1. |
Coastline
03:26
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Stand your ground, fight all night
Bring this down, make that change
Travel Back, change and fall
Pining for, teenage rage
The guns sing pow pow pow, along this silent night
Now gonna bring this down, now gonna make that change
They say we’re not dead yet, that’s what that feelin’s for
Another sign of a city asunder
All along the coastline, see a sign of a city gone under
All inside the brainstem, see a sign of a people decayed
‘Neath the superficial path me made
There’s a spirit where the heart still reigns
You can feel it deep under my skin
It’s the moment where this all begins
All along the coastline, see a sign of a city gone under
All inside the brainstem, see a sign of a people decayed
In between the moments that we wait
There’s a feelin fleetin you can’t see
I won’t make it back before too late
I travel over the coast for sanity’s sake
c’est moi x16
If you take a listen to yourself
You can still believe in all you love
Tear the mask off all your silent rage
Emancipate the spirit from the cage
All along the coastline, see a sign of a city gone under
All inside the brainstem, see a sign of a people decayed
Final call, start again, crumpled papers all around my bed
I got these fighting words, on my tongue, I’m not dead, you’re not to dig my grave
I gotta get it right this time ‘fore we’re gone
Fight all night, dream all day, drown out sound, cut out the frequency
On that city train, subway tracks, cry out loud to bring the static back
I gotta get it right this time before we’re gone, got a long, long way home, see you when I see you, gotta go before the death of us all
Come down, come down, come down
I’m gonna get it right x8
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2. |
Kids and Queens
03:30
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Kids!
Cold blooded kids into the sound, I’ll curse all winters
Bodies can’t move to the beat
Can’t see your breath among the dead leaves crushed under boot
We sang it into the streets
Kids, we believe in a lost world
Queens, we don’t even care
Hey, you’re the king so in other words
I can’t seem to make you care
Might as well just leave it alone, yeah yeah yeah
And when you try to sing yourself, September morning
Hard winds can drown out your sound
No conversations over coffee, breakfast table
Fuck all, I’m letting you down, forgive me
Kids, we believe in a lost world
Queens, we don’t even care
Hey, you’re the king so in other words
I can’t seem to make you care
Might as well just leave it alone, yeah yeah yeah
Strange old world is still these scene
Stranger still is all this rage when you’re off on your own
I can’t feel nothing, while we sit and stare
You’re not the king of another world
All I can sing can’t make you care
Or make you stare x6
Let the city go, turn the lights down low, anyway…
Kids, queens, you’re not the king and the queen of nothing
Kids, queens, you’re not the king and the queen no more
Kids, queens, you’re not the king and the queen of nothing
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3. |
Cordelia
04:08
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The last monarch of the modern world, silenced by fame
A tragic maiden, this Cordelia, can’t speak his name, and we’re still
Standing on the edge of it, trying to find the light on the day
Said it all x 3
But now I’m stranded out of love and divided ‘tween the dark and the grey
Said it all x 3
Divided love within Cordelia, can’t make a sound
We improvise in isolated ways
Pray sing that pitch of the wayward song
The past was pining for the present day, now can’t go home
The road to nowhere, wanna abdicate
Walk down from thrones, I’m the All-One
Standing on the edge of it, trying to find the light on the day
Said it all x 3
But now I’m stranded out of love and divided ‘tween the dark and the grey
Said it all x 3
Just standing ‘tween the separate times, can’t make this sentiment stay
Said it all x 3
I can’t believe the answers, I don’t accept the questions at all these days
Said it all x 3
And when we try to match these heartbeats, syncopate these dead streets, cast on your own
Syncing up, out of time
Out of space, out of time
Can’t sing no more, we’ll just take a long holiday
Dance in the sun until the dark
Chanter les mots of Cordelia
Standing on the edge of it, trying to find the light on the day
Said it all x 3
But now I’m stranded out of love and divided ‘tween the dark and the grey
Said it all x 3
Out standing ‘tween the separate times, can’t make this sentiment stay
Said it all x 3
I can’t accept the answers, I won’t accept that I’m in the same strange place
Said it all x 3
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4. |
2050
05:20
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Rain...
Home!
6:46 in the morning, 747 in the sky
There’s no riot going down along Broadway, as the innocent pass you by, home
Stay below the city lights x 8
5:45 in the PM, kid with stratocaster on the train
Well there’s no light at the end of his work-a-day
Cuz the war’s not over, no the war’s not over
He’s not gonna play
With his trademark strumming, yeah we all keep running and eternal race
With no skin nor stones nor security of bones just to break my fall
No we’ll never stop the rain and we’ll never smash the state but
One day, we’ll go to sleep before sunrise
Dark moon, no view of the skyline
One chance, warm place
Take flight within a dark room, no view of the city lights
Stay below the city lights x 8
And just come out, come out, show them, draining the blood, it won’t come out
The last hoorah, nobody picks up the paper anymore, it says,
We’re at war with the tide
She comes in, breaks the levees, floods the town, what can you do
Strums his guitar like a martyr, not a soul will listen to his words
Are we not plunging towards the water?
