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The Control 03:36
THE CONTROL And many say: You should learn self-control You know? Control yourself God help your soul Cause many think: The population needs control Like we a virus for The Center For Disease Control So they control the ground A soldier’s vow Canisters of tear gas To control the crowd And control the substance To control the quality And set price controls To control economies And you could be part Of the control group The grand experiment To see what these controls do Hypothesis: They produce a Lust for control As natural a reflex As muscle control And the result is: You so scared to lose control And you so scared to lose control And you so scared to lose control Lose control? CHORUS And you say: You so scared to lose control Of this itty-bitty life That you control Gotta lose your hold On the cruise control Or get hung by a noose Made of do’s and don’ts And it’s so hard to keep control But control is illusion, Ruse and smoke Lose your hold On the cruise control Or you snooze And the music’s gone Calorie intake The nicotine dream Keep those hands and feet And teeth clean and Bite the nails and Trim the beard And be sure not to laugh too loud Or seem weird and Keep money in the bank Keep cards to your chest Just above the vest Just above the monogrammed ‘S’ So to never show The scars on your chest And the rest of your flesh Is not part of the tour and Control your words To control the way they see you Give em just enough So that they see That you’re not see-through Control your art And control your family Past, present, future To control your sanity Control emotions Sew devotion And control the seams So to not seem controlling Until the day you’re awoken, Broken In no shape To try to hold back the ocean And it creeps in at first Through the cracks in the molding You pretend not to notice Even though there’s No one else around And quietly and steadily The water level keeps rising And you’re standing On a chair now Flippin through The New York Times And you could probably Swim to safety But now you’re hangin From the fixtures And there’s not a lot of air left A good grip is all you know CHORUS
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Tiny Drill (free) 03:30
TINY DRILL CHORUS It’s so simple when I think about The way that I need you There is no question Second-guessin I don’t wonder if it’s true And then I promise when I go I will be back before you know This is a song that you Can listen to When I am far from home And on those days When you feel crazy Feel so sad, I will Bore directly through your skull With a tiny little drill And then whatever’s going Wrong in there I’ll fix it with my tools And in exchange I only ask You stay forever, that’s the rules That’s the last rule Then out with the rulebook One rule that could rule them all On top of that hill Like who’s gonna fall? So high Get struck with the vertigo Like a bird of prey When he looks below And he thinks about… What’s he think about? He doesn’t think at all He just falls, just, just just falls And it might be the greatest fear That I got I could say the wrong thing Do the wrong thing That I can’t take back Wake up one morning Find you are gone and That’s that – over and out It’s a drunk thought But it’s soberin now Don’t need a therapist Just to know what it’s about Cause you and I both know That’s just craziness It’s the gremlin On the wing of the plane Tryin to take it apart Like piece by piece So take it to heart When I speak my piece Say let’s make a break For the parachute And on the way down We could make out When we hit the ground we could Run, run, run away Get a rail pass Can’t wait another day Cause look at the way We gotta hide what we’re doin Good days and you’re Mine for the choosin Bad days and you’re Mine for the losin Most days feel fine in the mind But there’s times when It’s kinda like blind to the brusin But I wanna be all the way there Not clandestine – so kill the lights Tryin to get away, into the night Then you put your arms Around me And we tumble to the ground And then you say… Put your arms around me Then we tumble to the ground And then you say… Don’t look now, but I think… CHORUS
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THE PUNCHING BAG CHORUS My pretty little punching bag My pretty little punching bag Punch him back My pretty little punching bag You my pretty little punching bag Why don’t You just punch him back? Punch him back And if you rollin with the punches Then punches just keep on comin And if you not punchin back Don’t tell me you are not A punching bag Now – how many times Did it happen like this? You stand there pissed With a balled-up first With a knot in your throat Got rocked with a blow Got knocked to the floor But you didn’t do sh sh sh sh sh… Way too scared, it’s not fair Look around the room And you’re team’s not there You all alone Gotta find your phone Gotta find your way home and Yeah right he was bigger than you And yeah right It was him and his crew But, least you coulda done… Thrown a punch Or not apologize For the shoulder bump That set the whole thing off In the first place Now you lookin in the street For some first aid The other guy’s out runnin around And you on 1st Ave With blood in your mouth What a jerk, what a toy Pathetic boy So uffin sad, guess guess guess That’s why they call you that: The human punching bag CHORUS The punching bag was specifically Designed to absorb pain To receive punishment To take the impact of the fist Again and again and again In that moment – of the impact The punching bag is, For the person Attached to the fist, Every wrong that needs correction Every thing That should be punched The bag, A self-proclaimed pacifist, Is born taught and tough But eventually begins To sag and wheeze And even spill its innards When the punchers knuckles Begin to bruise He blames the bag He punches again, this time With all his might And the bag swings wildly Barely conscious now Swinging back, the heavy bag Catches the proud puncher unaware But this is no victory Just an accidental retribution Soon to be forgotten Because after all, nobody Nobody gives a god damn About the punching bag And the truth is If he had hands The punching bag Would probably punch himself too It is all he knows… CHORUS
