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Intro
01:21
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2. |
Futility
04:13
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Larry comes to town a hollow man
And I'm just now starting to understand
Larry, why you make me do the things you do
Are you worried that I'll take the place of you
We deliver
Give the finger
Artificial
Blow the whistle
Brandishing his cell phone like a gun
Larry tells us how the midwest was won
Larry doesn't have much time to waste
So I decide to cut to the chase
We deliver
Give the finger
Genius doesn't
Take a whiz
Live the high life
Cheat on your wife
Wish it wasn't
But it is
Artificial
Blow the whistle
Stop in your tracks
Right before
Apprehended
Wound unmended
Face the sad facts
What's in store
What's in store for you?
You'll get yours
I've got a number I could dial to end this grief
That would only work in a world of make believe
I'd nark you out and rat you out to anyone who'd listen
And do it in a second if it would make a bit of difference
Futility
It's futility
It's all futility
It's all futility
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3. |
Madison
04:53
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I've made this trip before
Don't know how many more
Words can be written about
Journeying across the state
Fighting my will to wait
Don't know what state I'm in
Right now
Madison
Finding a common bond
Almost On Golden Pond
Trying to figure out
Desire
For a while we are friends
Fighting to make amends
Listening to songs about
Sleep and fire
Madison
Want not to wish away
These the best of days
Build them a house of bricks
Somewhere safe
The black dog was once a pup
The children are growing up
Temporarily regress age
Madison
The distance to any star
In the mind is not so far
Strong is the will when it burns
I'm going to Madison
Going to have some fun
Business unfinished waits till I return
Madison
Going to Madison
Going to have some fun
Business unfinished waits till I return
Going to Madison
Going to have some fun
Business unfinished waits till I return
Business unfinished waits till I return
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4. |
Diary
03:50
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An impossible high
Like a good friend
Once gone forever
Now back from the dead
I give it the hook
And it gives me the rhyme
No sleep tonight
Making up for lost time
Nobody knows
How devoted I am
From the muffle of the headphone
And I don't give a damn
How can I neglect the part of my life that gives me
Each experience recorded like a diary?
I detail my mundane life on a blank CD
It reminds me of who I am
My identity
The night moves on
And logic shuts off
When my head grows weary
The iron is hot
A guitar with five strings
So I wind the sixth tight
It is ready and willing
And so now am I
Possibilities endless
No route is wrong
Words are woven
Into a dumb song
How can I neglect the part of my life that gives me
Each experience recorded like a diary?
I detail my mundane life on a blank CD
It reminds me of who I am
My identity
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5. |
Box Elder
05:29
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Cold box elder bug
Clinging to what's mine
Instinct dictates to you that you
Find warmth to survive
The most arrogant of pests
Pathetic in your care
You even have the gall to act
As if I am not there
So settle so I shall
To merely let you be
My lack of action is not to be read
As apathy
To crush you without thought
Beneath a heavy fist
Normally would not make anywhere
On my to-do list
For others would sense the cold
And scores would take your place
So should I struggle just to walk
I'd opt not run the race
And even lacking that
Consider just the cost
To clean you up and wash my hands
Is valuable time lost
So settle so I shall
To merely let you be
And know that lack of revenge does not
Constitute mercy
And I'd feel guilty not
For any doings wrong
To strike down on your hardened shell
You sensed it all along
I'd be insane to boast
No one would share my pride
For carrying out protective measures
Well within my right
So settle so I shall
To merely let you be
And hope that cold, cold karma makes a
Victor out of me
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6. |
Lacquer
04:07
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In many ways I'm your average child
Always wanting what I'm not allowed
Kicking and screaming not beneath me
Lacking a certain maturity
I was on top just before my fall
Guess that my friends were right after all
Still I have no sense of remorse
Just human nature running its course
And you casually play guess who
With this uncharted breakthrough
That I knew someone had to make
I feel as though I know you well
Even though you can hardly tell
You sold me. I'm no easy sell
You carved into my lacquered shell
I'm callous enough not to feel bad
