1. |
It's Not Enough
03:37
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You can be the last one standing as the surface
Of the earth melts like a chocolate bar
Just throw me out with the garbage
Cos I'll never get that far
Bury me in the street
Scatter me like beads of mercury
Have me stuffed like trigger
Or pickled for a souvenir
My paint is peeling, my nails are rust
At the peak of my popularity
I'm crumbling into dust
It's not enough
Entertaining, mesmerizing, collapsing as we speak
I left my clothes all neatly folded
NOw I'm heading up the creek
Past the university of boredom
To the Shrunkenhead Bar & Grill
The death wish casino, paradise garage sale
On the deck of the wreck of the Marie Celeste
Where rock'n'roll came to die
I'm trying to change the channel
As my life goes flashing by
It's not enough
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2. |
Make Things Happen
04:21
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I'm waiting for the sun to go down
Although it's spitshined in the daylight
I know there's a crooked underground
I promise my ship is coming in
When I cash in all my favors
The color will run to your cheeks again
Try to understand
Scratch my back
Wash my hands
And make things happen
Try to understand
We'll cut a path
Across this land
And make things happen
I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
After all the half truths and rumors
I hope you managed to stay a little naive
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3. |
Where The Mighty Fall
03:24
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Can you get me a drink?
If you would be so kind
I know it's highway robbery
But you don't mind
I'm just a fly on the wall
And this is what I find
That's where I'll be
With my back to the wall
I take the shape of the vessel
Into which I'm poured
Fill up your head with a demon's roar
I'm the life and soul of the party
But I made my home a hell
I think of how we started
And I see how far we fell
Flattery and fame
There's always someone else to blame
So you can always find me
Where the mighty fall...
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4. |
Jamaican Radio Obituary
03:33
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Try to find a reason why it's done
Try to find a path straight up to the blazing sun
It could have been Grand Rapids or DuBuque
It could have been destiny, could have been a fluke
Seems like every time you turn around
There's one more stunt to pull
He is insane
He jumps through hoops
And he dives out of planes
You'll last hear his name
Jamaican radio obituary
Try to find some words that work together
Maverick executive, imitation leather
On the third attempt he went down in bad weather
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5. |
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History is written by the winner. This is a losers song.
I took this job in the summer, never saw the winter rolling on.
Never thought it would end in a second. A burned out smoking wreck.
Expectations and ambitions, were just a rope around my neck.
Broke my back to earn their trust
Saw my dreams die in the dust,
Now I’m walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers
I’m walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers
All in bloom, all yellow and blue
So sweet and true, there’s nothing better to do.
I’m not hiding come and find me
What am I doin’? There’s no need to remind me
Now I’m walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers.
In the A to B and the miles per hour
Keeping out of reach of the higher power
Where the bees are buzzing in the April showers
The spoils belong to the victor, this is a concelation song.
Your life is science fiction, in a flash you’ll be gone
No more trials and no more troubles.
Bad luck and bursting bubbles
Just walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers
Walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers
SOLO
We’re not hiding come and find us
What are we doin’? There’s no need to remind us
Walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers.
We’re walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers.
We’re walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers.
We’re walking on hell’s roof, looking at the flowers.
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6. |
Cornered
03:28
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There's anger and hatred all around me
Please keep my young ones close to you
The whole of my life has gotten up with me
No time so start my life anew
Judgment stands now before this man
The phoenix rises from the flame
And if there's any life ever after
I won't tell nobody my old name
There's gotta be a way
There's gotta be a way
There's gotta be a way out of this town
I'm running short of breath
I'm moving closer now to death
There's gotta be a way out of this town
I'm running short of breath
I'm moving closer now to death
There's gotta be a way out of this town
Thought they caught me in the act
But all they saw was some man's back
That man didn't have the face of me
I was with my loving wife
When he gunned that Marshall down
And committed daylight robbery
The whole of my life has just flashed before my eyes
I'm running out of things that I can do.