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TAKING YOUR FATHER TO THE DOCTOR Just another rainy day Swear I never seen so many Shades of grey Make you wanna just fade away It’s a numbness Cuts like razor blades and I’m half-awake in this Sleepy little waiting room Half-awake in this Sleepy part of town Left pops with the doctors Troop to the boardwalk Ignore the rain Same way we ignore thoughts Just take em back Like they were store-bought But in the back It’s the steady hush Like the way the shore talks But up close You can grasp the meaning Crashing, screaming I bought a sleep mask Lately I’ve been dreaming And in the parking lot I contemplated leaving Sorry pops I’m just used to Making stuff rhyme… There may not be enough time Probably never know What you been through And I am scared to death That you are who I’m turning into CHORUS I’ll tell you what though I’ll tell you what though I’ll tell you what I will pick you up so You don’t have to take the subway And be another ghost in the crowd On a Monday I’ll tell you what though I’ll tell you what I’m not sure That I can stitch you up Now – you could make the case That heartbreak is permanent The sheer hurt of it Leave a man invertebrate He builds a levee wall To keep the blood from surgin And the beat once proud Quiets down to a murmurin Here’s a different version - Tell me if you heard of it There is a purpose Even if there’s no reversin it Love could turn an ordinary Person to a surgeon And the heart now healed Beats louder than at first it did But I probably Wasn’t thinking this In the waiting room chair That I am slinking in Sleepy-eyed receptionist, Erica Ask could she turn on the TV Good morning, America And in the cold, blue glow From the screen I disappear, From my nose to my feet Just a cloudy mind floating Inundated, outside it is soaking Seems strange So close to the ocean They call my name Once again we are closed in We barely speak, Sittin side by side Till the doctor walks by Says you’re gonna be fine And I’m shocked At what I don’t feel A fish in a bowl full of oatmeal CHORUS (with variation on last line) I really don’t think That I can stitch you up Now… I guess that we should head home I’ll drop you off at your place Then I should get going And taped to your front door Is a photograph of the sunset On the Verrazano Bridge It lights the whole island With color so soft, You kinda float off With a slow loft But it’s unbalanced Like you don’t see it fair That bridge is beautiful But you don’t even see it there Just the land in the distance… A second chance Where the sand Doesn’t sink so quick CHORUS (with variation on last line) We are ordinary people Who can stitch you up
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Now There Is 01:55
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SOME MORE AIR CHORUS (a lot of oohs) Light a stogue Even though I shouldn’t smoke it And watch the cars pass by And the boats And the couples And the birds And the dogs And the trains And I’m still havin trouble With the words But it’s ok Fill the rest of the page With a sketch of a brown-eyed swan, Then crumple that page and throw it In the Pond, cause That’s where the swan belongs Used to move words Just to perfume the ambiance, Then steadily The need to speak Got replaced by the need To breathe deep Beneath the beat Started seein certain peaks I didn’t need to reach Cause New York made me spit Just for fear of being spat on Nowadays I do it for the pep That it puts in my step Like I got my new hat on And I hum it to myself When I wear my favorite jacket Like… CHORUS And it doesn’t get easier Every day ups the risk of the Freezer burn As surely as the leaves’ll turn And the seas’ll churn Even if you cease to learn That’s how it be some terms You and your best friend On decent terms And he walks away When he ought to stay And simple words put together Seem so hard to say Like… I’m sorry… I’m sorry And the air’s getting crisper The Mistral comes and shakes the trees And you stand underneath And you rake the leaves And you put em in a pretty little pile And when you turn your back To the wind, it kicks up, And swirls through the grass And the leaves get picked up And now you right back At the point where you started Leaves all over the yard Now you could put your head down Do it all again Or decide that it wasn’t meant to be Or you could get mad at yourself And the wind, stay mad For the next couple weeks Swear to God it won’t happen again Make a promise That you could never keep Or you could understand That it’s out of your control And with that, you could laugh heartily What’s it gonna be? CHORUS And when you open your mouth To laugh The wind comes rushing in To fill your lungs And it’s like breathing… It’s like breathing For the very first time And it feels so good I’m comin up for air I’m comin up, comin up for air I don’t care (repeat)

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released November 22, 2010

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