Now he’s screaming no more, man, he’s nero with that fiddle
He’s not gonna play
With his trademark strumming, yeah we all keep running and eternal race
With no skin nor stones nor security of bones just to break my fall
No we’ll never stop the rain and we’ll never smash the state but
One day, we’ll go to sleep before sunrise
Dark moon, no view of the skyline
One chance, warm place
Take flight within a dark room, no view of the city lights
Stay below the city lights x 8
And just come out, come out, show them, draining the blood, it won’t come out
Nice new home for all the city rats and millionaires and bureaucrats
You’re welcome, for how we all fucked off
I turn my radio up loud
Tried to take some modest incremental steps but as we talked the land got wet
I’m sorry for how we all fucked off
I turn my radio up, but there’s no rock n’ roll left, just static haze
It’s time
Rain
And now it’s gonna rain
But the train’s not coming and we all keep running this eternal race
With no skin nor stones nor security of bones just to break my fall
No we’ll never stop the rain and we’ll never smash the state but
One day, we’ll go to sleep before sunrise
Dark moon, no view of the skyline
One chance, warm place
Take flight within a dark room, no view of the city lights
Stay below the city lights x 8
And just come out, come out, show them, dragging the lake it won’t, draining the blood, it won’t come out
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5. |
Noreaster
04:39
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Gimme everything I need kid
I’m gonna need a lot of self-reassurance for the next 5 years
Gimme better space to breathe kid
Last time we’re leaving behind all these walls that left us clostrophobic
Just made it off the floor
From my corner where the walls met the pavement after high crimes
Unfreedom made, not born
Perdition is a train that diverts off the tracks
Angel
Don’t let me hear the music, it would only remind me of what it was like on the other side
If I could only prove it, we could sail in the dark black tide ‘stead of being on two other sides
No restart, no rest, noreaster x 2
I was waiting for your call
Telephone within my reach, now
A desperation for a friend who could mend my shattered ego
Just tell me lies some more
Cuz you can’t leave me behind, your walls provide me santuary
Doesn’t matter what I said
Got a need for a voice to relieve me of a hard choice
Doesn’t matter if I beg
Contrition is a flight with no radio contact
Angel
Don’t let me hear the music, it would only remind me of what it was like on the other side
If I could only prove it, we could sail in the dark black tide ‘stead of being on two other sides
No restart, no rest, noreaster x 2
Don’t let me hear the music, it would only remind me of what it was like on the other side
If I could only prove it, we could sail in the dark black tide ‘stead of being on two other sides
Fought your last fight in a life so long
It’s the same composition, just a different song
What a shame that a lie like love has gone two ways
Gone two ways x 4
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6. |
Harry O'Donnell
03:30
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Don’t haunt my dreams tonight
Ghost, I’m the guilty one
4:48 AM
Half an hour til it’s dawn
Might as well just stand up and
Scare the pigeons off the lawn
Walk to the bus again
Be gone be gone, please ghost be gone
Cuz your shadow is cast so wide
I gotta get outta here, running out of time
And we can drive on, the night’s so long
A nostalgic refrain of a hard swan song
And no fire works to spark that flame
We’re gonna drown in the water when coasts fight tides
While I sit on my bed and wait
Another fine attitude, a selective rage
Welcome home to your house dear
Feed the cat and crack a beer
Resident ontologist
Just sitting upright in my easy chair
Your teenage kids got old
The grass could use a mow
Steal the gargoyles off your lawn
Be gone be gone, please ghost be gone
Cuz your shadow is cast so wide
I gotta get outta here, running out of time
And we can drive on, the night’s so long
A nostalgic refrain of a hard swan song
And no fire works to spark that flame
We’re gonna drown in the water when coasts fight tides
While I sit on my bed and wait
Another fine attitude, a selective rage
Cuz your shadow is cast so wide
I gotta get outta here, running out of time
And we can drive on, the night’s so long
A nostalgic refrain of a hard swan song
And no fire works to spark that flame
We’re gonna drown in the water when coasts fight tides, singing
Ghost be, ghost be, ghost be gone
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7. |
Chicago Lights
03:55
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Get on, get out x 4
Get in the van!
Well we were just 17, punk kids with a daydream in sight
We found a group, they liked our style
Out of the burbs, big city with the lights
Go!
Well it’s all on the line, it’s our life, it our time
Because nothing matters when you’re young
(I want no more)
And we’re last on the bill, and the band is dressed to kill
And the crowd is shouting “rebel yell”
(Chicago lights)
Blame it on the backbeat x3, more
Blame it on the backbeat x3, more
Well we were just 21, stranded in the strangest cities, California sun
We lost our nerve, 3,000 miles from our hometown
Big city don’t feel right
No!
