1. |
Welcome To The Show
03:10
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Welcome to the show. (3:10) (185 bpm)
Welcome to the show, I’ve spent the last 4 years getting to know, how to climb back out of a nervous breakdown.
I’ve been crashing cars and breaking hearts and watching bridges explode; something beautiful to write about.
I’ve been drinking too much and playing with guns and wrecking homes I never cared for much.
This time tomorrow I’ll be dead and you’ll be gone.
This time tomorrow I’ll be laughing, I’ll be singing you this song.
This time tomorrow I’ll be laughing hysterical. Another song you left behind.
So turn up that cruise control back on.
Turn up all your favorite songs.
And sing sing sing sing for me.
Sing sing sing sing for me.
I guess we’ll always have faith to fall back on.
I’ve been through worse than this before this.
We didn’t fall for nothing, We were risking lives to write the perfect line.
I’ve seen it a thousand times before.
And great poets lost their minds,
Hunter Thompson’s laughing from the afterlife.
That record making’s gonna make you break your bank and wind up on the street playing for free in subway cars with broken strings.
So turn it up real loud I wanna hear that sound.
I wanna see your minds moving around. Don’t know how long until we’re finally buried underground.
This time tomorrow I’ll be dead and you’ll be gone.
This time tomorrow I’ll be laughing, I’ll be singing you this song.
I was searching for God only to find lost souls posing as devils and even worse were churches claiming to hold the key to our soul.
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The Police Have Been Called and My Hands Are Red (2:21) (190 bpm)
Baby come here, you can’t swear to me this makes any sense why we’re still here.
I hear sirens in my head. I thought I was dead. In walks you and I cue the goddamn music those legs need a beat behind their steps. Spin you around, spin you by the waste. What does it take? What does it take?
I’m feeling right now everything will be alright tonight if we can get out of here alive.
No we don’t have time for this. No we don’t have time for this.
Because I can’t get it out of my head. These viscous screams what does this mean and I pray to God I can change I can change these things, but I look in your eyes and my disguise is breaking.
I’m feeling right now everything will be alright tonight if we can get out of here alive.
Get in the car girl we don’t have time for this. We’ll look at the engine after we get there. We have to go. We have to go. We have to go.
Oh I pray to God. I look at your halo every day. Look at your halo every day breaking.
Oh we’ve got to learn to live with this.
I’m feeling right now everything will be alright tonight if we can get out of here alive.
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3. |
Hi, It's Me
03:04
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Hi, it’s Me. (3:04) (190)
Hi, it’s me. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it tonight.
I hope you’ll understand just why.
I wrote this song last summer when you were a lunatic, when you always kept a bottle in your purse. I loved the way you would dance. You’d swing your soul for the world to see. You looked like the naked sun some nights. With your hair in your eyes; I couldn’t if I tried.
Hi, it’s me. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it tonight.
I hope you’ll understand just why.
I know you’ve grown but I liked it when it used to be just you and me dancing in the night.
I swore you could fly if you put your mind to it right. And part of me still wishes you’d try.
Scribbling notebooks at 4am yeah yeah. And dancing on the window ledge yeah yeah.
Hi, it’s me. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it tonight.
I hope you’ll understand just why.
I know you’ve grown but I liked it when it used to be just you and me dancing in the night.
Whiskey bottles and partying out of control. Somewhere along the line you gave all that up and I wonder if you lost yourself.
I noticed you’re wearing new clothes now. I noticed you don’t smile as much. I noticed you got a weird look in your eye. Did something scare you more than you’d like to know? Did something scare you more than you’d like to know?
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4. |
A Hero's Nightmare
03:12
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A Hero’s Nightmare (3:12) (180 bpm)
I’d like to know where you’re going to so I can come with you.
I’d like to know who you think you are and where you’ve been before.
I’d like to know who your father kissed to bring you to life. If I could get a glimpse of her, I think I’d be alright.
Don’t worry now, you’re in a hero’s nightmare.
Don’t worry now, if you should fall you’ll find another hero.
Don’t worry now if your hero should say good bye.
Every time I think I’ve finally got you right where I want you, you are gone before the day breaks.
