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Shelter in Place
02:16
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Lock ourselves in and lose the key
Now we dream of how things used to be
Touch my face, I’ll touch your face
There’s something in the air between us, babe
Every second of your life goes ticking by
The terror in your voice matches the flat affect in mine
Every optimist was wrong
We’re living in the twilight zone
Shelter in place like criminals
Or rich kids drowning in their swimming pools
Writing songs to pass the time
Lying low was our big sacrifice
Every second of your life goes ticking by
The terror in your voice matches the flat affect in mine
Birds are singing in their nests
The cognitive dissonance is deafening, I guess
Every optimist was wrong
We’re living in the twilight zone
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Proof of Concept
02:26
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I was born when she kissed me
I died when she left me
I lived a week while she loved me
Check in the attic
There’s a box there somewhere
Check in the glovebox of my car
Proof of concept
Is all we really have to show the world
Truth in the bottle
Truth is overrated
Truth is I wonder where you are
Life is distraction
I should flip the record
We don’t go back the way we came
Proof of concept
Is all we really have to show the world
We should go west
The sun would bleach our bones
I swear it’s better being bored than being alone
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Strange Phobia
03:38
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Well it’s one thing to lean on stupidity
As if you can get back where you used to be
But you fear what you fear you can’t come up for air
Remember I prayed for your sanity
When you tried to outrun the things you couldn’t see
Well don’t get your back up I’m not here to disrupt your phobias
You’re not over ‘em
And you got such a strange phobia
Yeah you got such a strange phobia
You don’t know when enough is enough
Yeah you got such a strange….. phobia
Conditions outside are in jeopardy
I don’t know what to do with this energy
Got my windows so clean I’m hallucinating
I’m not trying to prey on your sympathy
I can’t say what I would do differently
I may act like I’m tough but you’re calling my bluff
Like you’re sick of me
I’m sick of me too
And I got such a strange phobia
Yeah I got such a strange phobia
I don’t know when too much is too much
Yeah I got such a strange…. phobia
But it’s not such a strange phobia
No it’s not such a strange phobia
Coming in live from dystopia
We got such a strange….
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Your mask keeps slipping I see your smile
Finally space to live and nothing to hide
Trying to do one thing at a time
Going slow enjoying water again
Came up for air, jumped right back in
Feels like waiting for our lives to begin
Everybody has a way to move the clock hands
This year’s gonna end before it starts
Drink the day away, we’re on a weird vacation
I like the numbers being where they are
Spinning wheels, gathering rust
It’s nice being invisible but
It’s hard to say what ghost runners want
Everybody has a way to move the clock hands
This year’s gonna end before it starts
Drink the day away, we’re on a weird vacation
I like the numbers being where they are
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New South Burn
03:35
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Tell me who to believe
In the morning when I’m doing the math on when to flee the scene
Trading safety for speed
Like a plague of locusts you’ve got numbers on your side
Now it’s time to e-a-t
A century etc
I saw God in the trees
On a Greyhound pointed south towards the corrugated sea
Disassociating
The trestles of the bridge were choked with kudzu vines
Climbing up everything
A century etc.
Someone put a beach boys record on
And the kitchen sang with ancient harmonies
Empty all the secrets from your mind
Like so many red-winged blackbirds on the wing
Tell me who you believe
In the morning when I’m doing the math on when to split the scene
Trading safety for speed
Like a plague of locusts you’ve got numbers on your side
Climbing up everything
Someone put a beach boys record on
And the kitchen sang in four-part harmony
Raccoons are descending from their nests
Like so many red-winged blackbirds on the wing
As old as soldiery
The soldered hills where current flows
Connecting all our bodies to the breeze
I’ve got tears enough for both
I’m not breathing down your throat again
Reading rooms and cleaning magazines
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Maintain Speed
03:48
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I never knew when I was five
That nuclear winter would end my life
Until my mom’s eyes met mine
In the rearview mirror one time
She told me the end was nigh
The sign says maintain speed
We try to maintain speed
Everybody gets a chance to steer
We’ll need a little luck to climb these hills
The crosswinds are fierce
Cicadas like a drum machine
On an island where we have no right to be
We’ll find a secret hiding place
Like nobles waiting out a plague
A drill for the end of days
The sign says maintain speed
We try to maintain speed
Everybody gets a chance to steer
We’ll need a little luck to climb these hills
The crosswinds are fierce
How can anyone even have kids
I don’t know but I’m glad that I did
My son loves the stories that pass through time
My daughter sees everyone’s love inside
