1. |
The Blues and Alcohol
03:38
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I drag myself from my fallout shelter
And try to not feel blue
And every morning I wonder why I do
I got no purpose for being here now
It's just my job to survive
And check my pulse when I don't feel alive
So easily, you poison me
And leave me to scheme my way out of this tragedy
I spent some time feeling sorry about it
I could've earned a degree
It's just a joke that don't make much sense to me
But I can see what it's doing to me
I sit and stare at the wall
And ease my mind with the blues and alcohol
So fill my glass up, I'm pretty hard up
A whiskey sour, right on the hour
'Cause no one knows you're at your limits
No one knows you missed the mark
No one's really sure how lost you are
I guess it's just a mundane couple hours
I really shouldn't complain
It's just I hate it, it's making me insane
The more I think that I should be caring
The more I don't care at all
Come watch me bashing my head against the wall
So fill my glass up, I'm pretty hard up
Highballs are back, better than ever
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2. |
Smart Girls Are Smart
03:15
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The feeling's coming on strong now
Regrets going along now
Wonders how it all went wrong now
Too late to change the song now
She wants out, she wants next
She wants the olives but no olive pits
She wants out, she wants next
She wants to hear the sound that your heart makes
She wants to love but not a lot
Thinks of good times ne'er forgot
Wishes she could smoke a little pot
And maybe no one notices
She wants out, she wants next
She wants the olives but no olive pits
She wants out, she wants next
She wants to hear the sound that your heart makes
It's 3AM, I get the call
But there is no one there at all
She always leaves me a big mess
And then I have to clean it up
She takes the early morning flight
She wants me in the middle of the night
She thinks she's past the primetime of her life
Her nails are sharp just like a knife
She wants out, she wants next
She wants the olives but no olive pits
She wants out, she wants next
She wants to hear the sound that your heart makes
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3. |
Suits
03:51
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Crooked smile, insincere and smug
You've got all new scams to pull
All the files, all the holes you dug
You're the only one who's fooled
Dress it nice and neat
Hide what's underneath
But it's so see-through
So don't you bring your suit 'round here
Lies untie, and they come undone
Try your best to keep them straight
Piled high, yeah your silver tongue
Ends up putting you away
Can't be a salesman, no one wanting what you sell
Pretending you got something to prove
It's hard to see past a scared man hiding in a shell
When every word's a tighter noose
Crooked smile, soon will fade away
Under weight of your regret
Just like a child, sit and cry all day
Helpless, surrounded by your mess
Dress it nice and neat
Hide what's underneath
But it's so see-through
So don't you bring your suit 'round here
Dress it nice and neat
But you can't hide deceit
Yes I think it's best
If you don't bring your suit 'round here
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4. |
Gone for Good
03:18
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In every circumstance you're always victimized
You rattle off excuses but can't look me in the eyes
'Cause you just twist your words until they're true
And you just lie to you
Soon enough you'll see there's no place left to run
And just retrace the steps that made what you've become
And you just twist your words until they're true
And you just lie to you
And it's awful that you don't notice
I could point it out, but I can't make you focus
When you're on your way
So I smile at the mess that you've schemed up
So grab a beer, sit here and watch you self-destruct
'Cause you just twist your words until they're true
And you just lie to you
And it's awful that you don't notice
I could point it out, but I can't make you focus
When you're on your way
If you ever start to focus
You may be shocked to find that no one really noticed
'Cause we won't care anymore
You'll be gone for good
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5. |
Cop Show
04:47
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We can think it over, but it's good as done
My good times aren't over just 'cause you're no fun
Yeah you got me thinking about your concerns
Though they're not unfounded, they're my truths to learn
If you wanted to you'd give a little time
You can have your values, you can hold them tight
But it's wishful thinking and it's not tonight
You might think you'll see me begging on my knees
But you've never known me, I mean baby please
If you wanted to you'd give a little time
If you wanted to you'd give a little time
And if I wanted to, I'd drop it on a dime
You can disagree, but I think I'll be fine
If you wanted to you'd give a little time
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6. |
Asleep at the Wheel
04:06
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A light pole every hundred feet
It blinds my eyes, but lights the street
Me I'm trying to get home
I've done the drive enough to know
That I could get there in my sleep
A gentle rain to bathe the road
My mind goes places it shouldn't go
It thinks of things that I don't have
And I don't really have it bad
But I can't think of nothing better
It's a long way back to Exit 10
Long enough to wonder why I left
It's a long way, but I'll be here again real soon
A couple miles and I confess
That I'm indifferent, more or less
Because the drive home never ends
And I'm too old to still pretend
It's something better than it is
It's a long way back to Exit 10
Long enough to wonder why I left
It's a long way, but I'll be here again real soon
Do I really care, you weren't even there
I just sang and stared and wondered
What's it really take? What'd we even make?