Hero’s and lovers were so far above us they left me for dead. But here I am.
Standing tall again and planning my beautiful revenge. I am coming for you.
I walk up to you with a wicked smile and grab your hand.
But Every time I think I’ve finally got you right where I want you, you are gone before the day breaks. Hero’s and lovers were so far above us they left me for dead. And even the lovers were so cold. Even the lovers were freezing to death.
Don’t worry that pretty little of yours. I tried to warn you about this. I always get the last laugh. Even when heroes are dead.
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5. |
Hollywood
02:53
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Hollywood (2:54) (165 bpm)
We were here before you walked through the door.
And now you're looking at me.
But this I assure aint what you came for.
This place, it aint your scene.
Now you’re going to every audition praying for a chance and these parties seem more pathetic than glamorous.
And you want to be in films but not a Hollywood piece of shit. You want a real film with a credible director and well developed characters.
Now you’re walking around the city of Angels and you’re crying on the phone. Trying to control your tone when you call back home “everything’s fine ma.” Cocaine parties and models posing as actresses. It’s time to adapt kid. Do you think you can handle this?
Don’t look at me babe. I aint no Hollywood star. Something aint right here. Do you know where you are?
Stay awake. Stand up straight. Stay away from all your pretty new friends cocaine. You’re all right, give it a fight. Don’t be intimidated by these Hollywood types.
Your father erased your number from his phone. Don’t bother calling anymore. He don’t know why you can’t afford just one ticket home.
Don’t look at me babe. I aint no Hollywood star. Something aint right here. Do you know where you are?
Your dad don’t understand. Get his words out of your head. Do all you can girl. Do all that you can. And if that’s not good enough try harder work harder ‘cause you didn’t come here to fail. Welcome to Hollywood.
You practice your lines and you exercise and you picture yourself in bright yellow lights. This routine, your job and the way you feel are only temporary.
Don’t look at me babe. I aint no Hollywood star. Something aint right here. Do you know where you are?
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6. |
It's A Crime
02:57
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It’s a Crime (2:58) (170 bpm)
It's such a crime man. How long you been here.
We just arrived and we blew you out the water.
It’s a waste man. We don’t even try and you keep getting high on your good looks and melodies. We don’t care. We don’t care.
It’s a shame man. Your band is a cliché.
You're shooting off your mouth but you've got nothing to say.
It’s a waste man. Cause we don't even try.
I lost my mind. Tell me, why should I even try?
So here we are man you've heard this song before.
I'm gonna kill tonight and even out that score.
I can't see straight, I've been drunk for 30 days.
I can't see straight, what went wrong? What went wrong?
It's such a crime man.
You're jumping on a fad.
You're acting like the man and you still can't even dance.
It's a waste man.
‘Cause I don't even try.
I lost my mind. Tell me, why should I even try?
So here we are man you've heard this song before.
I'm gonna kill tonight and even out that score.
I can't see straight, I've been drunk for 30 days.
I can't see straight, what went wrong? What went wrong?
Here we are man you've heard this song before.
You came here for a fight and found yourself a war.
Well, I've seen you around, what are you waiting for, waiting for man?
I've seen you around, what are you waiting for?
So, here we are man. I know you've heard this song before.
I'm gonna kill tonight and even out this score.
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7. |
My Dreams
03:14
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My Dreams (3:15) (170 bpm)
I guess the snow will keep us warm in our homes if we never brave the cold.
With vodka in my throat I will sing a thousand songs for you. I guess that’s something you always knew.
So shine down on me from wherever you are. Let it snow. Let it snow.
Even superman fucked up sometimes. I drank too much. I didn’t feel right.
What are my dreams supposed to mean? (I’ll never know)
I never worry too much. I never gave it much thought you’d be leaving soon from my room. It’s that time of year when we all sleep on the wrong side of town.
I know where you live and if things ever get too out of control I’m coming back for you. We’ll go down to the river and see what all the stars are made of. The grass is always greener and you’re the neighbor’s lawn.
But now’s not the time. Things tonight don’t feel right. And I guess that the snow is what we need to keep us cold.
I’ll be there if you should fall. I will always carry you home.
Even superman fucked up sometimes. I drank too much. I don’t feel right.
