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1. |
Air
04:29
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There is a bruise on my shin in the place you kicked me
Under the church pew, stifling a laugh through the eulogy
There is a cloud over every conversation we have
And it's painful
I have a secret if you promise to not get angry
(ur not gonna like it, ur not gonna like it)
with me
(i have a secret, i have a secret)
(ur not gonna like it, ur not gonna like it)
You said everything except for I'm sorry
(i have a secret, i have a secret)
And I think that's pretty fucked up
(ur not gonna like it, ur not gonna like it)
Changing is easy when you're the one asking
(i have a secret, i have a secret)
But otherwise it's tough
(ur not gonna like it, ur not gonna like it)
I need some air, air
Air, Air
I think I need some
Air, Air
So happily oblivious to all your surroundings
I don't know
(ur not gonna like it, ur not gonna like it)
Some of us are trying to pay our debt to society
I don't know
(ur not gonna like it, ur not gonna like it)
Maybe you'll learn to be honest in heaven
(i have a secret, i have a secret)
While you're going around kicking dandelions
(ur not gonna like it, ur not gonna like it)
And all I could think is "What did they ever do to you?"
(i have a secret, i have a secret)
(ur not gonna like it, ur not gonna like it)
I need some air, air
I think I need some
Air, Air
I think I need some
Air, Air
I think I need some
doyouknowmei'mjackpandlofjackpandl'soriginalwhitefishbayinn60yearsagomyparentsstartedtherestaurantacrossfromtheoldwhitefishbayresortpeopleusedtobringtheirfamiliesouttherebyhorseandbuggyforaday'soutingitwasasimplerandlesshectictimetodayikeepthatfoodalivewithourfinefoodandfamilydiningcomebacktothegoodoldtimedaysatjackpandl'swhitefishbayinnoneasthenryclayandbringtheamericanexpresscarddon'tleavehomewithoutit
I need some air, air
I think I need some
Air, Air
I think I need some
Air, Air
I think I need some
Air, Air
I think I need some
Air, Air
Air, Air
Air, Air
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2. |
bros
09:13
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I woke up at 3am
And I wasn’t sober yet
And the song was playing that you played me on a drive so desolate
On the edge of Yosemite
Did you know all this was once below the sea?
Did you know we spend a third of life asleep?
Cresting hillsides from the passenger seat
So you got a new guitar
Would you write something for me?
Would you write something for me?
Or “Harvest Moon” on repeat?
Two brothers looking at the ceiling, oh
We were pretending to be sleeping, oh
Two brothers looking at the ceiling, oh
We were pretending to be sleeping, oh
When we wake up in the morning we’ll pretend that nothing happened
We’ll go back to playing guitar
We’ll go back to single mattresses
But last night I could taste the guitar strings on his fingers
Like a penny on my tongue
With saliva on our cheeks and on our arms
Just a kid too afraid to take his shirt off at the pool
I just stayed in the shallow end
We all stayed in the shallow end
We never left the shallow end
We all drowned in the shallow end
We never left the shallow end
We all drowned in the shallow end
And there was water on my face, so you couldn’t see the tears
And I held it against you 14 years
Two brothers looking at the ceiling, oh
We were pretending to be sleeping, oh
Two brothers looking at the ceiling, oh
We were pretending to be sleeping, oh
Our parents are still friends
So I see him once in a while
But we don’t talk about it, no
It’s too recent
The dust has settled
What good would come from it?
I don’t wanna dredge up the past
So I keep telling myself “That’s what friends are for.”
Pretending to be sleep walking so we could kiss in a dream
Or were we just kidding ourselves?
