1. |
Ground
03:32
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What a messy game, I have to win
When radiation outside of the air kicks in
I won’t know what to say
But it goes on
Now my roots are digging down in all
the bedrock bending over, until the stems fall
And I won’t know what to say
And it goes on
Something's coming out of the ground
And I won’t know what to say
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2. |
Even Though
02:50
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Even though the seed was planted years ago,
There’s nothing coming
Out of the dirt, only dust and ash
And even though the scorched earth was the product of its exploitation,
Castrated by gods all snorting cash
The people are still feeding from the trash
Even though I’m feeling good, oh yeah, I’m feeling like
One of the divine that moan and whine when their seeds get scarred
I’m just sitting like good American boy
Feeding on my medicine,
My plastic fifty stars,
Even though the ground is getting hard
Every atmosphere is fake
Every mark we made’s erased
Now I see inside our gate
There’s nothing there
Even though the garden’s the pure
My sympathies lie with the resource
That is hiding underneath it all
Even though accumulation
Means it’s receding at a steady pace
The race to collect it is starting now
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3. |
Wasteland
03:11
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I see the man who’s dripping poison from his hand
And drinking his medicine through a plastic straw
And as I turn to wave to him, he shows his face
That’s melting off just like it’s ice starting to thaw
I’m sweating as I try to mop him up
And keep him inside a plastic cup
If that’s what he wants...
What a mess what a mess what a mess you left behind
What a mess what a mess what a mess you left behind
I drove until the road in front of me was sand
The rubber band that held it all together snapped
I hit the brakes, but by that time, it was too late
The car dissolved into the united wasteland
The bond that kept my head intact unglued
As I vomited red, white, and blue
It’s all I can do
What a mess what a mess what a mess you left behind
What a mess what a mess what a mess you left behind
Something in you
ricocheted
what you played
On your saint's
holiday
to nothing
What a mess you left behind
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4. |
Good Sheep
03:05
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Yeah, there goes the girl
who’s stuck inside her phone
She thinks her friends are listening, but no,
there’s no one home
Yeah, there goes the boy
who thinks he’s so upset
He cries for the attention cause it’s
All that he can get,
So it goes on and on
And on and on and on and on and...
Yeah, there goes the fly
I squeezed like it’s a grape
It feels good to hear it pop, I like to
hear the juice escape
Yeah there goes the squirrel
It fell out of the tree
The fruit that it was eating was borne of a rotten seed
And it goes on and on and on and on
Someone is inside my head
My God, she isn't dead, she’s only sleeping but I want her to be
Conscious, like a baby owl
Like the sheep I’m slaughtering inside a paper towel, I see her
Guts expand, they’re everywhere
I smell it in her hair, she is God, but she is nothing more, and
“Baby,” is what she says to me
“If you do this for me, then I’ll never see anyone else again"
Yeah I see the man
with wool made out of clay
He talk talk talk talk talk talk talks his boring life away
His conversation blows
And he don’t wear no clothes
He strokes his ego like his manhood as far as his hand goes
And it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on
"Kill him! Kill him now” she moans
“make him scream out loud and make him love it like you love me, baby”
I bring the knife down like a cop
As I do, I smell her cum and beg him not to stop
But our alter is sinking like a brick
Our garden’s flopping down like it’s an American prick, and then she
Asks me, “Can you see that we have won?"
