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Go Big Or Go Home

there's some lovers with brothers 
who want to smash your face, 
they're all writing fiction stories
in some big top secret place
when the 5 o'clock whistle
gives way to the chase 
we'll all run to the hole
and try real hard to erase
everything we never could control 
the little things that help
you keep pace

give me access to the water supply 
I'll make sure no one gets out alive
that's right! we're all gonna die 
don't worry I'm willing to drive 
I've probably only had 8 or 9 
we're gonna get home, get home just fine 


there's some mothers and others
finding shelter in my home 
granted it's an abstract idea 
but I just wanna be left alone
I'll keep hiding under the covers 
after all we're only flesh and bone
so here's some contrived lines for your 
head stone
 

give me keys to the machine in the sky
I'll set our course for a vertical dive 
that's right! we're all gonna die 
don't worry there's no need to cry 
I've probably only had 8 or 9 
we're gonna get home, get home just fine

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Abby Sunderland Is Missing

we can't circumnavigate the globe
although we'll surely try
your father has a sailboat
and I the will to die

let's get lost out on the sea 
somewhere off Cape Horn
force our families to gather 
in a solemn state of mourn

inform the attendance keeper
to expect absence this September
even with no accomplishments 
we can pretend you'll all remember 

our clear lack of gratitude 
the anger kept inside
when the country is a city
on the ocean do we hide

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Watching Your Lover Sleep

What's that radiating off of you?
an innocence worth dying for?
a solution to the modern bore?
I haven't got the slightest clue
yet you say you've got the cure?
which disease have I given over to?
I guess I'm not so sure
Through measures of practicality 
you send away the banality 
rummaging through all my drawers
kicking down all my doors
How do you alter my reality?
oh please, I've got the need for more
I refuse to feign spirtuality
even in the face of war.

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Sideways People

Sideways people living out on the plain
I think they've been dying for a change
sent some men up to try and make a trade
sadly we got nothin they want in exchange

Ethnocentric yankee joe
tryin to find out where people go
when they're done being part of the show
but he can't find what we won't ever know, so

Go out on the water tonight
make yourself pretty, make yourself tight
I never understood what's so good about the light
but that doesn't mean I'm gonna give up the fight

All the country girls they dance and swoon
when mr. money bags comes promisin the moon
always fails to mention that he's leaving soon
that's how it goes when you're riding the boom

They tell you money makes the world go round'
spent a few years just sleepin on the ground 
when the bodies turned up, they sent the hounds 
hopped the next train on the way outta town, so

Go out on the water tonight
make yourself pretty, make yourself tight
I never understood what's so good about the light
but that doesn't mean I'm gonna give up the fight

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Self Reflective Rumination

Are we those sprinklers on in the rain?
trying to convince ourselves we're not insane
maybe we were born to hug the shore
yet as the days pass we would bore
for we are meant to last, no more
than a majestic sand castle, or
the stash of bills under your floor,
some poor schmuck kicking in my door, 
they always need a little more

Can't you see I've done my calculations?
Every scenario for all possible situations?
Yet, still you'd rather embrace the nation
And, I can't blame you

For we, all need something to latch onto
For me, that something was you
Clearly, we all will pull through
still, not every dream can come true

Are we those sprinklers on in the rain?
trying to hide from all the pain?
for which we simply have no cure
never could unlock that door

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Suburban Rooftop Getaway

there is a subtle reason
youth entitles itself to treason
with the ever-changing faces
in slowly shifting places
the wind blows prophetically 
from a land that once was free
however is no longer

On the pool is the glimmer 
the transcendental swimmer
hiding in the clouds
blocking out the sun
run and tell your father
we've finally found his gun

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What Happens When You Punch a Window

Not me. Not I. You've gone crazy
I suppose we've both gotten lazy
aimlessly touching one another
pretending to feel flame
yet I still feel the same
I long for some lost mother
the one without a name
she tells good stories
plays the greatest games
taught me things you cannot
fulfilled emptiness I thought
would be the end of me
I'll set sail out to sea
with you always in mind

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Malaise Days

Let me ride this shooting star 
it's gonna take us oh so far
besides we haven't got a car
let me ride this shooting star

Baby, it's the nuclear age
f$ck, I've got the modern rage
couldn't we just turn the page
baby, it's the nuclear age
 
What's so great about reflection?
shots in the dark for a connection
let's pretend we're not insane 
seems there's nothing left to gain  

Let me ride this shooting star 
it's gonna take us oh so far
besides we haven't got a car
let me ride this shooting star

Thought I saw you yesterday
and I've got so much left to say
wish I could make it go away
I thought I saw you yesterday

 
What's so great about reflection?
shots in the dark for a connection
let's pretend we're not insane 
seems there's nothing left to gain