When people claim I'm the worst they've had
I'll spend only what I can afford
I do just fine by my own accord
And you casually play guess who
With this uncharted breakthrough
That I knew someone had to make
You carved into my lacquered shell
I feel as though I know you well
Even though you can hardly tell
You sold me. I'm no easy sell
You carved into my lacquered shell
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7. |
Happy Sounds
04:08
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There was a time before time passed
I thought I'd laugh the loudest last
But time has proven me so wrong again
Should one day be not my best friend
The next day would be the day when
I would annihilate the task at hand
I hate to open up being down
But I'm amazed you're still around
Familiar comfort I am to you I guess
Every task I undertake
Every hour I'm awake
Has an outcome that is average at best
Happy sounds, sad words
Happy sounds like sad words
I want to know that I am not
Wasting time I haven't got
Procrastination's out of style to me
Well we can won't and we can can't
And then some pretty flowers plant
Upon our sinkhole of wounded history
Happy sounds, sad words
Happy sounds like sad words
And if I could I would undo
The opportunity that you blew
To keep a perfect track record intact
But I will cope because I must
I realize in time I'll trust
I'll change opinions 'cause I can't change what's fact
Happy sounds, sad words
Happy sounds like sad words
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8. |
Prodigal Son
05:05
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Well, hello. I guess it's good to see you
Has the decade aged your bones?
And in the interim, all your indiscretions...
Well... I'm not throwing stones
How are things in the Great Northwest?
Send your ex-wife and ex-friends my best
After all, I wouldn't be here if
I weren't a sentimental man
The big top's turned into a sideshow
You cram more clowns in the car
But they're expendable and versatile types
And they love the backstage bar
Pale green behind the ears
Like the color of the star
That you wrote about of inspiration borne of
Lowering your guard
I remember you back in '94
You were sparkle and fade
Prophetic. Fade some more
Your words were different
An inviting pull
So cool and casually lame
So sweetly vulnerable
Now faces linger in the shadows
Once helpless to intervene
I can hear their thoughts over the rumble
And I know just what they mean
I can see their smirks settling in
I guess we've all learned how to smile
You were once the world to many present
Now we watch the world die
We watch the world die
We watch the world die
Die
We watch the world die
Die, die
Yeah we watch your world die
Yeah we slaughtered the fattened calf
Laid it out on a hundred plates
You helped yourself to over half
And let most of it go to waste
I walked out. You weren't done
Just like that father of yours
But you're not my prodigal son
You've made us all feel like whores
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9. |
Gray
03:59
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Don't got the blues, not red with anger
Feeling hollow, danger danger
I got the grays, oh, I got the grays
That's where my trouble really lays
Another blast of warm keeps me going strong
And I start to feel like maybe I belong
In this best of times I cling to every breath
I am not cheating life
I am not cheating death
It seems you're lost oh my friend
Too many sad songs you've penned
Had I some wisdom I'd lend
In a gray world
A little black mixed in with a little white
Things will look the same in the morning light
All around I find the best of company
And yet the best of times yield to complacency
Wake in the morning, it's no longer mooring
Inside it's boring, outside it's pouring
Driving to work through a psycho pea soup haze
I'd trade your blues for my goddamn grays
I have no explanation
All things in moderation
Vacation from vocation
In a gray world
I lay awake at night thinking of nothing
Sitting at home waiting for the phone to ring
Anticipation, cold rejection
Would add some color to my gray complexion
Fortunes are won on the things that I have lost
Forgo the profit, accept the cost
I snuck in on the shoulders of the strong
Ghost writers of a biographic song
It seems you're lost oh my friend
Too many sad songs you've penned
Had I some wisdom I'd lend
I have no explanation
All things in moderation
Vacation from vocation
The journey has just begun
A tired situation
Extremes diffuse into one
In a gray world
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This Could Be the Day La Crosse, Wisconsin
Formed in 2007, This Could Be the Day writes and performs original rock music because they want to do it. They have four albums available for consumption, and they would love it if you would give some or all of their catalog a small moment of your time. ... more
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