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Where You Are
02:57
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Got out, left town, and traveled east.
Fled and hitched yourself to the
Northernmost artery.
And even though you had friends among the
Hemlocks and the pines,
You never were the type of person just to
Stand idly by where you are.
Yeah, where you are.
No sense of home but you were free.
Pictured yourself when you thought of
Dean Moriarty.
‘Cause your right of passage was dust-jacketed
In orange stripes
Like every other twenty-something on the road
To being defined by where you are.
Watch out, kid has got a handle
On a second-hand philosophy.
And now he’s been lighting candles
And driving with his hands off of the wheel.
Trotting out your new Tao,
Will it keep you in the here and now?
Got out, left town, and traveled east.
Fled and filled your head with scenes of
Gotham fantasy.
And despite the fact that you had half a plan
And two months’ rent,
You thought you finally had arrived at a place
You could be content with where you are.
Watch out, kid has got a handle
On a second-hand philosophy.
And now he’s been lighting candles
And driving with his hands off of the wheel.
Trotting out your new Tao,
Will it keep you in the here and now?
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Reveling
03:05
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Let’s make a break for the stairs,
This Underground has got me brooding tirelessly.
We’ll find a place to repair,
Somewhere that we can get a glass of something cheap
And argue over how to spell Dostoyevsky [Dostoevsky?]
Before it’s morning and the whole cycle repeats.
We’re allowed to be reveling
In the in-between.
We’re allowed to be reveling
In the in-between.
Let’s get out into the night,
Under the engines of the jet-setting Elites,
Tracing their path in blinking lights.
Might not have status but a kid can always dream.
Might not have dreams yet but I’m capable of sleep.
Might not be sleeping but I didn’t think I’d be.
We’re allowed to be reveling
In the in-between.
We’re allowed to be reveling
In the in-between.
In the in-between.
In the in-between.
In the in-between.
Let’s get a train to Montrose,
Back to the temporary place we keep our things.
I know they’re all running local,
I’m in no hurry, I just want to be moving
In the direction of my mattress and box spring
So I can lie there half awake, half awaiting.
We’re allowed to be reveling
In the in-between.
We’re allowed to be reveling
In the in-between.
(In the in-between)
We’re allowed to be reveling
(We’re allowed to be)
In the in-between.
(In the in-between)
We’re allowed to be reveling
In the in-between.
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3. |
Darling Come Home
02:57
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He wants a little brass ring
Fastened to her finger.
She wants him home ‘cause he wants to
(Not ‘cause he needs to) be.
They talk on his empty roads
And her television shows.
It goes, “Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?”
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
She picks up all his songs off the floor
And neatly arranges them.
A hiccup that won’t go away
Though she denies it oxygen.
She picks up with a sigh and a strain
Every time he telephones.
It goes, “Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?”
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home
Where your darling’s waiting at
The door
And her heart is wondering what
It’s for
While you’re out there wandering
Other shores?
Where’s your mind, kid?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
Darling I miss you,
When are you going to come home?
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4. |
You and Me in the PRC
02:19
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Another chime, another delay
On the L, but that’s the MTA.
I’m getting tired of delinquent trains,
It might be time we switch to the 地铁.
You and me in the PRC.
Meridiem on my mind.
Americans: we sure do love a divide.
And as for PM2.5,
You know we can just spend all day inside.
You and me in the PRC.
(You and me)
You and me in the PRC.
(You and me)
You and me in the PRC.
(You and me)
You and me in the PRC.
(You and me)
You and me in the PRC.
(You and me)
You and me in the PRC.
(You and me)
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Yuri
02:52
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Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri you
Capture New York
The way I could never do in words.
Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri you’re a talent
Rare to this square
Of IP thieves and used book dealers.
Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri you
See water towers
When we’re all looking down at our screens.
So Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri won’t you
Draw me another?
I think I’ve got 10 more here on me.
When it all goes to embers
‘Cause the logic was “save the banks,”
You’ll remember
The life in the architecture.
Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri you
Capture New York
The way I‘d like to remember it.
Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri your perspective
Blesses the crowd
Of drug store patrons and hedge fund pricks.
So Yuri Yuri Yuri Yuri won’t you
Draw me another?
I think I’ve got 10 more here on me.
When you no longer render
(Please don’t you throw)
It a sight to behold, don’t throw
(Out your paper)
Pen and paper
Out with the fountain water.
And when it all goes to embers
(When it all goes)
‘Cause the logic was “save the banks,”
(Down to embers)
You’ll remember
The life in the architecture.
When you no longer render
(Please don’t you throw)
It a sight to behold, don’t throw
(Out your paper)
Pen and paper
Out with the fountain water.
And when it all goes to embers
(When it all goes)
‘Cause the logic was “save the banks,”
(Down to embers)
You’ll remember
The life in the architecture.
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6. |
Greener Pasture Blues
02:57
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Scouring the back of an old Lonely Planet,
Attempting to gather the publishing date.
Our endangered address is seemingly absent.
It’s from 10 years back, think we might be too late.
Standing beneath a Parisian cathedral,
Attempting to feel something larger than me.
But all I can speak to are its Gothic details.
I’m Lost like my heroes, oh well, c’est la vie.
I’ve always heard that the knowledge we earn
Isn’t commensurate with what we learn.
That brings me here to the present concern:
This might get the symptoms, but won’t be the cure.
Climbing the steps of a Hunanese temple,
Attempting to wrestle some clarity free.
But sticks of incense are inadequate vessels
For something ancestral but not to my tree.
Searching for opposite pastures imbued
With those reportedly vivid green hues.
But I’m only finding one thing to be true:
It’s all just a shade of the same old blues.
It’s all just a shade of the same old blues.
It’s all just a shade of the same old blues.
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7. |
Christopher St
04:16
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Walk me around the block,
The Village is finally quiet.
Walk me around the block,
It’s just us and the twilight.
The bristle in the air, the thistle in my head,
And all my non-sequiturs terribly wed.
Won’t you walk me around the block?
And to hell with the timing.
‘Cause we’ve got the time my love,
We’ve got the type of love
That keeps us going in circles
All of the time.
Walk me around the block,
All of Christopher St is yours.
Walk me around the block,
All the locals have fled indoors
To their partially scripted and furtive memoirs,
Still cloaked in fiction and yet to bare all.
We’ll peer through the windows of
Three-story homes.
I’d give you the town but I’ll
Need it on loan while I
Wait for my human interest to accrue.
Besides, we’re not stable,
We’re just passing through.
And that’s fine
‘Cause we’ve got the time my love,
We’ve got the type of love
That keeps us going in circles
All of the time.
We’ve got the time my love,
We’ve got the type of love
That keeps us going in circles
All of the time.
We’ve got the time my love,
We’ve got the type of love
That keeps us going in circles
(Going in circles)
All of the time.
We’ve got the time my love,
We’ve got the type of love
That keeps us going in circles
All of the time.
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The Lives of Famous Men
Hailing from Alaska and based primarily in Los Angeles, The Lives of Famous Men draw on wide ranging musical traditions to create a sound all their own. This unique brand of art-pop makes for a danceable live performance that’s landed them on stages from MTV’s Campus Invasion Tour to Jimmy Kimmel Live! Their new album Greener Pasture Blues is out now. ... more
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