1. |
RDJ
03:05
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I don't wanna get out of here, and it’s crystal clear
if I can’t learn from my old mistakes, it’s a sign
face, i’m never gonna face the day,
I’ve always been raced away
i don’t know what is required
stare out through terminal wires
see if i ever get tired
need to be seen or admired
i’ll talk when i’m at this stage cause i’ve lost my case
i’ll live here accordingly, all the time
wait, i’m never gonna make my way to the car
i’ve only been going so far
i know i’ve made the allusion
talking up fire, confusion
but no way, neither lie nor temptation
no way do i walk to the station
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2. |
This Is It
02:48
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here I was without a photograph
what the fuck is going on
how could I not overstate my case
often never know?
and how come I never take my mind
to all that auto shine?
how could I know?
how could I know?
how could I know?
how could I know?
how I could not only take the road
it’s always come and go
i’ve been everything I want to say
any little thing is good this way
any little thing
any little thing
it’s on my mind, it’s on my mind
It’s on my mind, it’s on my mind
It’s on my mind, it’s on my mind
it’s on my mind, it’s on my mind
if i want to rock and roll all night
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3. |
Ohio
03:50
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working in that dime store station
early in the morning
and the light shines on my day-to-day
and i never knew the first thing,
hanging by the purse strings
in a way they’ve heard it all before…
if the real stopped in ohio…
if the real stopped in ohio…
I won’t tell you what I don’t know long as i can follow
off on my own
and you know I felt no different
when they told me one was two
and the only thought i had was you
if the real stopped in ohio
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4. |
Drum Friend
03:15
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blinded by my enumerated
desire to fall and fade
back in the night, dime operated
searching for far off trains
blinded by my misunderstanding
the turtle boat comes, i’m stuck on the landing
i open my eyes, in my mind i’m the window-ville dresser
supplied by the night on my own though i’ve altered the fates
i turn my head away
was hard to decide, to stay
foolishly borne of my intuition
surely the sun shines again
blinded by my misunderstanding
the turtle boat comes, i’m stuck on the landing
my mind is the driveway of hope, i’m the oroville letter
arrived here by night but i know in my heart it’s too late
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5. |
Makes No Difference
03:50
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what’s the reason?
lights flash at me when I’m walking
home from my work in the night
what do I tell them?
they never could teach me the notion
the notion that everything’s fine
makes no difference
makes no difference
where did i go wrong
i’d gone away cause it’s so long…
too early to wait cause i know
what is it all for?
i went away cause i’m gone for
never be seen here no more
it’s like i told ya, told ya
it’s like i told ya, told ya
it started in early may, now it’s all the same
it started in a telephone haze, now it’s all new reasons why i want to stay
it started in early may, now it’s all the same
it started in a telephone haze, now it’s all new reasons why i want to stay
what did i tell you
standing round here in the moment
if i’m lying, i’ll light up again
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6. |
Harmless
03:51
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do I wait?
walk away
in the rain?
another idea
stay, hesitate, remain
harmless
start to fade
telephone the number and be right
altered state
harmless
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7. |
Word Is Out
02:55
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word is out I ain’t talking no more
word is out I won’t be there for sure…
the photo is supreme, tells me what i need to see
suddenly i can see what’s in store
word is out and I walk through the door
what lies ahead why did i bring a drum?
word is out, but i don’t know my lines yet
word is out and the timer is set
what lies ahead why did i bring a drum?
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8. |
Outside The Gates
05:03
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no where to run
no starting gun
no near no far
no beating heart
home from work, i feel the same
roll(in) over –– reading all the work out plans
what could summon out my rage
easy does it with those god damn magazines
no high-way signs
no neon lights
not hard to find
if so inclined
never new how I would roll
never new how i got through to them all
fumbling around by the stairs
tumble down…in the night no landing’s there
outside the gates,
outside the gates, ( the security gates )
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