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Subourbon
04:43
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I'm sure it's me: there's something wrong
Inside my head. I can't get along
The way others can.
I take the pill. It leaves me ill. It doesn't go to plan.
Perpetually an also-ran, but hoping still
But sitting still, but sitting still, but sitting still, or what you will
Some kind of sin: the way they look at me
Hardens into my skin. What's on TV?
Oh, that again.
I mean there's nothing wrong with staying in
This house where nothing quite stays put and it's always cold.
Log in again, again, and watch my friends get old.
Disintegrating slowly
In our exquisite melancholia
We'll go to the same party a thousand times
I do a sudoku: it's the Japanese
Art of eliminating possibilities.
Am I out of danger yet? Please, somebody knock me to my knees.
Somebody make me catch my breath. Something stir my flesh.
Please.
I click Refresh. I click Refresh. I click Refresh. I click Refresh.
Disintegrating slowly
In our exquisite melancholia
We'll go to the same party a thousand times
We have everything here. All you have to do is drive.
Mannequins in windows.
Is anybody left alive?
I don't want an excuse, some acousma of a life
And in my lucid hours I feel this isn't it, this isn't right.
Let's shake things up, let's leave tonight. What do you say?
And that's another day we've kept at bay, kept at bay, kept at bay...
Disintegrating slowly
In our exquisite melancholia
We'll go to the same party a thousand times
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2. |
Slinky
02:38
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In the middle of the summer, in the middle of the night, yeah
We heard the beat of the drum and it was loose and it was tight, yeah
And we knew it was wrong and we knew it was right, yeah
In the middle of the song, in the middle of the night, yeah
And we hopped and sweated strutted twisted
Poured ourselves a drinky
And we tore and tripped and screamed and ripped
And we danced that beat to slinky, hey hey hey
In the middle of the floor in the middle of the night, yeah
She heard the beat of the drum and she threw down the lights, yeah
And she felt her heart thrum and she knew it was right, yeah
In the middle of the floor, in the middle of the night, yeah
And she hopped and sweated, twisted, yeah
Had him wrapped around her pinky
And she tore and tripped and screamed and ripped
And slid her hips all slow and slinky, hey hey hey
In the middle of the road in the middle of the night, yeah
We heard the beat of the drum and we threw on the brights, yeah
And we screamed out the song and we knew it was right, yeah
In the middle of the road in the middle of the night, yeah
And we hopped and sweated strutted twisted
Feeling all nice and hinky
And we tore and tripped and screamed and ripped
And we danced that beat to slinky, hey hey hey
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3. |
Teflon
04:07
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Call it a heartbeat click-track modem-blip slipstream V-chip trigger warning
Call it a layer a layer a layer a layer of distance
Call it a mystery, the hard code, the unprogrammable, the ether
Call it a level a level a level a level of remove
Everything hits more and less than it should
And maybe it's the Teflon in my blood
I can't feel a thing
I'm reaching out, I'm reaching
And in the side-impact airbag rear-cam warning signs and speed traps
It's all the same, all the same, all the same
You're like a gluten-free may-contain low-calorie guilty lapse
Your kisses taste like aspartame
Everything hits more and less than it should
And maybe it's the Teflon in my blood
I can't feel a thing
I'm reaching out, I'm reaching
In the dream I speed into the curve
The skeleton barrier in the headlights
Gun the car too fast to swerve
Plunge into the night
Try to find one last living nerve
I can't feel a thing
I'm reaching out, I'm reaching
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4. |
White Flag
04:55
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Keep calm and carry on
We march again at dawn
I ain't afraid, come at me, do your worst
You wanna get to them, you'll have to get through me first
They say you don't feel fear
Until the check don't clear
They say now more than ever, say oh, we must never forget
God help me, I'm derelict in duties that haven't been invented yet
Somehow the fire burned into embers
And I can't even remember what I'm fighting for
Maybe I've lost the war
I'm bled white as a sheet
But I'm still on my feet
I'm abandoning my senses
Throwing up my last defenses
Oh hell, tell them cancel the monuments
And it takes all you are
Here's the ache of the scar
The unsettled score
Maybe I've lost the war
In the lightning, in the fog
