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Afterlife and Times
02:11
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If we’re all gonna die, why do I waste my time just punching a clock
Why do I run around just so you can get rich
If we’re all gonna die why wouldn’t I just go to the mall
Ride my bike on the carpet and steal a new Switch
Since I’m not doing that, then I guess I’m gonna live forever
And I’ll punch myself in the head for eternity so I can look busy
If we’re all gonna die, that’s probably why they smile and say
That I ought to be saved and I should say thanks
But I got to know christ pretty well, we were tight for half of my life
He’s alright but the church could use some new saints
I don’t want to go to heaven if it’s filled with republicans
So I hope the rapture’s soon, we could use the room
I didn’t worry about where I was before I was born
Why would I worry about where I go when I die
Why would I worry about where I go when I die
I think we’re all gonna die, all it takes is a straight white male with a gun
A bully with a badge, a couple good old boys
Since we’re all gonna die, why do I waste my time just singing a song
If I don’t bother to audition for The Voice
I’m not dying alone if I have all of my facebook friends
And I hope the wi-fi’s good in my casket
Because I‘d hate to spend the afterlife without internet
I don’t wanna go underground if my phone is dead
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2. |
Phoning It In
02:36
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If I never gave a fig would I be here right now
Do you think I hung around because I’m bored
Well no matter what I say I couldn’t convince everyone
No matter what
There’s no difference anyway, nothing is so serious
That I would walk away
No, I’m right here
I could leave
But I’ll always be on the line
Oh yeah, don’t look now
What’s that sound
Haters hollering behind my back
Someone’ll say that I’m phoning it in
Someone’ll say that I’m phoning it in anyway
What do you say, am I phoning it in
What do you say, am I phoning it in or too vague
Well, tell me what
Tell me why
I can’t read between every line
Oh yeah, don’t think twice
Speak your mind
I can take it I’m 29
What do you say…
Whatever you say, I’m not phoning it in
Whatever you say, I’m not phony, no I’m not the fake
Wherever I’ve been, they’ll say it again
Whatever you say, I’m not phoning it in, I’m okay
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3. |
Like Me
02:12
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Everyday I’m taking pictures of my face
Look, five new filters
I could go anywhere on the grid
I could know anything that happened
Oh yeah, get jealous, move to my city, get into cocktails
Anyway, imagine all the people living like me
Did you go to Sunday’s protest
I heard there were like twenty food trucks
I got brunch and played with my food
Then I binged like two seasons of Friends
Oh yeah, hashtag blessed, woke is me, thoughts and prayers
Anyway, imagine all the people living like me
Everyday, imagine all the people living like me
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4. |
The Fun Percent
02:26
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I go out every night with Chad and Greg from sales
We take an Uber from the newest luxury loft
We pass some neighborhoods within a third world war
We look away, crank Passion Pit, and lock the door
It’s their fault
they should be more diligent
Like I was
Born into the fun percent
All my friends are gold, all my fears are sold
I got some passes to Coachella from my dad
I’ll take a week off and I’ll go with Greg and Chad
The sun is shining on my twelve dollar light beer
Post photos every hour just to prove I’m here
It’s my world
And anyone who lives in it
Is either
A threat or just unfortunate
All my friends are gold, all my fears are sold
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5. |
Other Side
03:03
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To flee those tricks, to make you feel something
Beyond the screen of empathy we ran
Until the footlights burned our shoelaces
Subtitle every feeling
One day the classics will be listening
After enough time spend rewinding them
Within the first frames are the last lines
Subtitle every memory
Remember to scream if uncredited
Other side
Miles wide
Nothing hides
Nothing but light on the
Other side
Miles wide
Nothing hides
Now phased out by the speed of modern code
Behind the green screen and its endless road
We burned the plans to build the unread ode
Subtext and deeper meaning
Erased by pressure from the studio
Delinquent scene is left to rest or roam
The latest second draft will drag it home
Subtext and closer reading
To read it we leave it unedited
Other side
Miles wide
Nothing hides
Nothing but light on the
Other side
Miles wide
Nothing hides
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6. |
Razor Blade
01:58
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Nice guy shoulders in like one more white knight
Filled with empty ideas, clueless
No connection, all projection
Raise the candlestick, take him down
Landlord barges in like one more old dog
Foaming, money-hungry, horny
No compassion, all reaction
Take the razor blade, cut him up
Cut him up
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7. |
Hour of Need
03:40
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I didn’t like the city, I didn’t like the beach
I found the woods behind the road in my hour of need
I just wanted to lie there, I had no other plan
But someone saw and dropped a trail of food from their hand
Out of desperation, I followed every crumb
Soon my paws had led me to a yard in the sun
And then a den of blankets under your back porch
The moon was waxing, I didn’t feel alone anymore
After a little hour of labor I was sleeping with my pups
You took us in
When I sleep by the window I look out at the woods
I hear the leaves, smell the sea
And see the skyline far beyond the green canopy
Hear the leaves
Smell the sea
See the skyline far beyond the green canopy
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8. |
The Garden
04:03
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I doubt the jerks are going anywhere
It’s not enough that all your friends pretend to care
And I don’t think that anything would change
Just because your cousin has something to say
On my way to work I pass the mob and go berserk
Hold my good foot out, one by one the signs go down
Speech is free, but that don’t mean we are free from consequence
If they’re gonna line the sidewalks and threaten the innocent with lies
Then they’re gonna hear a crowd of voices rise
They’re never giving up what they’re guarding, their hearts are so hardened
They’re never gonna get to the garden, back to the garden
A fable always sugarcoats a lie
They’ll tell you that they wouldn’t hurt a butterfly
And claim to act on someone else’s love
Without any of their own they play police and judge
When I was a boy, I was told the greatest joy
Was to join the feast of the lord with all his sheep
A dream was dreamed into a theology by a lonely man
Who feels that he’s so entitled, and he’s building a wall
And firing out at anyone who doesn’t bow
He’s never giving up what he’s guarding, his heart is so hardened
He’s never gonna get to the garden, back to the garden
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9. |
Long Time
02:11
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Some ruins remember, some ruins remind
You’ll ruin what you find if you hold it in, if you let it sink
Your heart and body are alive for one time, there’s no time to hide
Hope that for a long time you feel like your own
Hope that for a long time you feel right
We’d sit by the fountain, midnight balcony, timeless apricot tree
Because it was you, because it was me
We were singing in the street, a rented room for restless feet
When I think of you I see a statue in an ancient lake
Hope that for a long time you feel like your own
Hope that for a long time you feel right
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10. |
Your Time
03:00
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Did you know it was your time, or is there no alarm or sign
Did you know when you woke up, a symbol in your coffee cup
I can’t say I’m without regrets
I can’t say I couldn’t care less
I can’t say there’s no part of me wants to know about it now
I can’t say I haven’t laid awake dreading the spiral down
Would you say don’t give it a thought
Would you say there’s nothing to think when you’re gone
You’re just gone
Did you know, Did you know
it was your time, it was your time
Did you know, Did you know
it was your time, it was your time
Did you know
Did you know that time was slim, a single page with no meaning
Did you know before the end that this is just the beginning
I can’t say I’ve been that busy
I can’t say I could just believe anything that I want
Did you know, Did you know
it was your time, it was your time
Did you know, Did you know
it was your time, it was your time
Did you know
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