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Don't ask me shit
Like how am I doing
When you know where we live
Nebraska again, no car and no saving
Nebraska, this shit is meaningless
The politics are fixed, the good life was a lie
Can't afford this studio apartment
But if we moved to Southern California
We would still be less screwed
Kicked back under a better moon
Yeah cause you will never change
You traded it all for small-town fame
You said I'm your brother, you bring family shame
Almost forgot your name, but not your game
Got years and got pounds
Got sick of the small towns
So bored we started using
Friends, we all got friends we're losing
Nebraska, this shit is meaningless
The politics are fixed, the good life was a lie
Can't afford this studio apartment
But if we moved to Southern California
We would still be less screwed
Be back under a better moon
I wish we could go there now
Cause you will never change
You traded it all for small-town fame
You said I'm your brother, you bring family shame
Almost forgot your name
Yeah you will never change
Traded it all for small-town fame
Said I'm your brother, you bring family shame
Almost forgot your name, but not your game
I hope you're happy with small-town fame
I wish you well, don't need the same.
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2. |
Road To Pasadena
03:27
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There is a road to Pasadena
And there is a way to where you wanna go
Don't you know if you stop looking, honey
You'll find something cooking up slow
Ah but you don't care for California
Ah it beats Nebraska when it's Alaska cold
This winter snow, but it's not always greener
The fire's much meaner I'm told
Nothing but time to lose
One more rhyme
This is the crime I choose
Went for a walk in the shivering sunshine
Autumn's hot and springtime's just as bold
But I don't fold, I reach for your hand and
Found something warmer to hold
Nothing at all to prove
It's only life and
We've got a while to cruise
There is a road to Pasadena
Yeah, there is a road to Pasadena.
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3. |
Slow Poetry Afternoon
02:27
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So tired of the ambulance
Starts my day off with death
Thank God for the evidence
Of life I guess
You were born on
Your own island
Washed ashore no
Bottled lightning
You've got to live for yourself
You got to live for yourself
Slow poetry afternoon
I guess you call this a slump
So much to feel and write and do
Guess I'll go get drunk
It's been years and
you should know man
Gotta let go
Start a new band
You've got to play for yourself
You got to live for yourself
How is the weather
Down wherever you are?
Try not to think about
The times in the car
Where I led you on
A wild goose chase
I never had no direction
I never had much taste.
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4. |
Farewell To The Sadness
03:32
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Farewell to the sadness
Crystal clear in the dark
Where I feel with my madness
Un-alone in my heart
And if you go, I will follow
"If you want," I should say
Fast or slow, no tomorrow
Riding wheels of yesterday.
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Another Side
03:47
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A poet writes her lines
In a studio apartment
She gets up early to get it down
But her boyfriend often whines
He never knew a word her heart meant
He just complains about the way it sounds
But his other side wants you
His other side needs you
It goes "I wanna stay together
wrote a poem for you
Worse or better"
A poet somewhere sighs
In a car with her best friend
She gets away so she can stretch her mind
And boyfriend's getting high
Makes a list of ways to make amends
He reads her poems a couple times
His other side
His other side
And though
Sometimes I wanna be alone
You know
I can't wait for you to be home
Pretty poet, please come back home
Please come back home
But his other side wants you
His other side needs you
It goes "I wanna stay together
wrote a poem for you
Worse or better"
My other side
Another side.
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6. |
Make It Right
03:15
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Last nite I was such a dick
And I know I said it once before
But I don't wanna be an a-hole anymore
Takes a lot of work being a jerk
And I just wanna make this work
No I never really felt like this before
So hey pretty-pretty,
I think you're fine
And I just wanna make you smile
Even if it takes a while, I will
Wanna make you feel worthwhile
I will make it right
I will make it right
To you
Last nite was an elevator
Taking us to every floor
But I don't want to take that gamble anymore
Takes a little trust with an open head
And faith without works is dead
No I never really fell like this before
So hey pretty-pretty,
I think you're fine
And I just wanna make you smile
Even if it takes a while, I will
Wanna make you feel worthwhile
I will make it right
I will make it right
To you.
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7. |
The Harmony Game
03:13
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Garfunkel can't forgive Simon
Cause Simon only cares about rhymin'
And now the bridge above the trouble they're finding
Has been burned - oh the tides they turn
Garfunkel can't stomach cryin'
Cause in his heart he knows Simon's lyin'
And now the only healing sound is the silence
Of the words left unheard
I know you like I know myself
And the road it always winds
I owe you like I owe myself
Who knows what comes with time
If only for the lonely music
I could spare a line
La la la la
La la la la
If only for the lonely music
I could spare a line
La la la la
La la la la
Garfunkel still thinks of Simon
Cause in his heart he knows Simon's tryin'
And now the boxer in the ring is just fighting
With the floor - cause who's keeping score?
Whoa the road it always winds
Yeah, Who knows what comes with time
If only for the lonely music
I could spare a line
La la la la
La la la la.
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8. |
Lose Friends
03:20
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Lose friends in your twenties
If you make it that long
Lose friends, you'll lose plenty
Some are dead and gone
Some just do you wrong
If you don't know by now
Life was never easy
If you don't know by now
Let yourself down slowly
Everything you love
One day pass away
But love lasts forever
Least that's what they say
To the dreamer
I don't go to no more funerals
When friends I love pass by
God knows it's not that personal
I'm just avoiding those alive
Tryna make a buck on a cut from a past life
If you don't know by now
Nothing lasts forever
If you don't know by now
Hold your lover tighter
Everything you made
Castle in the sand
Everything you did
Ah did it lend a hand
To the dreamer?
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9. |
Living On Luck
04:41
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Sunrise
In my mind's eye, no
Life passes me by
So it goes
But I don't feel alone
Living on luck, fresh out of the stuff
Leaving that empty glass behind
And if it takes me nowhere
At least I'll know where I can find
A better place to waste time
Pain in the worst way
Never fades
But you try not to die
Before your fate
Who needs friends anyway?
Living on luck, fresh out of the stuff
Leaving that empty glass behind
And if it takes me nowhere
At least I'll know where I can find
A better place to waste time.
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