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Introduction
00:20
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I never could feel at home in white suburbia
Our fence did abut some neighbors
Who would stare as we go
No condition could be fragile as family
Now happiness won't let me go
Everything is going fine
But sabotage is on the brink as my skin glows
Something's wrong, I've grown complacent
The southern sun will bleach my bones
My flesh had fallen off long ago
When I pretended that the world was blind
Only then did I set my father on fire
Everything my parents did let go
A thousand miles set apart from their heart and home
And I was born into a world
That was home but it was alien
I never could let it go
All the anger that I gathered in childhood
Without it I would feel unclothed
I would not control it, if I actually could
The southern sun will bleach my bones
My flesh had fallen off long ago
When I pretended that the world was blind
Only then did I set my father on fire
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3. |
I'm Coming Home
04:04
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Everyone’s coming to get me
In the surrounding woods, they will come
Because they don’t want to forget me
And all the actions that I’ve done
I don’t have a good understanding Of what it is that I see
Society is just too demanding
Of what it wants me to be
My soul’s coronation
A farewell celebration
Then, retreat into salvation
Don’t you know I’m coming home, yeah don’t you know.
A farewell to my family
I can’t abide their rules
They just don’t understand me
They see me as a fool.
Now everyone’s coming to see me
Wave them off in final goodbye
A darkness grows on the ceiling
A little bit will do you kind
My soul’s coronation
A farewell celebration
I carve out my salvation
In a land far from everything that I once had known.
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4. |
I Was A Teenage Punk
02:48
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I was a teenage punk
An anti-corporatist
But now I'm all grown up
I use words, not my fists
I had a meta-conversation
With a voice that sounded like a patient
Telling me that I had sold my heart right down the river
I had a four-beer contemplation
To examine our fractured relations
I remember when he lost his patience and cut a sliver
I was a teenage punk
Then a mid-20's anarchist
But now I'm all grown up
A mid-30's socialist
You say the reason I retired
Is to laugh in your face when you're fired
Everybody cuts you with a smile in their betrayal
I don't think that you should feel abandoned
But I had to grow and leave you stranded
You never wanted me to be the man that I became
Never did I feel it was ironic
I grew to be creative not chaotic
But the damage wasn't idiotic
It wasn't a waste
I was a teenage punk
Then a mid-20's anarchist
And now I'm all grown up
A mid-30's socialist
Yeah, I was a teenage punk
An anti-corporatist
But now I'm all grown up
A mid-30's alcoholic
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5. |
Interlude #1
00:11
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7. |
Interlude #2
00:22
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8. |
Mary Lee Is Leaving Me
03:50
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Tomorrow Mary Lee is leaving me
I don’t know for whom, this I didn’t foresee
I feel like I’ve awaken from a beautiful dream
But I was foolish to have stayed asleep
I’ve got to shed some pounds and shave my face
I’ve got to get a job with the human race
Maybe take a shower and clean my place
And rein my mind from outer space.
And I’m so bad I don’t feel a bit sad
I don't feel a bit sad
I don't feel anything!
Mary Lee’s love became my excuse
To give up all my passion and my pursuits
And while she urged me to get off of my caboose
She got exhausted – it was no use
And I’m so bad
I don’t feel a bit sad
I don’t feel a bit sad
I don’t feel anything, I don’t feel anything!
Tomorrow Mary Lee is leaving home
She can’t be with a man who lives in monochrome
Her love transformed into a means to condone
My sadness, my life alone
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9. |
Sunshine
03:52
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Sunshine, I feel you on my face
Sunshine, to me from outer space
You’re so warm, but there’s more than the warmth I feel
You crank my inner wheel
Sunshine, reflecting off my life
Sunshine, you cut me like a knife
Illuminate the past and all of the pain
You’re harsher than the rain
You bear the truth of the past I tried to hide
You want to free every good and evil side
Sunshine!
One time, I hid my injuries
Behind every shame and victory
Sunshine, you lit up all of my history
I am exposed and free
Not every dirty flaw can fit Into a book or novelette
If you see a hero don’t forget
A villain lurks in the edits
You bear the truth of the past I tried to hide
You want to free every good and evil side
You shine the truth about me
My skin is lit and I’m free
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10. |
Dave's House
04:44
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Dave's house harbors secrets In a way that
No one thinks to penetrate
It's in the open at Dave's house
Dave's dad looks so different
Every time I play at Dave's
And when I hide I can't help seeking at Dave's house
He is the unpraised son
Protecting Mommy's gun
He screams, lashing his tongue
Heaven can wait as long as I can hold my lungs
In adulthood Dave's apartment's on the top floor
Cheaper rent than on the south shore
Nothing's cleaner than Dave's house
When I’m over drinks and drugs are overflowing
Compliments to me are glowing
I’m never sober at Dave’s house
At Dave’s
He’s wide open
Stay in the open
His doors never close
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11. |
Interlude #3
00:13
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12. |
Saturday/Night Girl
04:00
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It's time to grow up I think
But no one will carry me
My romantic life in just one take
In time to rewind all my tapes
I invented a fairytale
Imagination never fails
I'm protected from the lonely nights
I'm a man, and no, I never cry
I spend my saturday nights with my saturday girl
We wake up in the dusk and fight the law until dawn
I fill out every detail of this make-believe world
They're just lies, and they me feel tall
She always looks good to me
I don't know if her mind is slow
If her singing voice is high or low
I don't fit in her family tree
I don't think I want to be
I use her image for a lie I wrote
An empty memory to make my life whole
I spend my saturday nights with my saturday girl
We wake up in the dusk and fight the law until dawn
She falls asleep as a blonde but when I wake up in the morning
There's a wig lying on the front lawn
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13. |
Interlude #4
00:32
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14. |
Kaiju
07:38
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There is a darkness out there
It’s laying waste in Tokyo Square
I see an exodus
It’s full of overdubbed pessimists
I have a lover out there
She’s trapped amidst the concrete layers
So I leave towards the nest
And with me a group of friends
They don’t want to see him
They don’t want to be here anymore
And they should all retreat ‘cause it’s my problem
But they stay with me to face him
Now I think I know him
I have seen this monster’s face before
He has come alive from my reflection
From my dreams and my intentions
Now we’re sneaking past the monster’s nest
It harvests heads to feed its hubris
It’s my smell, it’s my sound
My heart beats in the monster’s chest
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15. |
Praying Mantis
04:09
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Beware the kind that feeds you
Everything that you want to hear
She wants your soul to eat you
Indulge your ego and your fear
Beware the hand that feeds you
It nourishes but also demands
And be aware, you bleed too
She flourishes while you’re in a trance
I bet you wish you were
I bet you wish you were dead
Before she devours your head
I bet you wish you were
I best you wish you were dead
As she bites into your head
She offered me a mirror
And told me I was the king of the world
But it was bright and shattered
And blinded me as her claws unfurled
So I had learned to fear her
Once I was digested inside
I see the world much clearer
But I no longer control this ride
I bet you wish you were
I bet you wish you were dead
Before she devours your head
I bet you wish you were
I best you wish you were dead
As she bites into your head
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16. |
Coda (The Beast Is Dead)
04:23
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We laid the beast to rest
His funeral will be on Sunday
We tried to stop his death
But we hoped it would end in this way
We laid the beast to rest
While recalling the fateful day
He cried with dragon breath
We raised our fists with joy, “Yeah-yay!”
He rose from our dreams
A formula for life cracked open
But the ends betrayed the means Is he a weapon or a solution?
He rampaged east to west Demolishing homes and towers
We raised his fearlessness
But we couldn’t control power
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17. |
In Closing
00:45
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