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Circumstantial Evidence
06:51
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Exhibit A
Are the words stuck in your throat
That would strike a hollow note
To the ears of your peers
Exhibit B
Is the mood you’re always in
When the clock strikes 6 AM
A crabby jerk is off to work
There’s no paper trail
There is no Plan B
You can’t pin your false accusations on me
I am not half-hearted
I don’t phone it in
I can muster up a whole-hearted grin
Chalk it up to circumstance
Chalk it up to luck
Chalk it up to maybe just the fact I suck
Your evidence is hearsay
Your logic unfit
It’s apples, it’s oranges, and you can’t prove shit. No!
Exhibit Y
Is the tone you take with me
As if I’m the enemy
Your stubborn pride works itself outside
Exhibit Z
And then perhaps I’ll rest my case
My time is the worst thing to waste
Your patience spent, you’re not content
You hate your job
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2. |
Filmstrip
04:35
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Somewhere southwest of Tacoma
An X on the map, an ulterior motive
I have a picture from that trip
Sometimes I’ll stop and stare at it
A digital picture, a digital clip
Downgraded into an old filmstrip
Clumsy and grainy, black and white
Fire up the projector, cut the light
Come on over, and do the twist
Nostalgic for that old filmstrip
You’re techno-savvy, but you live in fear
Rest assured that we’re all friends here
A digital picture, a digital clip
Downgraded into an old filmstrip
Clumsy and grainy, all black and white
Fire up the projector, cut the light
I have a picture that no one’s seen
And it’s beautiful, but it’s obsolete
Let’s be young for a little bit
Come on over, and do the twist
Come as you are – never mind your fear
Your honesty is pleasing to the eye and ear
Clumsy and awkward, wrong or right
Climb into bed, cut the light
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3. |
Counterfeit
05:40
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I print my own money off
In the basement of my house
While I sleep on the couch
So deep that I dream
I print my own money off
And it works every time
I’m an evil mastermind
With an undetectable scheme
I print my own money off
And it’s black and white, not green
Because in this economy
It helps me save on ink
I print my own money off
My square money is all the rage
It helps me fit more on a page
A second thought you’ll never think
I print my own money off
And I flaunt it in a song
I have no sense of wrong
I’m diabolical and I’m proud
I print my own money off
And still complain about my work
How it lacks your 9-to-5 perks
How do you like me now?
Your head’s buried in the sand
When it’s not inside the clouds
I’ll take whatever I can
Whether or not I’m allowed
I print my own money off
I am unemployable
But my life’s enjoyable
Won’t you pay for me?
I print my own money off
You can choose to trust in God
E pluribus whatever you want
I’m liberated by H.P.
Your head’s buried in the sand
When it’s not inside the clouds
I’ll take whatever I can
Whether or not I’m allowed
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4. |
Dim
05:25
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He wakes up early in the morning
He shields the sunlight from his face
Becomes apparent this isn’t working
Now it’s time to self-medicate
Talks to hear himself talking
He’ll fight with anyone who will fight back
Freedom of speech isn’t very important
Unless he is on the attack
Everybody want to go to the party
But now it’s time to leave
A likely story full of passion and glory
A little hard to believe
He comes from a tarp town in Backwards Nowhere
He was the brightest of 13
Mediocre rise to prominence
He’s still trying to make a scene
Everybody want to go to the party
But now it’s time to leave
A likely story full of passion and glory
A little hard to believe
Everybody want to go to the party
But you can’t sit in a crowd
A likely story full of passion and glory
Well I hope you feel proud
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5. |
Excel
05:12
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I am on a ship
Nursing my fat lip
Gotta get a little, gotta get a little back to Earth
Gotta get a little, gotta get a little back to Earth
She’s waiting for me
Super efficiency
Gotta get a little, gotta get a little back to her
Gotta get a little, gotta get a little back to her
Excel!
Now I’m on a train
In the astroplane
Wrap your love and warmth, wrap your love and warmth around me
Wrap your love and warmth, wrap your love and warmth around me
Excel!