What are my dreams supposed to mean? (I’ll never know)
I never worry too much. I never gave it much thought you’d be leaving soon from my room. It’s that time of year when we sleep on the wrong side of town
I’ll pick you up when the time is right. When there’s no one there and you can get out for a night. I’ve got a fake ID and bad intentions let’s give em something to watch from heaven.
Even superman fucked up sometimes. I drank too much. I don’t feel right.
What are my dreams supposed to mean? (I’ll never know)
I never worry too much. I never gave it much thought you’d be leaving soon from my room. It’s that time of year when we sleep on the wrong side of town.
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Hutson Was Struck By Lightning (2:18) (170 bpm)
Burn all your clothes, babe.
We don't need them where we're going.
I may rise on the cross tonight.
At least we'll always have this night.
If you see a light and you're crawling up the sky, know I'll miss you. I hope you'll miss me too.
All we've got are memories; crashing cars and love for the first time.
All we've got are memories; we've got nothing left so hold on.
Please raise the wicked and the mad and the ones you swore were damned.
When lightning crashes we’ll crawl on up the sky and we’ll look God right in his eyes.
He will ask what mattered most when you were young and maybe you answer your family, waiting for you to come home.
Burn all your clothes, babe.
We don't need them where we're going.
I may rise on the cross tonight.
And I feel like raising hell and I just might.
When lightning crashes we’ll crawl on up the sky and we’ll look God right in his eyes.
All we've got are memories; crashing cars and love for the first time.
All we've got are memories; we've got nothing left to hold on to.
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9. |
Django Reinhardt
02:00
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Django Reinhardt (2:01) (170 bpm)
Django Reinhardt was a gypsy.
Django Reinhardt caught on fire.
Django Reinhardt was a gypsy.
Woah oh oh. Woah oh oh oh oh.
Bella’s in the bedroom wrapped in blankets.
Bella’s in the bedroom sound asleep.
Celluloid flowers on the floor and carpet wrapped in paper blue and green.
And my friends pulled me out of the flames and shouts.
Bella you break my heart.
Hey! Wait I’m so sorry.
Bella baby, you know I can’t think straight when it’s this late.
Bella baby, I’m so sorry.
Then the war came and Nazi’s murdered everything but Doktor Jazz swears he’ll let me live if I learn to play again.
Oh Paris! Oh Paris! I long to walk your streets again; dead or alive.
Hey! Wait I’m so sorry.
Bella baby, you know I can’t think straight when it’s this late.
Bella baby, I’m so sorry.
Friends pulled me out of the flames and shouts.
Bella you break my heart.
And then the Nazi’s came and outlawed everything even dancing and I just couldn’t handle it. I think I’ll blow my brains to bits.
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10. |
Heaven
02:36
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Heaven (2:37) (165 bpm)
I look in your eyes and they don’t look alive and I wonder and cry “what side are we on man.” I don’t want to think and I don’t need a drink and I wonder if love is nothing more than lust for a time when everything seemed to be alright. And I wonder where I’ll be when your father dies.
I keep on trying to get to know you and I keep on trying to learn your every fear.
My love, we may never see the stars again. If you should speak of all your secrets, I’ll take them to the grave with me.
I am not alright. When I see you out at night I wanna scream “Hold me! I want your body! to keep my bones underneath my skin! I need your frail hands! to keep my heart from caving in!” and if your father dies, I’ll tell you everything I know about Heaven.
I keep on trying to get to know you and I keep on trying to learn your every fear.
Sometime, I know, you don’t feel so beautiful. If you should speak of all your secrets, I’ll take them to the grave with me.
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11. |
Train Song
02:49
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Train Song (2:50) (175 bpm)
It’s raining in Champaign. It washed all the snow away and I’ve got my eyes on the exit signs just in case.
For every minute spent and breath I wasted, I was close to tasting just one more hit one more hit before I leave. I hopped on this train hoping it’d take me anywhere from here to there just anywhere away from here.
Do you really think you can get to me? I don’t think so.
Do you really think you’re so unique? I don’t think so.
You could stop girl, any time you want to. You could stop this.