I was lying like a dog
There was no glory here
In the sulfur, in the haze
Well, it got a little crazy
I've lost the story now, I fear
We march again, again
And I've tried to hold it in
But you can radio the captain, you can carry it by hand
You can send it up by semaphore
I've lost the war
Baby, I've lost the war
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5. |
Lost in America
05:48
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Another butcher with his thumb on the scale
Another outfit too big to fail
Another billboard promising a piece of the city on the hill
Another magazine spreading out a feast—don't think about the bill
It's this way, this way, this way, this way, just a little farther
Another collar too white to jail
Another wall too high to scale
Another bus bench selling you a place in the temple in the sky
Another preacher murmuring grace and whispering a lie
It's this way, this way, this way, this way, just a little farther
I said I wouldn't hurry back
But every road's a cul-de-sac
And I can't see to get across
They said, We're gonna know your name
But every corner looks the same
And I got lost
Another banker peddling degrees
Another entry-level gig, another hiring freeze
Another financier with knives hidden in his grin
Another sure thing, he swears, but the house always wins
It's this way, this way, this way, this way, just a little farther
I said I wouldn't hurry back
But every road's a cul-de-sac
And I can't see to get across
They said, We're gonna know your name
But every corner looks the same
And I got lost
And in the cool shining towers of glass
The ruling class pours another champagne
And the fattest man whispers the sweetest lie
Hey, kid, this'll all be yours someday
I want out. I don't want it any more.
I said I wouldn't hurry back
But every road's a cul-de-sac
And I can't see to get across
They said, We're gonna know your name
But every corner looks the same
And I got lost
I've run the tank down to fumes
Looking for a bit of room
Choking on exhaust
They said, We're gonna know your name
But every corner looks the same
And I got lost
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6. |
The Age and the Ache
04:32
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For just an hour, please
Let's forget we have to care
Let's forget the parking tickets
The hangovers and the crowds
You pretend you're free
I'll pretend I'm beautiful
We don't have to talk about it later
We don't have to talk about it now
And I won't watch the clock
I swear I won't check my phone
I wish I'd known I could break a heart so bad
Or fake and fake and fake
I can take everything about getting old
Except the age and the ache
If it's time that makes the lie
Then in the moment we are truthful
Nothing but a touch, a breath
A soft apology
I pretend I'm free
You pretend I'm beautiful
I don't ever have to ask you why
You don't ever have to ask me how
It got so bad we dodge the future
In the beating heart of now
And I won't watch the clock
I swear I won't check my phone
I wish I'd known I could make that kind of mistake
Or feel so damn alone
I can take everything about getting old
Except the age and the ache
Same time next week, I guess
Since I don't see it getting better
You'll invent a new excuse
I won't leave the letter
You'll pretend you're me
I'll pretend I'm dutiful
And the ghosts of all we could have been will linger in the air
And I won't watch the clock
I swear I won't check my phone
I wish I'd known I could break a heart so bad
Mistake upon mistake
I can take everything about getting old
Except the age
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7. |
Gen X
05:45
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Now the fields are burning
And the gas pump's dry
And the pipes are full of poison
But hey kids, aim high
The house is crumbling
And the yard is full
Of the rusted-out bones of miracle inventions
I'm staring down the ghosts of old intentions
Call me the last in a long line
Of broken promises, broken promises
Never gonna measure up
Might as well sell out like the record clerk said
Maybe I'll be cool when I'm dead
Never got a moon shot
No, no, it was always too soon
Wait, wait, wait—until it's too late
Everyone got tired and stayed bored
I? I came unmoored
Guess we're gonna have to bust ourselves out of detention
I'm staring down the ghosts of old intentions
Call me the last in a long line
Of broken promises, broken promises
Never found out where all those flowers go
Never got to say yes, never got to say no
I guess you can't achieve eternal youth
Without sacrificing one or two children
Kid, this ain't a party, it's an intervention
Now I'm staring down the ghosts of old intentions
Call me the last in a long line
Of broken promises, broken promises
I'll take the blame
It's what I do. It's what I do.