They make art out of life
The sign says maintain speed
We try to maintain speed
Everyone takes a turn at the wheel
We’ll need a little luck climbing up these hills
The crosswinds are fierce
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Radar Watch
02:08
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Radar watch
Lost in fog
Mission drift
Shed our skin
Radar watch
Lost in fog
Mission drift
Save our ship
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The Pause
04:27
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I take a walk on these zombie streets
I haven’t seen anyone haven’t breathed a thing
Garbage bags still swarm with rats
Shuffle past the rubber gloves, the surgical masks
In the city that sleeps
I don’t want to be scared
I want all my friends to be drinking with me
They’re home watching TV
The pause
We’re waiting for a plague to start
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The pause was deafening
Sirens screamed
I held my breath as the ambulance passed
Count my blessings, I guess
Numbers on the radio
Alcohol and cotton balls
Gives me a sense of control
Smell like a hospital
This is really happening
Fresh-turned earth in Ridgewood, Queens
Here’s a witness report
At least the gravediggers work
Everything I need is lain down at my door
I’ve never felt so alone
I’m a moss-growing stone
Padlocks on playground gates
I don’t want to die alone
On an oxygen tank
The pause
We’re waiting for the end to start
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The A/C hums along with me
Keeps me company
Gives me air to breathe
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Legal Thrillers
04:02
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When I got fired
I was inspired
Finally some time to write my masterpiece
But I can’t find the passion
My browser keeps crashing
I’ve been trying to get on the dole for six damn weeks
Maybe I should write legal thrillers
A penny a word, a penny a word
My hero will always find the killer
everyone gets what they deserve
I’ll option the screen rights
For points on the back side
I’ll rent a Hollywood bungalow
Corrupt politicians
A young Matt Damon
Hunts for the files alone
I guess I should write legal thrillers
Penny a word a penny a word
My hero will always find the killer
And justice is always served
Time passes quickly
The last drops of whiskey
Are about to go down my throat
There is no due process
The system is heartless
I’ve spent six damn weeks trying to get on the dole
Yeah I should write legal thrillers
Penny a word a penny a word
The heroes will always find the killers
Everyone gets what they deserve
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Waltz Across Brooklyn
02:23
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Mean what you say
But don’t say it so mean
Memory repeats
Like a false harmony
I’m as hopeless as one man can be
Come and waltz across Brooklyn with me
Nobody cares where you are when you’re dancing with me
A dam broke in you
Then it broke in me too
There’s no unseeing the dead
When they sleep in your room
I’m as hopeless as one man can be
Come and waltz across Brooklyn with me
Nobody cares where you are when you’re dancing with me
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Melodica
02:19
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I know what you want me to say
Don’t know why it’s hard for me to explain
I’ll be plain
It takes work to make a thing last
And outrun all of the ghosts of our past
It goes fast
Words are such slippery things
I try to tell the truth
Maybe it’s just better to sing
That I’m inspired by you
Do the crossword together in bed
You read the clues I’ll hold the pen
I need you when I’m blue
I should be more tender with you
And I will I swear
I remember the night that we met
Your smile — bright as lens flare
Words are such slippery things
I’m gonna tell the truth
I’m still so happy to sing
That I’m inspired by you
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Lock ourselves in and lose the key
Now we dream of how things used to be
Touch my face, I’ll touch your face
There’s something in the air between us, babe
Every second of your life goes ticking by
The terror in your voice matches the flat affect in mine
Every optimist was wrong
We’re living in the twilight zone
Shelter in place like criminals
Or rich kids drowning in their swimming pools
Writing songs to pass the time
Lying low was our big sacrifice
Every second of your life goes ticking by
The terror in your voice matches the flat affect in mine
Birds are singing in their nests
The cognitive dissonance is deafening, I guess
Every optimist was wrong
We’re living in the twilight zone
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Simulation Game
04:41
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There is nothing to fear
We’re in a simulation
There is no light
Just obfuscation
There is no sea
It’s an imitation
There is no God
And no salvation
Let it be
A small consolation
It’s not a curse
Just an observation
Death is just
Another occasion
Tears in your eyes
Are miscalculations
Birds in the trees
Are annotations
Sunset is
Minor computation
No borders at all
No other nations
You’re a bit of code
Under mutation
Don’t get
Lost in concentration
We all were there
At the creation
The universe is
Just one translation
I’m calling from
A variation
There is nothing to fear
We’re in a simulation
Nothing to fear
We’re in a simulation
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