1. |
Pulling Pangaea
05:17
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We love therefore we are, a different kind of organism
Inhaling atmosphere, undeniably a soul
With every violent act, recorded cataclysm
He can’t believe the lie, for heavens sake it’s such a bore
We turn our cheeks as if our lives
Are more important than the rest we say
We’re not so easily confined the world is moving
To be the one who falls behind
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
Jot down a list of notes, a bit of holy candy
Miraculously die in order of the bow
We salvaged all we need, unriddled understaning
It’s easier said than done, believing what we know
A faulting fool who knows no lines
Subduction only under tow
In Panthalassa stretching wide circumference moving
We repossess and overflow
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
All we are in the stars
Crust below our feet
Falling off horizon
Rounder than we see
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
Pulling Pangaea sounds so easy
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2. |
Scenic Parkway
07:18
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Feed your mind
Eat your pride
Transcending the humankind smell the roses insight
Healing the bond between man and his counter intuitive hide
All is right
Though the night
Testing the waters for ice
Wouldn’t want to meet the eyes
Of the glacier that made sure your nature
Was made from a single cell enterprise
Seek what’s true
Even you
Have the ability old
Ages, encounters have told
Seizing the moments the only component
To taking and breaking the mold
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3. |
9 to 5
06:06
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Brokers be trading on Wall Street
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Evil man steals from the poor man
With a knife, with a knife, with a knife
Brokers be trading on Wall Street
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Evil man steals from the poor man
With a knife, with a knife
Caught up in the system stealing paychecks for a living now
I gotta make the most, I can but how
It’s a mission for corruption like, it’s mine
Sitting on the top I won’t stop I’m getting paper now
Dirty money and you know its foul
But baby it seems right, this time
Brokers be trading on Wall Street
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Evil man steals from the poor man
With a knife, with a knife, with a knife
Brokers be trading on Wall Street
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Evil man steals from the poor man
With a knife, with a knife
Sit back in my office watch the clock and I want off now
Maybe find myself downtown
With a pretty lady by my side, tonight
Blowing money quickly cuz you know that I won’t have no bounds
A popping, busting bottles all around
It’s that high class flavor player sound, thats right
I take a look across the place and then I see your smiling face
I get this certain itching feeling that I may just be your taste
And now you might be rather shy, but damn girl you look so fine
I get this filthy rich feeling that I’m going to make you mine
Brokers be trading on Wall Street
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Evil man steals from the poor man
With a knife, with a knife, with a knife
Brokers be trading on Wall Street
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Evil man steals from the poor man
With a knife, with a knife
Brokers be trading on Wall Street
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Evil man steals from the poor man
With a knife, with a knife, with a knife
Brokers be trading on Wall Street
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
Evil man steals from the poor man
With a knife, with a knife
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4. |
Primal Frontier
07:21
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Welcome to our world, a universe that’s just around the bend
Where we take what we want, and we take what we’ve always had
Walk up to the edge with me and find out for yourself, it’s not as flat as they say
Take what you want, take what you’ve always had
Oh my, why why oh even try
Oh my, why weep when I can fly
Climbing this wall with nothing but my two bare hands
Broken palms, no God just my intuition
Looking over the edge I find the world is not as flat as a child once said
Leave what you want, change who you are instead
Oh my, why why oh even try
Oh my, why leap when if I can fly
Welcome to our world, a universe that’s centered ‘round the past Where we took what we want, took what we always had
And I say hooh ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh hooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh
Sputnik crashing down
And rushing, clashing sound
In this pressurized hell, burning til your eyes burst
Oh my, why why oh even try
Oh my, why weep when I can fly
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5. |
Czar in the Bazaar
05:58
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I go to the marketplace to satisfy my only wish
Borschka says do not come home until you have the bread and fish
Vodka on my breath I smell the smoked trout in the morning air
Bazaar is a buzzing with the usual friendly atmosphere
My wallet’s almost empty
My flask is almost dry
Staring in the mirror has never been so hard
Makes a grown man want to cry
I rise from the bed at night
In a cold sweaty fear
All I reach for underneath the mattress
Is a Russian bottle Vodka tear
Why can’t a man see it with his own two eyes
Why must he live, family in full disguise
Oppressed in the streets, we fall to our knees
I’ve only walked forty miles
They say nothing lasts forever, but judging by the moon
All the stars and skies above us, are nothing but a ruse
Don’t you take your daily bread for granted, no telling what ensues
Listen what your mom and Dad would tell you, don’t you listen to the news
But it will be alright
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6. |
25 to Life
04:41
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I could say you look nice in your black and white stripes
I could say you you belong in a barred up hallway
That would be unfair to you but fairs not really relevant
Incarcerated abomination, no time to repent
I once knew a man who turned himself in just like that
I wound up penitentiary bound, criminal kind of cat
So come on charge me, charge me with first degree murder
I stabbed him right in the chest
Lock me away and turn off the lights
And I’ll be fine with the rest
Take your breath give yourself some room to breathe
No need to suffocate
There’s a sentence headed your way right now
And parole’s not too far away
Twenty five to life is not so bad, oh no
Spending it all by yourself in a room
Is another story to be had
So come on charge me, charge me with first degree murder
I stabbed him right in the chest
Lock me away and turn off the lights
And I’ll be fine with the rest
Rotting away in the darkness
Never my idea of fun, oh oh
Twenty five
Justice is a bitch
She slapped me across the face one too many times
I once knew a man who turned himself in just like that
I wound up penitentiary bound, criminal kind of cat
So come on charge me, charge me with first degree murder
I stabbed him right in the chest
Lock me away and turn off the lights
And I’ll be fine with the rest
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7. |
Conflicted Biscuits
04:13
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What’s that noise?
Sounds so nice
It’s a little bit like victory, take my advice
I was just a boy when I was burning it down
I was mix n’ matching day by day
Trying to figure it out
I’ve been working like a dog
Stressing that nine to five
It’s a little bit contradictory
To a healthy way of life
What keeps me sane in this ole
Dog eat dog world
Is the baddest cat on tattoo strip
Well that’s my kinda girl
And I do, I want you
I do, I need you
I do, I want you
I do, I need you baby
What’s in your drink girl?
It tastes so smooth
It’s a little bit like licorice
A little like Vermouth
Couldn’t seem to chit-chat
I couldn’t remember my own name
A little bit too much whiskey in the morning time
That’ll make a man insane
And I do, I want you
I do, I need you
I do, I want you
I do, I need you baby
What’s that noise?
Sounds so nice
It’s a little bit like victory, so take my advice
I was just a boy when I was burning it down
I was mix n’ matching day by day
Trying to figure it out
And I do, I want you
I do, I need you
I do, I want you
I do, I need you baby
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8. |
Las Cervezas
07:53
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If I had a dollar for every time I heard the one about the beers
That never came
I just might have enough, to buy all my friends three or four rounds
What Does this mean?
I said si is, one more cerveza sounds good to me,
How does that sound to you all
Las Cervezas, Las Cervezas
We’ve been sitting here for hours, how about I order us all around of Spirits and lubricate the gears
What is a man supposed to do, making amends with out a brew or two
I said si is, one more cerveza sounds good to me,
How does that sound to you all
Las Cervezas, Las Cervezas
If I had a dollar for every time I heard the tale of the beers
I just might have enough,
To treat every man and woman in this establishment
What Does this mean?
I said si is, one more cerveza before we leave
How does that sound to you all?
Biting my tongue
Las Cervezas, Las Cervezas
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