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Circle of Death
03:57
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I’m still not sleeping
I’m still not dreaming
In fact I’m exactly the same
As the last time we met
Last weekend
Thought I saw you screaming
In some gnarly bar
Along with some self-loathing punk band
I was wrong
But it got me to call you again
Because I think you’d like them
I think you’d dig their songs
It’s like we talked about
That night at the pancake house
How we hate to be sad
But long to hear sad people singing
I understand, I do
You had to move
It sucks here
I know why you had to go
But my family and my friends are here in the end
And this too-small bigoted town is worth it for them
I still want the coastlines
But I still want the short drives
I want to get shitfaced with you
And find some havoc to wreak
Brant’s still my go-to guy
Wes is down almost anytime
There’s a party at Jake’s tonight
We’re gonna drink and dance
You should have heard what Jason said
At Abbey’s playing Circle of Death
He’s still cracking us up all the time
Just like he always did
Yeah, we all remain
And we talk about you every day
I still have that shirt of yours I stained
I keep it in my dresser
I understand, I do
You had to move
It sucked here for you
I know why you had to go
But my family and my friends are here in the end
And this fucked-up bigoted town is worth it for them
At least for now
I still have that shirt of yours I stained
I leave it in my dresser
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2. |
John Candy
03:44
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My mom decided I needed to go to school on the better side of town
Hired a babysitter who went to our old church; she only lived a few blocks down
She was the mother of my best friend, and the wife of my dad’s
She was fairly quick to anger; many times I made her mad
Many times I made her mad
One day after school, three of us were walking home; my friend, his sister, and me
The bossy sister said that we should cross early, so we ran, we ran, we ran but she stayed
It was March the fourth, 1994; the day John Candy died
Damned to separate rooms and the news on the radio until my mother arrived
We were damned to separate rooms
We were damned to separate rooms
There was nothing fun to do
So I just listened to the news
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3. |
Rainforest Floor
02:40
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I hate being poor but I’d hate to be greedy too
I work pretty hard and I have plenty of food
Can’t borrow money and I sure can’t save it
And I’d rather shoot myself than turn to credit
I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored
I want to see the world like my brother has
Go to Ecuador or someplace like that
Stand on the rainforest floor
And let the drops seep into my pores
I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored
Some nights my friends are not enough
I get sick of doing all the same old stuff
Over and over and on and on
Some nights I wish when I was young that I had gone
I tire of hearing people say
No soul gets too old to be saved
Still looking for a way to save myself
Because living this way feels like hell
I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored
I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored
I’m only twenty-four and I’m already bored
I’M ONLY TWENTY-FOUR AND I’M ALREADY BORED
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4. |
The Outage
04:14
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Fuck me, I want to stay the night
Living alone makes you lonely, yeah, you were right
I don’t care if your sheets are dirty
Just pour some wine; we’ll take slow sips, no reason to hurry
Come daylight I’ll draw the shades and ignore the time
We’ll sleep in just like we used to do every weekend
Oh-whoa
I miss you more than I’ll ever admit
Oh-whoa
And the staying up late doing stupid shit
Oh-whoa
But I know for sure we shouldn’t do it again
Oh-whoa
I don’t know what we are, but it isn’t friends
No, I’m not drunk again
Don’t act so surprised, I’m straight sometimes
Just let me in, and don’t lie, I know you don’t have a boyfriend
Word gets around; you know what it’s like living in this small town
That’s why when I used come around I’d have to take the side streets
I’d always leave out the back door of the building when we’d meet
Yeah, sure. We’ll call this a one time thing
But you know it never happens that way
Icy roads bring back those memories
Of keeping warm in the basement, under blankets
Of a soft touch, and cold sweat
In the darkness of the outage
In the basement, under blankets with me
In the basement, under blankets with me
Oh-whoa
I miss you more than I’ll ever admit
Oh-whoa
And the staying up late doing stupid shit
Oh-whoa
But I know for sure we shouldn’t do it again
Oh-whoa
I don’t know what we are, but it isn’t friends
I don’t know what we are, but it isn’t friends
I don’t know what to call all the time we spend
So go ahead and ring me up again at one A.M.
Because we don’t know what we are, but we can never resist
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5. |
Weird Morning
03:12
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Sleepless staring at a foreign ceiling
Sun comin’ up and my head is pounding
I still grin ‘cause I know I’ve done
Something maybe kind of dumb
It won’t be long before you wake up
Dry brain all full of regret so
I get up and look through your records
Put one on and make some breakfast
I get up and look through your records
Put one on and make some breakfast
Oh, Marie. What were we thinking?
Oh, Marie. Now that it’s done, might as well do it again
Oh, Marie. What a weird morning
Let me make you some pancakes before you go tell your boyfriend
I didn’t mean to dance with you
I didn’t mean to make a move…
Actually I did
Who the hell am I trying to kid?