Two brothers looking at the ceiling, oh
We were pretending to be sleeping, oh
Two brothers looking at the ceiling, oh
We were pretending to be sleeping, oh
Two brothers looking at the ceiling, oh
We were pretending to be sleeping, oh
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3. |
museum of death
05:11
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I want to let my grudges go
Make up with everyone I know
I went online to find a frame today
I've got a portrait here to hang
Hurray, Hurray
No more changes and
No more changes and
No more changes and
No more changes and
We went to the Museum of Death
The horror stole away my breath
The sun is always setting somewhere
The other day I found a gray hair
No more changes and
No more changes and
No more changes and
No more changes and
No more changes and
No more changes and
No more changes and
No more changes and
I heard the first part of a joke
And then I laughed before the ending
Haha, Haha
And then I laughed before the ending
Haha, Haha
And then I laughed before the e-----
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4. |
a-kid (Role Model)
04:27
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Well handing the keys to me
Sister said that I could drive us home if I could start the car
That's hard for an 8-year-old kid
She laughed as I fumbled around with the pedals and knobs
I used to think 20 was old
But I got a little bit older
I thought she held all the answers
But she was just a kid but bigger
Back to Seattle again
You're third floor apartment is dressed in The Beatles
Its walls are covered in posters and though I don't like to admit it
I've always liked John more than Paul
Well what a coincidence
You said, "don't'cha know the Lord works in mysterious ways!"
Well I was just packing my things to get up to leave
But now maybe I'll stay
I used to think 20 was old
But I got a little bit older
I thought she held all the answers
But she was just a kid but bigger
If you're going to town won't you please take me down
If you're going to Strawberry Fields
If you're going away in a couple of days
I'll be right on your heels
I used to think 20 was old
But I got a little bit older
I thought she held all the answers
But she was just a kid but bigger
Well isn't it strange to feel anything at all?
Our bodies are television sets
Our feelings are videotapes
And without each other each one is useless
And they're all collecting a layer of dust
It's been years since any were played
But if you take one of the shelf and into yourself
It plays back the same way
I used to think 20 was old
But I got a little bit older
I thought she held all the answers
But she was just a kid but bigger
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5. |
Lake Michigan
03:28
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It was an endless summer
Another night of custard
With my mother's mother
I remember when
When in the morning hours
I could see her outline
Waving on the shoreline
Of Lake Michigan
I see it in the water: a stone I'd like to skip
She used to fill her pockets with the shells we'd find
In the family album, the last time I saw her
A daughter and her daughter knitting side by side
When the leaves are changing and the wind starts to blow
A shadow and her shadow are walking into town
When the light is fading golden on the water
And her silver dollar hair is falling down
In Milwaukee winter when the wind blows colder
The lake was frozen over where the shadows play
But the ice was cracking underneath my mother
The lake pulled her under and bore her away
It was an endless slumber
Another night of custard
And we'll have another
Before the lake dries out
When the ice is melting
And the sun arising
I can hear her rising
Somewhere in the house
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6. |
(lake story)
02:58
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this really happened
*see newspaper article*
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7. |
pull out couch
02:54
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I spent a week on the pull out couch
We spent a week cleaning out the house
Emptying closets of everything
Post-its on objects we'd like to keep
To think I used to think
A bed is just a place to sleep
To think I used to think
A home is just a place to keep your bed
I woke up early in an armchair
The smell of coffee coming up the stairs
The kitchen table is where I found the letter that she never read
So we buried it with her instead
To think I used to think
A bed is just a place to sleep
To think I used to think
A home is just a place to keep your bed
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8. |
fucking nice
01:20
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When did you get so
Fucking nice?
Catching me by surprise
Hammer that nail
Fucking nice
Good as new
Do anything you want, eat anything you want
Fucking nice
It's alright
Buy one get one free
Fucking nice
I'm all about it
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Fucking nice
It's alright
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9. |
Fourteen Weeks
03:25
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April showers they bring sweet May flowers
But I wouldn't know
I'm afraid to even leave my place
I've been all alone
I was walking in my neighbor's garden
When I heard a sound
Kids were screaming on the trampoline
And they won't quiet down
I've aged a lifetime in these fourteen weeks
And sometimes I have to catch myself when I'm being mean
I used to think that it was funny, but I'm not laughing anymore
I'm just slamming my doors
Yesterday I ran out of pages in my notebook
Just last week I ran out of ink and my pencil broke
Hope to hell the song would write itself, but I know it won't
Strangled by my headphone wires wrapped around my throat
I punish myself every time that I write a song
--You fucking idiot--they'll be around after you're gone
It's not funny, but I'm laughing off and on
And once upon a time it was fun
After dark meet me in the park
With your Dixie cup
Here he comes and he's seeing double
With his fists balled up
He crushed a tall can on his forehead and we begin
We're throwing down beside the jungle gym
But even so I never could stay mad at him
So I just quit punching him to a pulp
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10. |
rules
03:07
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Rules are for everybody else, but not you and me
Or so I thought until I turned 23
I'm 27 now and I'm still learning
27 years and I'm still hurting--SO WHAT!
