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All Techniques Theme
01:10
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2. |
Are We Rolling?
04:30
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Moosejaw to Altoona
00:36
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4. |
Straight Lines
04:44
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There's a whisper and a shotgun lying in bed
So wrap your heart up in your sheets and surrender the dead
Nine muses sing follow me
To where freedom is a curse and sleep is a gift
You want to wake up where waves turn the salt into sand
Where the moon touches the ocean and dies in your hands
The Siren's daughters agree
The tides, your tears, and the sea
But that is trick
And you want to know what to believe
Believe this is the best of all times
And time is just as good as it gets
I'll give into you straight lines
It's my one best guess what makes me tick
It's my one best guess, my mother's gift
It's my one... life
It's my one...
But it's probably a trick
And you want to know how to feel
Feel for every peace you can find
Because fine is good enough for me
And you want to know what to believe
Believe this is the best of all times
When there's nothing left to regret
I'll give into you straight lines
Tie my hands tightly, leaves and vines
Bind the spring until the minutes unwind
Out of sequence, anti-clockwise
Unafraid, I finally made up my mind
It's my one best guess
It's my one best guess
As good as it gets
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J'zargo
03:00
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6. |
Gorgeous Soul
00:48
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Bet
03:32
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Make a bet with me
And I'll make a bet with you
A little guessing game
It's all worth the same in the end
We sat like gentle kings
The table stacked and drinks in hand
We have everything, we could, ever want
What the wager was
Death between cousins and the fate of all man
No restrictions made
The cards were dealt before we played
We never had a chance
Our time is spent arguing like little kids
Instead of thinking over everything we say
And when it ends
It all depends on selfishness
Eating up every drop of heart in the land
It's so insane to keep eating after you've bitten your plate
I'm coming home to see what my wager has won
You know it's always such a bitter thing to face
I get nauseous thinking about everyone I love, everyone I know
Lost in a grey tidal wave
Or a big ball of flame
And it's thoughts like these
That make me believe in something to count on
Something to count on, count on, count on, count on
I"m counting on this
Baby leave the lights on
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8. |
Karma for Kicks
02:58
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You're bandana'd and you're backlit
Can't see your face but I see your tits
You wave hello to me in ink on the palm of your hand
Praises written on your talk box
Turn up the radio, your bedroom rocks
You want the money, the attention, all you can get
But I"ve seen how this plays out
Once before
Back in 1998, or maybe it was more
Like it was told to me when I was a kid
If you're gonna go hit the dog, you're gonna get bit
Karma for Kicks
You text your boyfriend on his cellphone
Send him a pic when you think he's alone
But when it's opened, he's gonna show it off to his friends
A revolution that was sure to come
You're not the same as your dad or your mom
Advantages and entitlements are kind of your thing
But I"ve seen how this plays out
Once before
Back in 1998, or maybe it was more
Like it was told to me when I was a kid
If you're gonna go hit the dog, you're gonna get bit
Karma for Kicks
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More Respect
00:29
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10. |
S.O.R.
03:27
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All your friends line up
Two by two along the rail
Or a shelf beside your tv
Framed inside a smiling jail
When all the dinners are done
And all the car doors close
You've left hanging on like a Slack October Rose
You're left dragging on like a rake across the coals
Ha, ha, ha here comes the punchline
Waiting for the buzz to balance out
You swear this is the swoon of youth
Don't fret don't fuss don't hesitate
To take at face what once seemed great
Don't drop your faith for lack of proof
When all the sinning gets fun
And all the eyelids close
You're left hanging on like a Slack October Rose
You're left dragging on finding where our spirits froze
Shed the thorns and shine the vase
Pluck the grays I see reflecting back from my face
Turn the tap and coax what you care to lose
Drench those blues
You've left hanging on like a Slack October Rose
You're left dragging on like a rake across the coals
You're left hanging on like a Slack October Rose
You're left dragging on finding where our spirits froze
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Polyamorous
03:29
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She said she's leaving
And this time I can be sure
I said to her before you go
Have I been displaced
We pressed our bodies
In the doorway between our homes
Words turned into smoke
A cork beside a note
Red legs running down the globe
Polyamorous, Polyamorous, Polyamorous Girl
No, no more Polyamorous, Polyamorous, Polyamorous Girl
And she won't be back by nine
And she won't be back to squeeze and drug me
Don't ever say you love me again
Never again, Ever again
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12. |
Settled
03:44
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13. |
Traffic by Tyrone
00:29
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14. |
You Win
03:32
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15. |
... and then crickets.
07:57
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