with anger & give me name. Slaughter all logic just to make him pay. Put a gun in my hand, put a gun in my hand & walk away.
What cloth was he cut from? How'd he learn to be so cruel? If I can justify a point to this bloodshed, the truth is I'd become the same as him.
Tamp it down just to make it through through week. We're going too far, but this plan is what we keep. If he refuses to hear reason, well let's give him a reason, let's give him a reason.
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Neil Young
03:27
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I'm waiting for the bus when it starts raining. I put my phone away again, the bus is late. The highway has a habit of practicing nostalgia. Off the highway a canopy of fog over the naked trees. Once we were there.
I'll bury myself in work but what's wait when I return. & lord it's like a bookcase falling. Sometimes a lie necessary, sometimes a lie it stays yrs, sometimes a lie keeps you safe when yr avoiding blunt force arguments, & I refuse to let you off the hook.
A father's courting anger, a brothers in the wind, the moon tracing the highway, and whose placing blame on them.
The hallway went on forever, but it was always bruised with darkness. You keep acting till yr not performing. Give me a horn section. Give me a gang vocal. Give me a way out of this hallway.
When I hear "Neil Young" I hear half my name!
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A Good Fight (In Theory)
02:34
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You were wrong when you said it, but the situation changed. Sure there were two sides met like an avalanche point.
You were right in theory, but it practice it was not. Shame was the easiest to produce in the noise of crowded room.
You wrong when you left us but we're better of in here. The apartment's healing slowly 'cause we cut you outta here.
You were right in theory, but it practice it was not. Shame was the easiest to produce in the noise of crowded room.
Oh the love of destruction, oh the love of a good fight, oh the love of the tension collapsing into which one of us is right.
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Yr being cautious like there's a sinkhole in the kitchen but right now we need honesty. Not a story about the EL train. You can steal words, but you can't steal a voice. Mid-sentence retraction, sirens in the alley, what are you staring at a piano is made to be played. All I need in tenderness--this is a reasonable request.
Redistribute the silence. I can't talk about this right now.
You say, "Capitilasim has sunk its teeth," but yr eyes search for a scapegoat. You'd lay a city at my feet before an apology. A catalog of sins is as useful as a glass of water in fist fight, in a rain storm.
Redistribute the silence. I can't talk about this right now.
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Let's look at another map, this one's giving us hell. You were gone before I knew what to call you. Oh my god you look like a murdered with you teeth like that. A poet yells into a microphone
"Fuck you, Aloha, I love you!"
The river is rising fast, we've got nowhere to cross. What wires we cut at the open.
"Fuck you, Aloha, I love you!"
When the summer unlock you seem to bloom. You seem to bloom when the wreckage is all we've got.
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TV Death
03:18
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Who's in the doorway? Suffer the light we made. If I can hear noise from the highway, then the neighbors can hear you cry.
Everything I know about death, well I learned it from TV. Now that yr home, I can fall asleep.
Someone's lying on TV. Oh the execution of truth--these little darlings of myth. Leave yr story in the projection booth.
& I might understand what they call an elegy--get the aperture right, 'cause the lighting is key.
Everything I know about death, well I learned it from TV. Now that yr home, I can fall asleep.
& I might understand what they call an elegy--get the aperture right, 'cause the lighting is key.
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Wrigley
03:14
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Catch a glimpse of yr tenacity, stop alpha-dragging in this moonlight, cut the wire & get this lit--a bottle we've through. I keep singing about all this violence, metronome blood, & longing. The want is think, the lack is heavy, into the past we trudge.
Notches on the walls of my hallways. We blew dots in the dark, the progress we've made. Ohhhhhhhhhh
The lights of Wrigley look like battleships in fog, & you keep clinging to last night. Who brought the rot, this is some kind of coup, I'm so certain. We won't let what's burning become silence, 'cause that's the practice of cowards. Cicadas out punching holes in the silence & even in this we are shining.
Give me the moon, I'll take what I can get. Give me the moon.
The wind is so strong, I can't even walk. The wind is so strong.
I know yr name. I know yr name. I know yr name.I know yr name. I know yr name. I know yr name.I know yr name. I know yr name. I know yr name.I know yr name. I know yr name. I know yr name.I know yr name. I know yr name. I know yr name.I know yr name. I know yr name. I know yr name.I know yr name. I know yr name. I know yr name.
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Apartment
02:13
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I'm waiting for you to come home. The apartment bruised with toxins of two people unable to speak. Fights unravel at a break-neck pace.
& I'm afraid of what I said, but goddamn I meant it. This isn't gonna be, so let's do what's best & I'll pack my things.
I'll find a couch to sleep on. I'm sorry, I love you. But we owe each other an end, we owe each other this end.
& I'm ashamed of what I said, but goddamn I meant it. This isn't gonna be, so let's do what's best & I'll pack my things.
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Lie 1
02:03
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I'm not gonna lie, but you look alright in the apocalit-light.
I'm not gonna lie, but even in this darkness there's a galaxy exploding.
The drive mauled us, all this rain, we could see brake lights & a car on the shoulder. Yr bodies were in our headlights as we pulled to the side of the road...[whispers]
I'm not gonna lie, but you look alright in the apocalit-light.
I'm not gonna lie, but even in this darkness there's a galaxy exploding.
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