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Biggest Fish
04:00
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You’re the biggest, greatest fish in this fragile shrinking pond.
You’ve got that act down well. You’re the center of this song.
And that’s so great hun, let’s put it on the fridge.
And that’s so great hun, come to get, come tuck me in.
You’ve kept yourself enabled. I applaud you for that.
But, the act you’re keeping up has its well bored out cracks.
You’re the biggest, greatest fish in this, but it’s such a sad pond.
It’s a survival skill. Hell, it’s worked for this long.
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2. |
Summon Us All Up
04:23
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I was in bed, half asleep, not alone, when I got the call.
She couldn't breathe, lost her feet, she said,
“Please, I’m about to fall.”
Where is Superman? The Flash? Where’s the next Hulk
when they’re all tired and lost their nerve after the bomb?
“I can’t think, need a drink, Vicodins to steady my nerves.
If I am the last to survive, well, what is that worth?
Who replaces Superman? The Flash? Where’s the next Hulk
when they’re all tired and lost their nerve after the bomb?”
I’m to expect that I’ll feel incomplete for quite a while.
But to get up, keep routines, face the day, even fake a smile.
“For this too shall pass,” it’s said and it’s said cuz it’s true.
When next they summon us all up, it’ll just be me and you.
We’ll drag ourselves along til we find purpose anew.
And, if that never comes, you've got me and I've got you.
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4. |
Girls
03:46
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What’s with these girls-girls-girls hovering around me?
All of these girls-girls laughing at something I can’t see.
Tell all these girls-girls-girls I won’t take care of them
if all these girls don’t smile when I approach.
They’ll never warm up to me.
Not this time around.
Maybe next time I’ll be so handsome they’ll be fighting about
Which of these girls really really loves me
Which of these girls will draw me a bath.
Tell all these girls-girls-girls stop acting like children
or I’ll cover my ears and act like one too.
They’ll never warm up to me.
Not this time around.
Maybe next time I’ll have so much talent there’ll be little doubt
How much these girls really really need me.
Without me these girls-girls-girls, they won’t be complete.
Make sure these girls-girls-girls
They know that they’re wanted.
But hey you, you girls, we need not have spoke.
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5. |
Disposing of “The Need”
03:52
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I need your honey scent. Your amber brown tone.
And me, I must depend upon your passing glance to get by.
It seems that then, I should wait til when you want me to come home.
Or be that man who just casts about to parts unneeded/unknown.
And I should stop before these thoughts get the best of me.
Before I sit on the edge of my bed and I recall it all as if it was a dream.
…What I mean… it’s like the scene from when we were at your house
and you left marks upon my throat.
…Or that love note we read and we laughed and wept.
Well yeah that was mean, but who was to know.
…Your sweet white peach... we planted the seed
and you took a bet. You said that nothing would grow.
And I should stop before these thoughts consume the whole of me.
Before I sit on the edge of my bed and relive it all as if it was a dream.
What I mean is … I need your honey scent. Your amber brown tone.
And me, I must depend upon your passing glance to get by.
It seems that then, I should wait til when you want me to come home.
Or be that man who just casts about to parts unneeded/unknown.
And I should stop before these thoughts make a fool of me
Before I sit on the edge of my bed and I want it all as if it was a dream.
What I mean is that you’re facing me, you put your hand on my cheek
and say “you poor thing, you need a home.”
… …
I wake up it’s morning.
I’m so much better now.
So much better now.
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6. |
Interstitial #2 (Duet)
02:27
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[instrumental]
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7. |
I Wish The Best For You
03:17
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You called out of the blue.
Saying, “I’ve got a book for you.”
You seem so innocent.
Wanting to still be friends.
Well, I wish the best for you.
Maybe that’s the truth.
But, hun we won’t be friends
What would that prove?
I know what we had.
Let's not regain it but I know where it went.
And, oh, here’s a sturdy hand.
To pull you from the past and off to what’s next.
I’m so happy with my memories of you.
Stealing road signs and riding out your moods.
We take to the cure and hide in our separate rooms.
I’m so happy with my memories of you.
You called out of the blue.
Saying, “I’ve got a book for you.”
You seem so innocent.
Wanting to still be friends.
Well, I wish the best for you.
Maybe that’s the truth.
But, hun we won’t be friends
What would that prove?
I know what we had.
Let's not regain it but I know where it went.
And, oh, here’s a sturdy hand.
To pull you from the past and off to what’s next.
I wish the best for you.
Maybe that’s the truth.
I'm not a crazy on a bike built for two.
And, oh, with a learned hand,
I’ll lose your message and not care where it went.
I wish the best for you.
Maybe that’s the truth.
But, hun we won’t be friends
What would that prove?
I wish the best for you.
Maybe that’s the truth.
But, hun we won’t be friends
What would that prove?
And, oh, with a learned hand,
I’ll lose your message and not care where it went.
I wish the best for you.
Maybe that’s the truth.
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