Not we’re lost in a van, and I don’t know what’s the plan, now we’re sleeping on a punk house floor
(I want no more)
And I can’t find a meal and I’m starting now to feel like we’re just another band on tour
(Chicago lights)
Blame it on the backbeat x3, more
Get in the van!
Though these days drag on long and hazy
Things we did, they still amaze me now
And no matter what happens now, they can’t take that away x 4
Well it’s all on the line, it’s our life, it our time
Because nothing matters when you’re young
(I want no more)
And we’re last on the bill, and the band is dressed to kill
And the crowd is shouting “rebel yell”
(Chicago lights)
Blame it on the backbeat x3, more
Blame it on the backbeat x3, more
Chicago lights
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8. |
The Way We Live Now
04:53
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My brain is achin’, my lips all dry
All the wine we’re taking, evicted Saturday night, be gone by Saturday night
And there’s no sympathy for my plight
I wasn’t born to run, I wasn’t born to run, no no
No possibility for my love
Because we’re already dead, yeah we’re already dead
Because we’re wasted, wasted, out from the backyard to the basement, basement
And I don’t want your sympathy, could use a little empathy
With all these cigarettes they’re blazing, blazing, don’t know how these kids even breathing, breathing
Used to retain my sanity, used to avoid the
One who sees right through your bullshit, one who sees right through my tired eyes
My patience waning, all’s not alright
Guess we’ll just fake it and stay in Saturday night, just like we do every night
And there’s no sympathy for my plight
I wasn’t born to run, I wasn’t born to run, no no
Never get that fortitude for my love
Because we’re already dead, start the cycle again
Because we’re wasted, wasted, out from the backyard to the basement, basement
And I don’t want your sympathy, could use a little empathy
(And at 21 at the porno store, it’s the only home you know, you curse the one who needs you)
Up the banister from basement, pavement
The kitchen clock is ticking straining, screaming
Used to retain my sanity, used to avoid the
One who sees right through your bullshit, one who sees right through your costume, one who sees right through to the other side
I can’t help thinking now about the love we lost
The final price we paid and every other costs
I thought I met the one, I never felt so dead
Was it the circumstance or was it in my head?
It’s just the way we live, it wasn’t in our hands
We did the best we could, but we could never stand
Cuz we could never do what your family did
A generation gap and broken promises
So after 7 years, no longer born to run
We’re stranded on our backs, cuz there’s no romance left
From your credit rating to your payday loans
Your peasant wage, your fucked up homes
But baby we’re alright, I promise we’re ok
This ain’t no epitaph, this ain’t no early grave
I’m trying not to think like a pessimist
I’m just a lonely kid, on my own soapbox
But I’m American, and I was guaranteed
Pursuit of happiness, life and liberty
And while I can’t help blame this on the outside world
I’m hoping you don’t think that this is all my fault
Cuz I can be that man x 8
(It’s the way we live now)
And this will never change x 8
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9. |
Star
05:08
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Goddamn you and the country and the war
Yeah you make a little money just to make a little more
You spend all of that money from your ill-begotten gains
What’s the point of all this bleeding when it’s flowing through your veins
Goddamn your lies said the son unto the man
There’s no God and there’s no heaven, just some water and some land
Take solace in the struggle for someone that you can mourn
You’re too close for coexistence, yet to far away to warn
I ‘spose that star will burn out any minute
Can’t stand my ground when all we do is fret it
I waste my time on all these questions, you know
I can’t hold on, instead I’m setting it go
Rotting out, on the sea
God bless you, said to the father to the son
Lots of luck with all that nihilism, can’t be that much fun
When stepping to the gates and Saint Peter calls your name
All you’ve got is your excuses for your lack of faith in anything
I can’t break bread with a man who doesn’t mourn
‘Stead of siding with humanity, he claims to be reborn
Said the son unto the man, as he’s walking out the door
You did a fine job taking me to church
So critical
And she knows that, I know that
She writes fiction to her friends
And everybody saw it coming
Too vacant to realize
There is nothing we can do
Or say to make it evident
I can’t hold on
We can’t hold on
I ‘spose that star will burn out any minute
Can’t stand my ground when all we do is fret it
I waste my time on all these questions, you know
I can’t hold on, instead I’m setting it go
I ‘spose I’d walk out to the city limits
Your ghost still haunts me but I won’t admit it
We won’t escape til your star burns away
I ‘spose I could get over this
Extend my fingers from fists and climb
Rotting out
The chill of an idiot wind blows all night when it’s winter time
Rotting out
Say you got diseases, but ain’t no type of medicine
Body’s in distress from the heart into the head
No confession for your sins, there’s not reason for your penitence
We stand outside the church while the grievance is nailed to the wall
Burn it out.
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