Enough to drive ourselves back home
A light pole every hundred feet
It blinds my eyes, but lights the street
Me I'm trying to get home
I've done the drive enough to know
That I could get there in my sleep
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7. |
Not for You Anymore
03:18
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Used to think that you'd be blown away
By an idea that I would pen
And I was paralyzed by fear
But no one cares and no one hears
It's not for you anymore
It's not for you anymore
And it never will be again
Used to think I could impress and change your ways
Instead I learned to change my mind
'Cause I won't write your song
And I won't sing along
It's not for you anymore
It's not for you anymore
And it never will be again
No it never will
And all your noise gives me a headache
Your complaining makes me ill
So I don't care if you don't care
And probably never will
It sounds cliche, but still I'll say
I've got all I could ever need
Playing loud and hard, until my fingers bleed
You're played out, without a doubt
It makes me shout
It's not for you anymore
It's not for you anymore
And it never will be again
No it never will be again
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8. |
Well Deserved
03:35
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I'm really not a wealth of information
Basically just make it up as I go
'Cause everyone is tuned to different stations
But everyone still wants to enjoy the show
Always try to smile
And keep ahead of the curve
'Cause one day after a while
You'll get what you deserve
And on your way you're bound to meet some trouble
People that don't like the cards they took
Just keep walking until they're far behind you
Some people just aren't worth a second look
But always try to smile
And keep ahead of the curve
And don't you care about them
They'll get what they deserve
I really wish there was more that I could offer
All said and done, I really don't know much
But what's to know? Yeah what's there to figure out?
Some common sense is usually enough
And always try to smile
And keep ahead of the curve
'Cause one day after a while
You'll get what you deserve
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9. |
Tough Sell
04:22
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It's a little uneasy
When you know you're attacking from all sides
And you still don't move
It's a little uneasy
When you're never sure what you decide
Is the best for you
Laugh to hear me say
Has it ever been another way?
Feels like swinging blindly
But you say that you'll find me
But I know I'm a tough sell
When I'm battered and bruising
I can't help my confusing faith and doubt
Out of my mind
'Cause all the time that we're losing
Though there's not enough hours to figure you out
You're one of a kind
Laugh to hear me say
Has it ever been another way?
Feels like swinging blindly
But you say that you'll find me
But I know I'm a tough sell
Waiting for my second wind
At any point it might kick in
Brooks - Piano, guitar, Hammond organ, lead vox, backing vox, handclaps
Alex - Drums
Pez - Bass, tambourine, handclaps
Produced by Jon Taft at New Alliance
Additional recording by Jon Taft at Hi-N-Dry
Additional recording by Brooks & Pez at home
Mixed by Jon Taft
Mastered by Nick Zampiello and Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East
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10. |
Silent Wayne
02:51
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What if this is all there is?
Have we ever really been friends?
Or do we just like to play pretend
I hope you get what you want
How does it feel when you get what you want?
Got what you want, you don't know if you want it,
It's not what you want
you should know
How does it feel when you get what you want?
Got what you want, you don't know if you want it
It's not what you want
It's just for show
Nothing I can do
Or even say to you
To give you what you wanted
Some things are better left unsaid
Some problems just can't be fixed
Some people are broken
Some people are too afraid to live
Some people die that way
How does it feel when you get what you want?
Got what you want, you don't know if you want it,
It's not what you want
you should know
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11. |
Sounds the Same
02:46
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Maybe it's just me, or is anybody with me
In thinking that the muse has gone away for good?
'Cause I don't concentrate, and I don't keep my focus
But based on what I've heard, I don't know why I should
More and more it seems like everyone is eagerly
Trying to tune in, and I'm just tuning out
It used to make me think about what I might be missing
But based on what I've heard, I don't care to find out
All gone, there's nothing new to me
It all sounds the same
I run in circles, never knowing who to blame
Everything I ask is coming back unanswered
I don't know where to look, I don't know where to go
But more and more it seems it can't be that important
'Cause based on what I've heard, I don't really want to know
All gone, there's nothing new to me
It all sounds the same
I run in circles, never knowing who to blame
And it's been a while
We've been lost for miles and miles, I lose track
Just wake me up when we arrive
All gone, there's nothing new to me
It all sounds the same
I run in circles, never knowing who to blame
And I love you for you, and you've never done me wrong
Who'd have thought that lost beyond all hope's where we belong
I know we'll survive
Just wake me up when we arrive
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12. |
Two Weeks Notice
04:55
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Thank God for the times you see reason
And you're able to find the door
'Cause not every goal needs retrieving
And I can't give much more
Not every exit is somber
Sometimes it's still for the best
'Cause honestly I can't remember
The last time I wasn't a mess
We'll always have things to look back on
And remember the times we had
But I'll tell you right now I'm leaving
Tell you right now I'm glad
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Hey Now, Morris Fader Worcester, Massachusetts
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