You could stop girl, any time you want to, and put these breaks in the ground.
I’m quiet with the guy sitting next to me. He says you can go where you please but you’ll find that your Vices follow close behind.
I’m checking my voice mail every 10 minutes for a voice that could stop this train. I would drop everything if she cared to call if she cared at all but still my patience is a Virtue.
Do you really think you can get to me? I don’t think so.
Do you really think you’re so unique? I don’t think so.
For someone who loves her body so much, you sure do lend it out an awful lot. I hope its worth it baby. Fire up the engine I am itchin to get out of this town. I want a girl who believes in Jesus and never learned how to tell a lie.
Do you really think you can get to me? I don’t think so.
Do you really think you’re so unique? I don’t think so.
So let’s say everything we always said but never meant for the last time. I’ve met my match. I’m gonna burn this city burn this city to the ground (burn it to the ground man.)
Do you really think you can get to me? I don’t think so.
Do you really think you’re so unique? I don’t think so.
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12. |
Pills
02:45
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Pills (2:46) (160 bpm)
Maybe you need more than pills.
Maybe I need more than patience still.
I’ll try this time.
I cannot dry your crying eyes.
I feel useless here tonight.
I cannot dry your crying eyes.
Maybe you should take those pills. I just think that any girl would kill to have the life that you do.
Because all in all we’re nothing but a couple of regrets. Maybe this time will be better than the last.
Parked in a car outside your place, we talk of love for the first time. I cannot dry your crying eyes. Call me when the cops show up. Can me when this night is finally done.
We were young, for the first time in our lives, we held each other right.
We laid still in a pile of sweat. We laid still on a night I can’t forget.
Because all in all we’re nothing but a couple of regrets. Maybe this time will be better than the last. Ridicule and summer school and all the things you hate, God bless my sins. I know I’m gonna do them again.
Maybe you need more than pills.
Maybe I need more than patience still.
I’ll try this time.
Because all in all we’re nothing but a couple of regrets. Maybe this time will be better than the last. Maybe this time will be better than the last. I hope so.
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13. |
Thank You
04:12
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Thank You. (4:13) (175 bpm)
I want to thank you for everything you said, before you flew away and your body fell for dead. And though I’ve come to realize my fears, I still wish you were here.
Your sister says everything is fine with you in Heaven. She told me once she sees you Sundays at 7. But if you ask me, I think that lady’s a bit crazy but maybe maybe in between her bible scripts and trembling lips she sings hymnals just for me.
La da da da da da da.
La da da da da da.
Hallelujah
Oh Christ is born.
I remember when our car broke down by that old country bar and every cowboy there swore that we came from Mars. But we drank with their daughters, fine whisky from the well. And drank the houselights on and sang country songs from hell.
La da da da da da da.
Sing your partner round and round.
I want to thank you for everything you said, before your soul popped out and your body fell for dead. And though I’ve come to realize my fears, I still wish you were here.
And if there’s one thing you should know, it’s ‘I told you so.’ There’s one thing I’d still love to know. Where did you go? Where did you go?
Your sister says everything is fine with you in Heaven. Swing your partner round and round and round. Round and round. And though I’ve come to realize my fears, I still wish you were here.
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14. |
Midnight Gospel
02:39
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Midnight Gospel (2:39)
I’ve been sleeping in churches at night. Anything to pass the time.
Sometimes the choir comes in and practices their hymns for Sunday.
My hands they won’t stop shaking. Her eyes are calm and porcelain.
Those statues of Mary in any calming face I cross with.
I miss your lips. I miss your lips and I dream of the night when you came in my arms.
I miss your hair.
Windows and lightning and porcelain eyes.
Angel it’s cold but the windows are open should you care to fly in for a while.
I’ve been seeing myself in an airplane. Floating across every sea. Picturing you there waiting for me. I remember that cold cold night when you said let’s try not to make sense of any of this. Just let it be. Let it be.
And when I sleep some night I can still hear your shoes stepping through the snow covered cobble stone made clear by the moon.
I miss your hair.
Windows and lightning and porcelain eyes.
Angel it’s cold but the windows are open should you care to fly in for a while.
Oh just let it be what it is. Just let it be what it is.
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