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8. |
One Two
03:40
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It's not like in the movies. It's much worse.
I've got a million words to curse your name.
I've got a million lives to play your game.
Starve myself to nothing: now I'm keen
I've got a million ways to mean a sentence
I've got a million days to wait for your repentance
I'm a patient woman
But I don't like being lied to
One two
Punch through
Go go
K.O.
Tell me again how it's always about you
Tell me again how I'm nothing without you
Left right
Fight fight
Three four
Who wants more?
Tell me again how it's always about you
Tell me again how I'm nothing without you
It's not enough to cry for. It's too much.
I have inked your touch upon my skin
Did you ever think I was in your clutches?
Draw eyebrows on my eyebrows: now I'm fierce
I've got a million ways to pierce your armor
I've got a million-mile gaze to penetrate your thoughts
One two
Punch through
Go go
K.O.
Tell me again how it's always about you
Tell me again how I'm nothing without you
Left right
Fight fight
Three four
Who wants more?
Tell me again how it's always about you
Tell me again how I'm nothing without you
I do not need you now, you cannot touch me now
You cannot see me now, you cannot see me
One two
Punch through
Go go
K.O.
Tell me again how it's always about you
Tell me again how I'm nothing without you
Left right
Fight fight
Three four
Who wants more?
Tell me again how it's always about you
Tell me again how I'm nothing without you
Tell me again how I hit like a girl
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9. |
DGAF
02:45
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Think of the children
Think of the neighbors
Think of your credit
Watch your behavior
IDGAF, IDGAF
Clean out your inbox
Clean up your aura
Clean up your schedule
You slacker, you horror
IDGAF, IDGAF
Nice girls don't
Nice girls don't go there
Nice girls go nowhere
Nice girls go nowhere
Don't take the subway
Don't take the sidewalk
Don't take the alley
Stay on your own block
IDGAF, IDGAF
What about thunder?
What about earthquakes?
What if you get hurt?
What if you break?
IDGAF, IDGAF
Nice girls don't
Nice girls don't go there
Nice girls go nowhere
Nice girls go nowhere
Think of the wrinkles
Think of the sunlight
Think of your waistline
Think of the cellulite
Think of your eyesight
Think of your posture
Think of your mother
And what it will cost her
Think of the sick days
Think of the day care
Think of the male gaze
Think of the gray hair
Don't read the comments
Don't go on Reddit
Don't post your status
Forget it, forget it
Nice girls don't
Nice girls don't go there
Nice girls go nowhere
Nice girls go nowhere
IDGAF, IDGAF
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10. |
After All
01:55
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And after all it was never about
Conquering the corner office in the party dresses
If you're gonna to teach the girls to run the world
You'd better teach the boys to pick up their own messes
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11. |
Badlands
06:47
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Someone was talking about a pipeline
Saying come on in, the water's fine, the water's all mine
If there'd been gas, some kind of fracking
Maybe I could've gotten back in the game after all
You and me, we're too cool
Too beautiful for the rules to apply
And I am tired of waiting
This used to be the Old West
Now it's the home of drag-chute speed tests
I still got my cowboy dreams
And if you're talking about a new frontier
I'll tell you: it's here. It's right here.
You and me, we're too cool
Too beautiful for the rules to apply
And I am tired of waiting
Beware the things that weigh you down
When you're plotting an escape
Beware the voices that condemn you
Kneel down now and let us pray
It's you and me alone tonight
Standing up to a world of lost causes and lost souls
You're so fine, so rarefied
You look so pretty with the light shining through the bullet holes
I'm a six-gun, I'm a six-gun, yeah, I'm a gun tonight
I am tired of waiting.
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Liz + the Baguettes Chicago, Illinois
Indie rock + alt-country + post-punk = post-country. At least that's what we tell ourselves.
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