1.Bend To Squares
Gravitated towards a taste
For foreign films and modern plays
But that machine could only
Bend to squares five to six times
Before your fingers came unwired
Weights down so that you could move forwards
Forwards
So you could move forwards
Forwards
Pinch to snub that restless nerve
And knock the wind from one last urge
With two fingers in a rock glass
Time passed and that was that
Quite a slip, a loosened grasp
Weights down so that you could move forwards
Forwards
So you could move forwards
Forwards
What a way to cut lengthwise
What a way to cut lengthwise
What a way to cut lengthwise
What a way to cut lengthwise
2.President of What
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what I take for granted
And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn
And wheels would roll away
Something's got to break you down
Something's got to break you down
Entered the scene, I'm told, on, I think it was Monday
You drove straight through and mined
that quarry for all it could bleed until dry
I took a little more until I got taken for granted
Because beautiful boys gave chase
And when they arch your backbone
It's such a dreadful sight
Something's got to break you down
Something's got to break you down
And I'll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
Because nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control
And I'll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
Because nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control
I saw the scene unfold
I saw the scene unfold
I saw the scene unfold
I saw the scene unfold
3.Champagne From A Paper Cup
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my mouth kept shut under lock and key
That's rusted firm, no lie
Because all these conversations wind
On and on
On and on
On and on
Drinking champagne from a paper cup
Is never quite the same
And every sip's moving through my eyes
And up into my brain
At half past two, about time to leave
Because the DJ's playing rhythm and blues
Sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin grooves
As I'm waiting around for you
Think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my mouth kept shut under lock and key
That's rusted firm, no lie
Because all these conversations wind
On and on
On and on
On and on
4.Your Bruise
It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you're so farsighted that you can't place trust
In what or who you recognize
We sped the Plymouth across the banks of the Mississippi River
Mary Timony was smaller than a superball
Chitter-chatter, all these secrets started giving me the shivers
Plain and simply broken down near Olympia
I think your bruise was understated
Because you can't feel this anymore
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
That you can't feel this anymore
I think your bruise was understated
Because you can't feel this anymore
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
That you can't feel this anymore
I think your bruise was understated
Because you can't feel this anymore
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
That you can't feel this anymore
5.Pictures In An Exhibition
I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn
I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream
And all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles
They had the worst intentions all along after all
The royal castle holds the mellow drama kings and queens
And all their dazzling children, they're so regal, so clean
With pristine fingertips, they wash behind their ears
Then let their hair down until the audiences leave
I'm definitely shaking
The silence isn't breaking
Backwashed and stranded memories
Of something I thought could be
I'm definitely shaking
The silence isn't breaking
Backwashed and stranded memories
Of something I thought could be
I'm definitely shaking
I'm definitely shaking
I'm definitely shaking
I'm definitely shaking
6.Sleep Spent
I can't expel the truth
It's much more than I thought I could do
And with time, my worth will stain
And split your heart from my name
So drive away your mouth from my ears
And waste a day so I can think clearly
And what's left to wait for here
As my hands sleep, spent this last year
Choking the bottle's neck
That pulled you from my bed
So drive away your mouth from my ears
And waste a day so I can think clearly
Drive away your mouth from my ears
And waste a day so I can think clearly
7.The Face That Launched 1000 Shits
And I'm standing up in my practice room
I'm all alone
Speakers almost blown
On my new Gibson amp
Oh, what the hell
Things are not so different in my vocal master
You're the face that launched one thousand shits
Greeks and Trojans and the thousand shits
The shits lining the shores of Asia Minor
Lining all the shores of Asia Minor
You can tell that I'm not a minor in Asia no more
I'm standing up
This is the face that launched a thousand shits
I'm standing up
This is the face that launched one thousand shits
This is the face that shot
Who never have replaced
Splitting up his kingdom into three separate parts
For his sons and their three separate hearts
8.Amputations
And if it was just how you wanted
You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem
And changing your image and attitudes
Won't bring him back into your bedroom
Amputating as he's waiting
Amputating
He's unresponsive because you're irresponsible
Little swinger, your bottle is thinking too much
Because you're aiming to please way off target
And I'll tell you what you must already know
Of amputating that too slow
Amputating as he's waiting
Amputating
He's unresponsive because you're irresponsible
Amputating as he's waiting
Amputating
He's unresponsive because you're irresponsible
Amputating as he's waiting
Amputating
He's unresponsive because you're irresponsible
9.Fake Frowns
Bent at the knees, a last resort
Backfired and made things worse
Once on the bus, it was quite possible
You'd be the jailhouse queen
Jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end right now
I can't drive straight
Counting your fake frowns
Focusing in, details a must
Trying to make each one count
All on your fingers stopping at ten
Magistrate keyed in now
Jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end right now
I can't drive straight
Counting your fake frowns
I can't drive straight
Counting your fake frowns
We can't keep your interest now
Increasing pixels and sound
We can't keep your interest now
Increasing pixels and sound
Jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end now
10.Line of Best Fit
These things take my time and energies
Don't stand too close without apologies
Cutthroat, cut out candid glimpses
And wind me up, I'm ready
Can't escape this line of best fit
Can't escape this line of best fit
These things take my time end energies
Don't stand too close without apologies
I remember being inside something more than you
Can't escape this line of best fit
Can't escape this line of best fit
Can't escape this line of best fit
Can't escape this line of best fit
I remember being inside something more than you
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