It was dark in there
But I saw your outline with his
And goddamn, it made me sick
So when he went to see his friends
I told you my name
And wrapped my hand around your waist
Spun you ‘round the room
Brushed your hair from your face
It got packed and hot in there
So we started shedding layers
Baby, maybe we should outside
Take a break and get some air…
Oh, Marie. What were we thinking?
Oh, Marie. Now that it’s done, might as well do it again
Oh, Marie. What a weird morning
Let me make you some flapjacks before you go tell your boyfriend
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6. |
Minor Crimes
04:58
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Won’t you come around again, my Sadie?
Wear your hemmed-up favorite skirt
I once thought that you could save me
But now I know you’re just a flirt
I tried to tell my aunt and uncle
Which songs were true and which made up
But I could not even remember
And I honestly don’t care that much
Turned a youth group boy into a vandal
Kept our minor crimes off the books
But you were more than I could handle
You taught me with the things you took
Some nights I lay awake and wonder
What was going through your head
When you kissed me in the theater
And how come you would not do it again
You surprised exactly no one
And moved to Michigan last fall
I’d like to know just how you’re doing
And if you miss this place at all
You remain to me a mystery
You were a foreign way to live
I thought back then that you could save me
And now I think maybe you did
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7. |
Grief
01:00
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Somebody get me a drink
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8. |
2/24/2010
03:33
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Waking in a world where you weren’t was weird
Even though I’m pretty sure we hadn’t spoken in at least a year
And though you could, I can’t believe that right now you are hearing me
Talking you like doesn’t make any sense
But I still do it
Because I can’t help it
We were 23, my first best friend
When we put you in the ground
Went out that night and got soused
With the people I’m friends with now
Tried to make myself puke
In some gay bar’s bathroom
Tried to purge two pitchers of beer
Three bottles, and the rage I felt for you
And I’m still kinda pissed
That you would go and do this
Yeah, I know people fuck up sometimes
But one of yours cost so much more than all mine
Travis said he should have died thirty times before you
You were that much better of a guy
Ty told us to cherish our good memories of you
But that’s some bullshit greeting card advice
Because the good memories of you don’t feel that nice
That night when the bar closed
My buddy took me home
And I wept in his car
For everything to be undone
In my house, he sat with me
Until four in the morning
Drunk as I’ve ever been
Drunk as I’ll ever be, hopefully
And you had never been
As close a friend as he is
Or a couple other guys
And oh my god, I love them
But I didn’t know how much until that night
No, I didn’t know how much until that night
Travis said he should have died thirty times before you
You were that much better of a guy
Ty told us to cherish our good memories of you
But the good memories of you don’t feel that nice
Because youth group boys don’t grow up just to die
God, I hate to give out advice
But I guess I just don’t give a fuck this time
Truth is truth is truth
And somehow now it just feels right to say
Love while you can
My friends, love while you can
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9. |
Spare Room
03:31
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You can stay in my spare room
I will put my best sheets on the bed
If you come through
You will have the soundest sleep in town
And you won’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do
Anywhere you want I will drive you
On weekends we’d get hammered, go out, and raise hell and you’d find some girl you didn’t know and take her home and you’d tell me everything that went down next morning in detail
I hoped one day to see our roles reversed but they never were before you left me by myself
I need help
I don’t mean with girls, I mean with health
So come back and we will fuck some shit up, man
Drink ourselves to sleep for weeks and then
Drive out to the power plant again
Have a prolonged weekend
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10. |
We Build Fires
04:02
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11. |
Mossy Rock & Water
04:36
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Lakefront breeze blowing through my hair
Shirtless on the dock and I don’t care
If the neighbors see me, I don’t care
If the neighbors hate my singing
Friends all surround me
It would not be a sin to envy me right now
Not much to do down in Southern Missouri
Stay up and play until the bottles empty
Take slow sips, no reason to hurry
I’ll walk you home if your vision gets blurry
We have our whole lives
Let’s do nothing tonight
We have our whole lives
To do nothing is alright sometimes
All sleeping together in the same room
Start popping cans next day at noon
This is the best, man
Mossy rock and water, nothing else exists
No jobs, no death, no being pissed
This is the best, man
Take a walk and throw pebbles off the dam
Not much to do down in Southern Missouri
Just stay up and play until the bottles empty
Take slow sips, no reason to hurry
I’ll walk you home if your vision gets blurry
We have our whole lives
Let’s do nothing tonight
We have our whole lives
To do nothing is alright sometimes
When two or more have gathered
The Holy Spirit enters
We feel better than we look
And we look pretty fucking good
We sing the same songs over
Every time we’re together
We have our whole lives
Play “Westfall” one more time
Not much to do down in Southern Missouri
Just stay up and play until the bottles empty
Take slow sips, no reason to hurry
I’ll walk you home if your vision gets blurry
We have our whole lives
Let’s do nothing tonight
We have our whole lives
To do nothing is alright sometimes
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