The clouds above are thinning out, and all I hear her say is “it is done”
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5. |
The Problem, Part 1
01:29
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It’s a starry night with all the fighting
Stifled til the sun reveals its light
The is grass is still cold
And deprived of life
And I go off to bed with all you said
Still swirling around my delirious head
Until all my thoughts decide to stop dead
In that atmosphere where you were here
When you had time to bribe the auctioneer
When I was with you, and we were everything
As I walk inside this empty night
with sillouhettes of houses hid from sight
I blend in with these, in with nothing
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6. |
In The Garden
02:21
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Our garden was an idea
A concept so real, we called it freedom
Where everything, everything, could be ours
Then our garden came alive
The seeds that I planted in her eyes
were growing now, growing now, they were mine
In our garden, you were scared
You knew we could be anywhere
So you left, so you left, and it rotted
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7. |
What A Shame
02:22
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What a shame, to lose at your own game
A desperate plea for sympathy got drowned by your own name
Still, everyone you know forgets you when you go
I suppose, well there the band-aid goes
Saliva plus adhesive makes the wound you lick exposed
Now everybody knows, you’re scared of your shadow
I was bored and I was such a whore
I didn’t have the decency or money to feel poor
Now everywhere I go, my seed will have to grow
What a shame, to siphon off your blame
A self-assault when your at fault, with not much for to claim
Now everywhere you go, there’s something more to grow
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8. |
Shadow
03:48
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In the shadow of the dusk set on the grass
The footprints of my shoes are now reshaping, moving fast
Back into a form that’s more original
A business less as usual
As usually declaring bankruptcy
But I get by just fine as you can see
Coming down, coming down, waiting around
Until you get an apology from me
Something’s off with you, I see it in your eyes
The way can’t focus on anything, the way you try
To be accepting of complacency, throwing forgiveness aimlessly
Adding grey to the overcast sky
Sometimes, I think I’m the reason why
Coming down, coming down, like an arrow
That points down into my skin, to what’s inside
If you cannot tell me honestly what you’re thinking, then I won’t know
I can’t bring myself to self-defend
Coming down, coming down, coming around
To a sense of what I cannot comprehend
What a shame to feel like anybody else
Whose decency means sympathy means just a joke you’d tell, like they’re just
Words whose meaning verge on nothing,
Yet shadow common sense as well
It’s all the same to me which side’s your end
But I can’t do this much longer, my friend
Coming down, coming down, it’s a breeding ground
For the self-righteous and self-conscious the same
But once again, what’s good was once a shame
Once this becomes usual, it becomes a game
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9. |
Accumulation
03:18
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I am a child caught in a tourist trap
Guided by the advertising agent pitching me the map
I’m a design of an antecedent century
Some baby boomer’s fantasy they saw on a screen
I am the poison in the atmosphere
I'll die before I need to care, 'cause nothing can affect me here
I’m the appearance of my own happiness
the social fabric of this mess is stitched, torn, and repaired
I can see him now
I don’t mistake my oversights for failures
But you stood up so quickly that your blood rushed up, your skull got thick
And you took four steps toward toward the door to slip away
But all your systems failed you, and you passed out here instead
And I said “who will clean this up?"
I am the room the you stuff all the things you don’t need
I’m overfilled and pouring out, so you close the door and leave
But some day soon, you’ll forget the problem’s there
You’ll open up the door, and everything will tip over
And you’ll say "what a mess, what a mess, what a mess he left behind"
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10. |
The Problem, Part 2
01:20
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It’s a game we play to feel okay
a self-assurance mechanism way
beyond our control
beyond what we say
As I'm blending in
to my own skin
I wonder what this ending will begin
If anything
Could run so thin
In my future, I am satisfied
With complacency, misidentified
As starting again
As moving away
But in the shadow of a garden we
were running with the idea of “happy"
We tried to fix
Problems we didn’t have
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11. |
Relativity
03:01
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Work myself off the shelf
On the table, if I fall
One the line, second time
Faith in someone who won’t call
Had a friend, had to end
Had to go far away
Half a drink, made me think
Better now than yesterday
But it’s what I equal now
And it’s all I think about
And it’s where I never meant to stay
Not Today
I’m a ghost, naive host
Of a virus that won’t ever
Die again for my friend
Have him burn now if I won’t
And it’s what I equal now
And it’s all I think about
And it’s where I never meant to stay
Not Today
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12. |
Facts
03:53
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I’m not the one
to end your hibernation
I’m not the one
to make you feel new
thinking gets rough
when i think too much
but that’s something I’m used to
I’m not the one
to storm any castles
I’m not the one
to sign any pacts
though the ink drips,
the paper’s eclipsed
by recognition of facts
I’m not the one
to utter any secrets
I’m not the one
to open up to you
Something inside
in my gut’s amplified
and feels like you probably feel it too
Something went wrong, something inside’s
gone upside down
Something was strong, but something
Got pulled from the ground
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13. |
Freedom (Outro)
01:57
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I had a memory that passed
I was rolling in the grass
I could feel the dust attach itself to me
As I jogged up my memory
Losing my grip on that dream
I could feel that retention disappearing
That’s the problem with our conscious mind
We only see through our own eyes
As we see enough, we forget everything
now a mess now a mess now a mess has become me
what a mess I have to clean
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Jason McCue Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Jason is an alternative folk musician
“He had filled up the entirety of the Sky Church with a
banquet of characters and emotions and, I believe, the soft buzz that emanates from a group of people trying to hold onto a moment.” - Seattle Weekly
His intricate finger-picking and soaring hypnotizing vocals were undeniable, reverberating throughout the hushed room.” - KEXP Blog
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