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Shame
04:36
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I’m getting the feeling I should probably be more open than I’ve been
I’m getting the feeling I should probably chuck it all and start again
But from the space behind this mask
I find that’s just too much to ask
So in shame I beg forgiveness for the way I feel today
‘cause I know that come tomorrow I’ll wanna be feeling the same way
And I know that what brings me such joy has brought you so much pain
It is such a strange reversal of disdain
Now I’m realizing you look at my mask and think I’m hiding out
Now I’m realizing you’ve no clue what this is really all about
So thanks for thinking about me
And here’s my winking apology
So in shame I beg forgiveness for the way I feel today
‘cause I know that come tomorrow I’ll wanna be feeling the same way
And I know that what brings me such joy has brought you so much pain
It is such a strange reversal of disdain
I know that there will always be limits to our humanity
When every wonder I can see here behind this boundary
Will somehow still produce in me
A feeling you might call shame
I guess you might call it shame
I guess you might
So in shame I beg forgiveness for the way I feel today
‘cause I know that come tomorrow I’ll wanna be feeling the same way
And I know that what brings me such joy has brought you so much pain
And now you’ve become the Abel to my Cain
For my shame, na na na na na na
For my shame, na na na na na na
For my shame, na na na na na na
For my shame
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Thirty-seven miles since we first stepped through the gate
And still we have a while before milepost thirty-eight
But who knows how much further on we’ll go?
The rain must rain and the snow must snow
And then any day the wind may shift your way, your way
And then any day the wind may shift your way, your way
And then any day the wind may shift your way
It’s not yours to determine what’s acceptable to take
And no substantial sermon could ever jar the world awake
But who knows how much further we’ll go on?
The end must end and the dawn must dawn
And then any day the wind may shift your way, your way
And then any day the wind may shift your way, your way
And then any day the wind may shift your way
The day must follow the night, and the night must follow the day
The day must follow the night, and the night must follow
The night must follow the day
But who knows how much further on we’ll go?
The rain must rain and the snow must snow
And then any day the wind may shift your way, your way
And then any day the wind may shift your way, your way
And then any day the wind may shift your way
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Optimistic Fruit
03:54
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It’s another day under lock and key, mistaking inconvenience for tragedy
And the antiseptic hush would make a doctor’s office blush
And everything is bigger inside than out
I heard it said that life’s a bowl of cherries, but I’m on a roll as a very
Rotten lemon made into rotten lemonade
Playing cards in an orchard in bloom, we can be counted on to
Madly follow suit with other forms of optimistic fruit
And who would ever request parole, when hope is smeared on a barber pole?
And oh, how we watch it rise, least until the viewer dies
But no help is coming however much you shout
I heard it said that life’s a bowl of cherries, but down I roll as a very
Rotten lemon made into rotten lemonade
Playing cards in an orchard in bloom, we can be counted on to
Madly follow suit with other forms of optimistic fruit
Screaming out my attitude for all to hear, answered with the platitude “The Mall Is Near!”
And then it’s home for television, television, television, television, television, TV
Though I know it’s claimed so many tongues, I yell into the fan at the top of my lungs
But I’ll surely live out my days where the lotus eaters graze
And no one gets what I’d have to cry about
I heard it said that life’s a bowl of cherries, but I’ve found a role as a very
Rotten lemon made into rotten lemonade
Playing cards in an orchard in bloom, we can be counted on to
Madly follow suit with other forms of optimistic fruit
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Tell me now you understand the weight of what’s happened here
Tell me now you understand the weight of what’s happened here
You’re pulled one way by the twitchy grinners
You’re pulled one way by all the sad onions
And I just wanna be, yeah I just wanna be
A fly on the wall of your brain
Tell me now the impact isn’t going to be lost on you
(it’s not lost on you)
Tell me now the impact isn’t going to be lost on you
(it’s not lost on you)
You’re pulled one way by the blushing bridges
You’re pulled one way by the gulf of distraction
And I just wanna be, yeah I just wanna be
A fly on the wall of your brain
Tell me now you understand the weight of what’s happened here
(what’s happened here)
Tell me now you understand the weight of what’s happened here
(what’s happened here)
You’re pulled one way and there’s no beginning
You’re pulled one way and you can’t see an ending
And I just wanna be, yeah I just wanna be
A fly on the wall of your brain
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Gravel and Glass
04:22
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The best gambler in the world retires the minute he’s ahead
We lose when we forget what winning looks like
It’s tactical and practical and somehow still absurd
‘cause you don’t know when the love of losing might strike
And the guests keep on arriving to a firm slap on the ass
Where the waxy flowers are thriving in a bed of gravel and glass
In a bed of gravel and glass
You’re stricken blind, you sway from left to right and back again
Try to orient yourself based on what you’re hearing
But the smattering of chattering has grown into a roar
That caroms off the wall into which you’re steering
And the guests keep on arriving to a firm slap on the ass
Where the waxy flowers are thriving in a bed of gravel and glass
In a bed of gravel and glass
And each harsh word takes a day off of a life
One more day to mourn an absence
One more day to learn how sharply things can turn
One more day to live life in the past tense
The world is very loud this morning, eager and immense
With lots of white noise and lots of movement
I think I’ll wait it out ‘til it gets dark and quiets down
For some of us that counts as an improvement
And the guests keep on arriving to a firm slap on the ass
Where the waxy flowers are thriving in a bed of gravel and glass
And we don’t know where we’re driving, but we sure step on the gas
To where the waxy flowers are thriving in a bed of gravel and glass
In a bed of gravel and glass, yeah
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The Fabulous 464s Portland, Oregon
The Fabulous Four Six Fours record on a four track cassette deck in Portland, OR.
They make melody-
forward music with probably too many chords.
They sing tart little poems over those chords, and they put the vocal harmonies really high in the mix. And they call it quits after one or two takes.
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