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Start Again
04:11
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Start Again
A celebration of his youth
stares down the barrel of the old man's truth
Defenses weak, nostalgia creeps
Psyhoanalyst psychedelic terrorists weep
On computer screens
in our damaged dreams
superficial revolutionaries
The blinders fall
from the eyes of all
and we start again
from the beginning
He takes the drugs, self-denial hugs
away from the sway of reality tugs
Creeping wonders love to kiss
the alcohol dreams of our picket fences
The American's dream
on computer screens
in our damaged dreams
superficial revolutionaries
(The American Dream)
The blinders fall
from the eyes
(The American's dream...)
and we start again
(...of a Dream machine)
from the beginning
Let's start again
Let's start again
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Celebration Song
04:45
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Celebration Song
Welcome to my room grab a drink spark a smoke recline and unwind
Never mind the gunshot blasts the pleading screams of refugees outside
Celebration
in the nation
for a well-wrought love divide
Celebration
in the nation
for a fear-seared sacrifice
Join me now between the sheets in outer space we blur the lines tonight
Never mind the street defeated freaks the weak-kneed bleeding hearts outside
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3. |
September Creep
05:20
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September Creep
Kicking the dirt, kicking the hurt to dust
Sticky hot sweaty sweet crispy fried derelict redneck slut
Empty and free like a cat on piano keys
The pain of you leaving me like honeybee stings
in Arkansas
ArKansas
Arkansas
Our Kansas
The sweat on your neck is the last thing that I'll ever taste
The look in your eyes is the last thing I'll ever see
Your've got your friends and an ice chest of liver disease
I've got a trigger-happy nicotine-stained middle finger
and it won't be long 'til I see Jesus
Don't be a liberal, don't take me literally
Don't be afraid 'cause everything bleeds
Fit like an oil slick raspberry Kool-aid Bloody Mary mixer
flowing in a storm ditch
They say when you flinch, it rips out the stitches
in Arkansas
ArKansas
Arkansas
Our Kansas
The sweat on your neck is the last thing that I'll ever taste
The look in your eyes is the last thing I'll ever see
Your've got your friends and an ice chest of liver disease
I've got a trigger-happy nicotine-stained middle finger
and it won't be long 'til I see Jesus
Arkansas
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Jack Slander Kyoto, Japan
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