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Mightiest/Writiest Pen
1, 2, 3
Don't wanna be a prophet for you or for me
Get thee behind the loudest mic, yes
And it's glory be to you, I guess
1, 2, 3
Don't wanna be a prophet for you or for me
Rent's cheaper when you're riding on fences, and either side is so expensive
2, 3, 4
Cut my teeth and now they're falling to the floor
Recycled bits of thought on a good day
I lean close just to hear you say
Hallelujah
Thin spirit's gonna move right through ya
but the mightiest pen's not always the writiest pen, no
Hallelujah
You don't wanna be let down do ya?
It's crazy that the mightiest pen's not always the writiest pen, no
I heard a cry and told myself you were laughing
walking back, it would take so long to happen
anything at all
1, 2, 3
Propped on feelings that noone can ever see without the writiest pen
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Small Funk
02:24
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Small Funk
When we say “How ya doing?”
I guess I get it, but I think we need a new phrase
Because I can’t get no satisfaction
I never meant to be a stick in the mud this way
Happy helpers obey, okay
I’ll admit to, I’ll admit to it
Oh no, oh no…
I try to pick me up
But I hit the bottom and it gave out, what can I say?
Sometimes I lose, maybe I’ll gain
But I never ever never ever never, I never maintain
It’s a frustrating way, okay
Zeroed in for a second
It goes away, but it’s better than nothing
To remind me what’s missing
Oh just forget it and it’s back to the streets
Oh no
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Bad Harvest
03:57
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Bad Harvest
You'll never see yourself like you might see anybody else
It's just a simple fact you should know
And when it all dries up, despite your pleas, oh no
You ferret out all the weeds, and what do you have to show?
So you amazed yourself, it's understood
But how great's a journey when the end's no good?
It's a bad harvest
You guaranteed yourself on stuff you could never really know
your vows get hollowed out, don't you know?
The quotes you read on magnets and mugs in a gift shop
I wanna meet that guy, find out what he reaps and sows
Some things you can't remember, some disavowed
Try to find the difference but you just don't know how
It's a bad harvest
Your ten thousand hours for nothing- no credit
You're just a master of marking time
Run quickly through the light to more tunnels
You can count on your legs, but not your footing
I know, you know…
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How Could You Not Like Me?
I cannot wrap my whole head around
How could you not like me?
A lady once, now big, strong animal
How could you not like me?
It’s stupid, I know I shouldn’t but I do like to languish
A bubble, a little bubble and you don’t wanna break it, no
Well giddy up now, I’m running
I run as fast as reality chases
Don’t wanna face it
‘Cause I cannot wrap my whole head around
How could you not like me?
A lady once, then big time animal
How could you not like me?
My mouth, a tool sharpened for whatever needs fixin’
Everything, it’s all broken and I’ll wear it out until you see, yeah
But giddy up now, don’t worry
Don’t worry how these blinders impede me
My laser-stare can cut across a thicket good
From time to time I can dream, it’s you and me, we’re flying ‘round the neighborhood
When I let my flowers grow, you’d never water but I’d never say you should
So the worst thing you could say every time I thought we were in line was I was all over the place
But I cannot wrap my head around
How could you not like me?
A lady, yes, but I’m still animal
How could you not like me?
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In Past Tense
04:14
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In Past Tense
I place bets on steps I cannot see
I don’t remember how to get from A to Z
And even if I could, even if I could
It still feels like a gamble
And even if I could, even if I could
I won’t absorb it for next time
You separate all you had before
It looks nice up against my big mess, tangled on the floor
I panic, I panic,
And it keeps me up on the fence
I panic, I panic
When I think of you in past tense
I don’t wanna think of you in past tense
And I rely on making my roots grow deep
I can’t focus on any other parts of the tree
And even if I could, even if I could
I’m planted under a power line
And even if I could, even if I could
Another storm cut me down to size
You wipe away what you had before
I scrub signs you’re mine till they fade,
Then I gotta beg for more
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Art
03:17
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Art
I really don’t see it, even if it’s right smack in my face
They’re rolling up sleeves, yeah
Committed to it, yeah yeah all the way…
Focused in… call your friends… in the biz, what it is, I know it
Is your heart really feeling this?
What name it’s connected with?
You make money off of giving it away
How much is it sinking in?
I really don’t see it, tell me ‘bout the forest for the trees
I do not believe it, I know it but I won’t-won’t look away…
Fence it in… call your friends… what it is, what it is, I know it
On what plane does your soul exist?
What brain are you thinking with?
You make money off of giving it away
It’s as high as you think it is
I’m still remembering the first time
When I felt like the ship took flight
I was the goddamn captain that night
Now it all seems so small and trite
When did the game change?
Is your heart really feeling this?
What name it’s connected with?
You make money off of giving it away
It’s as high as you think it is
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Mean Cells
03:55
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You've Got Work To Do
03:33
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You’ve Got Work to Do
Never thought I’d shake my fist at the setting sun
Even though I’m thankful to know I’m not the only one
But we can’t clink glass on whatever you’ll never admit
You’ve got work to do
And you should be passing through
But little broken boy-babies hold out too long
You’ve got work to do
Wasting my time, thinking twice on such a singular man
You’ve got work to do
And you should be passing through
But little broken boy-babies hold out so long
You’ve got work to do
When you’ve got work to do
Window dresser
Wanna impress, but you’re curating bullshit
How do you measure
The time it takes you to get there when you’re standing still
You feel the pressure
Put on that leather to make you a rebel now
Hey, window dresser
You more depressed by the now or the never?
Smash the microscope you’ve been offered and forget this one
As for me, I’ll change my direction when the wheels are spun
Cheers to you, keep having your fun
You’ll get it while you can
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9. |
Formula
03:00
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