The yellow label stuck to your side
Tells me everything I need to know about you
I don’t have one of those
Maybe we all should
I tell you
I am tired, I am old
I get crabby when I’m cold
I think that I need your radiation
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6. |
The Hometown Complacency
02:34
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You pay no attention to any sound that you just heard
But critique it as if you’re the utmost expert
You say that it sounds wonderfully generic
I guess that at boredom, I’m virtuosic
As you shake my dominant hand
Thank you for your commentary unsolicited
Now I must act as if I’m interested
In anything that you say that you are about
I’m counting the minutes till I can get out
As you shake my dominant hand
I know you have been sworn in, man
I’ve read your complaint
But I don’t know how you wrote it
With a straight face
Your screaming just screams of straight hypocrisy
The airwaves vindicate your conspiracy
As you shake my dominant hand
The other trembles in a first restrained
By only the maturity
That 10 years of domestication can provide
Now I lift my guard to clench a pen
In my right hand and
Take you to a task that others can’t
But should
As you shake my dominant hand
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7. |
Stray
03:58
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Why don’t you stray?
Why don’t you stray away?
When you first approached me I was humble as could be
Until you used your mouth like a Wesson Model 3
But you’re not Harvey Logan
It’s not 1893
You amuse me like a sad clown
And I heard you when started to tell me people take too much offense
Right before you got really offended about my indifference
I guess it all depends on just exactly what you meant
By the practice of estimation and the study of measurement
Why don’t you stray?
Why don’t you stray away?
Let’s take all the money that we can obtain
And use it to defend ourselves from those who want it back again
And I’m waiting for the explanation I was invited to request
But the line is long, the workers are tired, the situation tense
It’s your right to take me as a cookie-cutter fool
It’s your right to take me on a party-line-led ride
But your wrong to expect that I’ll sing you any praises
Once I’ve escaped the scope view of your ever-open eye
Why don’t you stray?
Why don’t you stray away?
Your past holds you back
Your path holds you back
Your pack holds you back
Your past holds you back
Why don’t you stray away with me?
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8. |
Words, Words, Words
04:57
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Swap meet meets up with upscale flat
Off-white is as wild as I get
Weights are waiting to lift themselves
Trivial knowledge on white bookshelves
39 strings across the wall
Glow faint blue from the furthest hall
Hidden desktop, it hides its shame
Plexiglass for the poor of aim
Feminine poetry adorns
Walls where femininity’s scorned
Hidden cash in case hell breaks loose
10 pounds of change to join it soon
Well I see you
Mock every move
You’re a never-was with nothing to lose
Well I see you
Mock every move
You’re a never-was with nothing to lose
Well I see you
Mock every move
You’re a never-was with nothing to lose
Live that you ‘ve lead
Leaves you no pride
You just run your mouth ‘cause your dead inside
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9. |
90 Days
03:48
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The rain comes pouring down
And I sink into the sound
Each drop brings me closer to you
And I know that you feel the same way too
It’s only 3 months without you here
Same 90 days every year
And it’s a long, long way till September
And I need this summer to be through
Yes I’ll sit around and remember
What it’s like to be with you
Time, it takes away
It seems slower every day
And I just can’t wait till the end
Reunited with my friend
It’s only 3 months without you here
It keeps getting harder every year
And it’s a long, long way till September
And I need this summer to be through
Yes I’ll sit around and remember
What it’s like to be with you
I wanna hold you in my arms
I’ll keep you warm
Let me be true
I’ll give up all my summers
To spend every winter with you
And it’s a long, long way till September
And I need this summer to be through
Yes I’ll sit around and remember
What it’s like to be with you
What it’s like to be with you
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10. |
Pandemonium
05:47
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Order, order, I’ve got something to say
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re gathered today
To over-analyze and under-perform
And chalk it up as success
Prepare to question every truth you hold dear
To form a new plan that’ll change in a year
A constitution on a dry erase board
Written under duress
It’s pandemonium
No one’s on trial here but called to the stand
Is every woman, child, and goldfish, and man
Except the ones who have the power to solve
The problems that we all face
Your good intentions and specific skills
Are no match for the public wanting to kill
Any inconvenience that might just resolve
The problem culture in place
It’s pandemonium
The walls are closing in, it’s like I’m on drugs
And though I’m not, I’m now wishing I was
But I’ll hold on because I’ve held on this long
There’s something inside I lack
Just put some parsley on my stale bread plate
You hold me back just to prevent my escape
It’s easy to blame me for all that is wrong
‘Cause I’ll just volley it back
It’s pandemonium
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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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