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7. |
Where In The World
05:31
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A lot of people waiting on the inside
Marking the days on the wall
Inventing new methods, new distractions
A lot of people need someone to fall
And I wonder
Where in the world are you
Taking your own sweet time
And I wonder
Where in the world are you
Taking what should be mine
A lot of people waiting on the backside
Telling themselves that it's not true
Nothing like this ever happens
To good folks like me and you
I can't wait to see the ones who loved me true
It's the only thing that's in the forward view
A lot of people waiting on the other side
A whole lot more of god's little mistakes
They keep telling me I'm doing fine
We're gonna do whatever it takes
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8. |
When I Get My Rewards
03:50
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oh the night is so still
not a baby will cry
not a cold wind will blow
disturbing the sky
but there's no peace in me
yeah I'm burning for you
I'm walking the floor
in the devils shoes
when I get my rewards
I'll bring them to you
I will ask for your love
you'll swear mine is true
will you cast me aside
will you see me no more
or can I win your heart
when I get my rewards
oh they say that your hand
shall never touch mine
that a poor boy can't hold
for a woman so fine
but I'll work till I fall
yeah I'm determined to win
I'm driven by need
to see you again
when I get my rewards
I'll bring them to you
I will ask for your love
you'll swear mine is true
will you cast me aside
will you see me no more
or can I win your heart
when I get my rewards
or can I win your heart
when I get my rewards
or can I win your heart
when I get my rewards
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9. |
Circle Tour
03:27
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on the circle tour
I know just what I'll find
on the circle tour
I know just what I'll find
the road you head out on
is the road you left behind
I'm a traveling salesmen
but I'm not getting nowhere
got a plaid suit a briefcase galoshes and brand new hair
I drive a Vauxhall cadet but I've got my eyes on a red corvette
a stone came from heaven and buried the midwest towns
from Kankakee to Grand Rapids it followed me around
sometimes I get so deep I can't help but slow you down
on the circle tour
I know just what I'll find
on the circle tour
I know just what I'll find
well the road you head out on is the road you left behind
on the circle tour (x4)
met a fellow who's loaded
more than he can spend
said he's stocking it away
gettin it while he can
and when the government steps in
he's gonna play the accordion again
gonna quit this life of cold calling
tryin to break down doors
I hope I never see another piece of the Michigan circle tour
it's like cheap animation I've seen this scene before
on the circle tour
I know just what I'll find
on the circle tour
I know just what I'll find
well the road you head out on is the road you left behind
on the circle tour (x4)
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10. |
Nothing To Say
02:49
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Here they come buying up the street
This neighborhood got too fat to run
Buck and a half to pull the old shell down
Broken smile new white crown
Thank God it's boom or bust
Can't think past Friday
New Tarzan new Jane
Spend a million dollars
Got nothing to say
15 years old and she sings like a bird
Sweetest voice you ever heard
Down in the studio locked away
Spend a million dollars got nothing to say
It won't fly the endings all wrong
I bought the book and I bought the play
Don't try to tell me what's going on
I own the rights and it will end this away
Thank god it's boom or bust I can't think past Friday
Now all the communists have gone away
Spent a million dollars got nothing to say
Satellite flash
War drips in
Dan Rather is my kinky kin
Gimme new machines day by day
Long trudge round the victory lap of style over content and cash into crap
It's all looks so simple but no way - another fast edit and cut away
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11. |
Fox River
04:03
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The fox river flows about a thousand miles or so
past all the Aunt Maries and Uncle Joes
They build their homes so near
It floods most every year
You have to learn to live with your fear
I stare across the banks at you
I feel the water in my shoes
NO one can say that we don't try
Sometimes it's not that deep or wide
The Fox River flows wherever it wants to go
Past prefabricated homes, geodesic domes
And no one thinks of leaving
Until every scrap is eaten
And no one seems to believe what they are seeing
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Snapping the chains now what a relief
I'm climbing back out from the right underneath
Into the world of sweet delight
Well I gave up and without a fight
And I feel like I've been dragging my own tombstone
Dragging my own tombstone
Dragging my own tombstone
Most of my life
I could handle toil and trouble
When it brought better times
But time hangs heavy on my hands
Slipping by me, over again on that production line
[There's something to say] for the working man
You let that chisel fall from your hand
Now is the time to pick your fight
I can't make everything right
And I feel like I've been
Dragging my own tombstone...
At the heart of a brand new city
I will find that precious jewel
Just drove in from Indiana
The neon canyons, calling home another fool
Old stinking hat and shoes
Fat white suburban blues
In this world of sweet delight
I'll give up without at fight
And I feel like I've been
Dragging my own tombstone...
Here's the carrot and here's the stick
Here's the throat where the big words stick
See the hammer and the tongs
I've been doing this too long
There's about a hundred people in a windowless concrete shed
They've come in here to blow that paycheck, blow the rent
Came to remember coming back to forget
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13. |
Never Real
02:53
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Pack up your things
Your know you can't stay here
The building will be razed in less than a year
And everything that it contains
The faucets, the stoppers, and the drains
Will all seem like they were never real
Torn out the light
You know you need sleep now
Pull yourself into the darkness somehow
And everything that's in your dreams
The colors, the lights, and the scenes
Will all seem like they were never real
So go away
The neighborhood's changed
You're not a piece
Of the new history
Fill up your glass
You know we must drink now
Turn yourself over, turn yourself down
And the things that pass over your lips
The slurs, the barbs and the quips
Will all seem like they were never real
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