1. |
Feel So Fine
02:53
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Nothing's wrong, I'm never happy
I feel so fine, I wanna die
But in a "Ha ha please don't have me locked away" way
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
I never feel at home anywhere
If I want to let my guard down
I'll take him out for drinks
I think it might go on like this forever
Time is starting to mean less and less to me
Hold me down, shoot me up
Blame it all on rotten luck
Hold me down, shoot me up
Blame it all on rotten luck
But don't say "therapy"
How can it be that I'm always tired
But I can't sleep at night?
Every day, in every situation
I'm always bracing for a fight
Feels like I'm waiting on an answer
And when I blink another ten years pass me by
Hold me down, shoot me up
Blame it all on rotten luck
Hold me down, shoot me up
Blame it all on rotten luck
But don't say "Give it time"
No amount of yoga stretches out my frame of mind
I'll try that workout another day
And productivity, what a waste of time
If we're only working for the pay
No more diets, no more exercise
Fuck distractions that anesthetize
How messed up the whole damn world has gotten
Evolution worked a billion years
Slowly building human consciousness
Just so I can force myself to stare at screens all day
Man, I wonder why I feel like something's missing
If we work together maybe we can make a change
Or!
Hold me down, shoot me up
Blame it all on rotten luck
Hold me down, shoot me up
Blame it all on rotten luck
Hold me down, shoot me up
Blame it all on rotten luck
Hold me down, shoot me up
Blame it all on rotten luck
But don't say "Better days"
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2. |
Jeff Goes To Space!
02:51
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I heard the news last week
That Jeff went up to space
A million million dollars, turns out, is all it takes
For less than 15 minutes he was up above the world
And I wonder what it is that he saw
Oh did he see (Did he see)
The forest burning?
Oh did he see (Did he see)
The seeds he's sown?
Oh did he see (Did he see)
The people yearning
Ah, for a little piece of this to call their own?
Well, I've heard that things look different
When you're high above the Earth
You can see just how fragile is the place of all our births
But these are observations made by a different kind of man
Than our dashing captain of industry
I bet he saw (Bet he saw)
The blue unending
I bet he saw (Bet he saw)
The endless black
In his gross (In his gross)
Bit of pretending
I bet he saw his own reflection looking back
Well, I've heard that Jeff's got plans now
To save the human race
Take our heavy industry and dump it up in space
Then all his workers' children will have a brand new place to toil
In the darkness, in the empty, in the cold
Cos the machine (The machine)
It must keep growing
Yeah, the machine (The machine)
Must never ever slow
To keep the stream of pretty numbers flowing
Ol' Jeff will do anything but let it go
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3. |
Blink Twice
03:40
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There were rivers where I'd run
Footsteps in the rushing water
You could feel me 'round the fire
In the smiles of your sons and daughters
Well, it started out small with their little toy guns
In the hands of great men who ransomed our sons
And they always want more and it wasn't too long
Til we mechanized death and built it up strong
And now it's only two clicks til goodbye
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice and see
City blocks where families slept
Cut to ruin in a matter of minutes
Choirs of angels to thy rest
We'll pick up the work you left unfinished
Well, it started out small with their little toy guns
In the hands of great men who ransomed our sons
And they always want more and it wasn't too long
Til we mechanized death and built it up strong
And now it's only two clicks til goodbye
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice and see
When the sun warms up your back
And your memory drifts on back to before
Ten thousand years or more
Take it in, take it in one last time
Before we
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice
Blink twice (Now it's only two clicks til goodbye)
Blink twice (Now it's only two clicks til goodbye)
Blink twice (Now it's only two clicks til goodbye)
Blink twice (Now it's only two clicks til goodbye)
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4. |
Forward To Progress
03:55
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She's got tired, hazy eyes from the bright lights
And raw, blistered heels from the miles in new shoes
She knows with every step she's lagging
It's the click of the timer makes it harder to undo
But her colleagues toil unceasing
With bones of steel and minds made of wire
It's been thousands of years of breaking the backs
Of the everyday people who hurt just like you
Now with the marvel of modern machines
We'll make sure that the misery is kept out of view
I see 15 kinds of frozen raviolis
And 38 different plastic Batman figurines (Pow!)
Unsold, they'll arrive at the same place
Buried under 20 tons of unread magazines
But we must make them for something
Seems to me we got a high production cost
What with the thousands of years of breaking the backs
Of the everyday people who hurt just like you
Now with the marvel of modern machines
We'll make sure that the misery is kept out of view
Hours in the fields just to hunger
Don't think if you grow the corn they'll let you eat it too (No!)
Even with mountains of surplus
They'll burn the crops before they give them to you
I can see through pretty packaging
If it means folks on their knees, you can keep your strawberries
I'm through with thousands of years of breaking the backs
Of the everyday people who hurt just like you
Now with the marvel of modern machines
We'll make sure that the misery is kept out of view
Thousands of years of breaking the backs
Of the everyday people who hurt just like you
Now with the marvel of modern machines
We'll make sure that the misery is kept out of view
Thousands of years of breaking the backs
Of the everyday people who hurt just like you
Now with the marvel of modern machines
We'll make sure that the misery is kept out of view
Kept out of view
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1 AM, slick with sweat
And there's beer on my shoes
Yeah, my fingers are bloody but this is what I choose
Nobody here is pretty or cool enough
To be commodified and packaged into easily marketable fluff
Cos we know
We're not gonna make it
So fuck you
If you think I'm here to fake it
This mic is dented and now my guitar's down to five strings
No, you can't hear the vocals
But that's why we'll all sing
No delusions of grandeur
No future five year plan
We won't play act at stardom
When the present's in our hands
Cos we know
We're not gonna make it
So fuck you
If you think I'm here to fake it
Spilled glasses, messy floors
Seven bucks from the door
But if I squint, then I can see
Oh, it was a sanctuary
Spilled glasses, messy floors
Seven bucks from the door
We know
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6. |
Lousy Leeches
01:42
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Buying up a city block is not a career option
Saying "Rent's due on the first" is not a skill
Quit using my money to pay your fucking bills
And get a job, you lousy leeches, get a job
Ransoming my insulin and charging for the service
Finding new creative ways to tell me "No"
Feeding like a tumor, your profits have to grow
Get a job, you lousy leeches, get a job
Every finance guy thinks he's the Wolf of goddamn Wall Street
Stealing pensions honest folks have saved for years
If I hear "blockchain" one more time, I'll clap your fucking ears
Get a job, you lousy leeches, get a job
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Confession Kids Gainesville, Florida
50% folk, 50% punk. Too marketable to be cool, not marketable enough to be successful
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