Nobody's perfect
But no one's expecting you to be perfect
No one is asking you to work it all out
All by yourself
Yesterday we all were afraid to leave the house
Now when I go for a run it's like everybody's out
But everything is normal if you never ask questions
Everything is waiting for you in heaven
Well let's put that to the test
Speaking of tests, when was your last one?
I wanna see you, but I don't wanna kill anyone
I'm starting to doubt my own intentions
This conversation feels like a sentence for life
But it isn't
Maybe it's time to shut up and listen for once
Maybe it's time to finally have some fun
The cameras are off so you can stop pretending
You give a shit about anybody but yourself
You can drop the act now
I'm starting to doubt myself
Starting to doubt myself
Starting to doubt myself
Starting to doubt myself
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11. |
Antisocialites
08:13
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Pt. 1
The fireworks woke me up again
At 2:37 this time
And for an instant the corners of my bedroom
Were flooded with dazzling light
Don't scatter at the sound
Don't you know we're trying to sleep?
There's a car alarm somewhere in the distance
Singing me back to sleep
The chalk on the pavement--there since April
Is starting to wash away
There's a couple and a stroller
Coming the other way
Avert your eyes and cross on over
So you won't have to pass
But they're crossing at the same time
So you just cross right back
All of you Antisocialites
Avert your eyes
Avert your eyes
There's a cat on a missing sign
He's orange and white
He's orange and white
Teacher said, "Go make some friends!"
And sent me out into the grass
I just prayed no one would throw the ball to me
'Cause I'd have to throw it back
Just another uncoordinated kid
With his hands tucked in his pockets
But you can't lose the game if you refuse to play
So I just said, "Fuck it"
All of you Antisocialites
Avert your eyes
Avert your eyes
There's a cat on a missing sign
He's orange and white
He's orange and white
All of you Antisocialites
Avert your eyes
Avert your eyes
There's a cat on a missing sign
He's orange and white
He's orange and white
There's a cat who comes around
My backyard every day
He doesn't like the fireworks either
They make him run away
We don't fight and we don't argue
We just sing "Silent Night"
Illuminated under moonlight
Gazing up at the sky
All of you Antisocialites
Avert your eyes
Avert your eyes
There's a cat on a missing sign
He's orange and white
He's orange and white
All of you Antisocialites
Avert your eyes
Avert your eyes
There's a cat on a missing sign
He's orange and white
He's orange and white
Pt. 2
Two brothers looking at the ceiling oh oh oh
We were pretending to be sleeping oh oh oh
Two brothers looking at the ceiling oh oh oh
We were pretending to be sleeping oh oh oh
Two brothers looking at the ceiling oh oh oh
We were pretending to be sleeping oh oh oh
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12. |
vows
07:42
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Ghosts might be real after all
This house has been haunted since 2001
It makes me think of funerals and Frank Sinatra albums
I forgive you for that summer you told me not to visit
You were moving slower
Entertaining was harder
I just want to get to know you for myself
Instead of what the family tells me
Ghosts might be real after all
Every Facebook memory cuts like a knife
The picture of you sitting next to me at my cousin's wedding
I'm so sorry for that summer in Tucson
I stole food out of the refrigerator
Spoiled my dinner
And I know you worked so hard to put it together
Ghosts might be real after all
No more will we sit still
No more will we sit idly by
No more will we say goodnight without saying I love you
No more will we hold grudges
No more will we look the other way
No more will we be late without calling ahead first
No more will we say yes when we mean no
No more will we say no when we mean yes
No more will we cross the street without grasping hands first
No more will we sleep without resting
No more will we touch without feeling
No more will we drink without toasting
No more will we drink without toasting
No more will we forget birthdays no
No more will we fail to stay in touch
No more will we fall silent when there's something unspoken
You are a marvel
What a miracle it is to be standing next to you
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