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Body & Soul
02:06
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Well, who decides who gets to stay and who has to go?
At 45, you were so vibrant, such a glow.
Body and soul.
We didn’t know.
I didn’t cry til I saw the next day:
They took your name off your door and threw it away.
I’m not surprised, you know how people are.
Well, out of sight, out of mind for a start.
Ice in their hearts.
No time for sorrow.
Ice in their hearts.
No time for sorrow.
I sat beside your first love in the back.
I saw him cry the whole time, and I was slack.
The preacher preaches and the crowd, it calls out.
Well, they’re surprised that you died when they’re devout.
Body and soul.
They didn’t know.
Body and soul.
They didn’t know.
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2. |
Carbon Copies
02:25
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We could all be carbon copies of clones,
Made from the same molds years ago.
We could all be carbon copies,
Could all be carbon copies,
We could all be carbon copies
Of clones.
I want to exit this universe
Of boredom and pain.
Take my hand we’ll find another way
Chase our other selves away.
Getting strung out going down these rabbit holes,
Digging deeper thinking that we’re finding gold.
Getting strung out going down these,
Strung out going down these,
Getting strung out going down these
Rabbit holes.
I want to exit this universe
Of boredom and pain.
Take my hand we’ll find another way
Chase our other selves away.
Ride it out. Ride it out.
Ride it out. Ride it out.
Ride it out. Ride it out.
Ride it out. Ride it out.
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3. |
Freaking Out
02:42
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I’ve been freaking out.
I’ve been freaking out.
People telling me I’m not myself.
I’ve been here for a long time.
I’m a staple of this small town.
I saw you
Without a clue.
Let me tell you.
I know who I am.
Sorry you can’t find who you’re looking for.
Well, I’ve been there, you know, we’ve all been there before.
I saw you
Without a clue.
Let me tell you.
I don’t know who I am.
What are you saying? I’m somebody else?
You know how crazy that sounds now?
No, I don’t have photos when I was younger.
No, I don’t know where they are.
I’ve been freaking out. I’ve been freaking out.
People telling me I’m not myself.
I’ve been freaking out. I’ve been freaking out.
People telling me I’m not myself.
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4. |
I Can Hear Every Word
03:26
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You’re standing around, staring,
Talking about me, I hear every word.
I chose not to respond because
I don’t have the energy now.
It’s not your fault.
Well, I lost everything,
It’s all I could do.
It’s not your fault.
When I’m alone, I see the
Bugs on the bread and the
Mold on the cheese.
When I’m in your arms
Well I absorb your strength through
The beat of your heart.
It’s not your fault.
I lost everything
It’s all I could do.
It’s not your fault.
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5. |
Alcatraz
05:27
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Like how they make you dig your graves,
We built the bars
That we hang onto every day,
On this rock, in this bay.
We were savages, then corpses,
But now? Well, now we’re just slaves.
God bless the land of the free
And manifest destiny.
They say if you swim straight
Toward the shore
That you’ll drift to the bridge
Where these nice kids will find you
And send you right back here.
I measure my life out with these
Packets of sugar and cream
That we get with coffee
Every morning, oh, when we’re lucky.
I’ll stay with you for a while
And I will haunt your dreams.
I’ll seek the truth on this island:
What does it mean to be free?
I’ll stay with you for a while
And I will haunt your dreams.
I’ll seek the truth on this island:
What does it mean to be free?
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6. |
Young & Dumb
02:07
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Don’t know why I keep telling you
The things I won’t tell anyone else, and
Don’t know why I keep telling you
The things I’m scared of happening.
But you don’t run away
So I doubt it’s a mistake.
Still I’m afraid
Of the things that I might say.
I was young and dumb when I jumped
Pier to pier under a bridge, and
Couldn’t swim and I could’ve hit my head
And died on the cement
But no, I’m alive, and
I love being outside.
I sweat too much,
and it’s hard for me to hide.
Am I talking way too much?
Never tell anyone this stuff.
There goes comfort, there goes logic
Vulnerable and fucked up.
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7. |
Under The Gun
03:32
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I was under a spell, a shitty spell. I felt my cells disarming.
They were having a party, drunk as hell, a self-destructive ending.
Under the gun. Under the gun. Under the gun.
We were doing what we knew to do.
Off in my own world, making sacrifices
To gods that I adored, authors and musicians.
But who can you trust? You never know. It’s always half the story.
And I say silly things when I probably should say absolutely nothing.
Under the gun. Under the gun. Under the gun.
We were doing what we knew to do.
Off in my own world, making sacrifices
To gods that I adored, authors and musicians.
Under the gun. Under the gun. Under the gun.
We were doing what we knew to do.
Off in my own world, making sacrifices
To gods that I adored, authors and musicians
Who felt the feelings I thought I was alone with.
Made me forget they could be assholes too.
Could be assholes too.
Could be assholes too.
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8. |
Never Had A Chance
02:45
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He was guilty in a routine stop of having pigment darker than the cop’s.
He clutched his chest, we clicked the mad emoji. He bled to death on our Facebook feeds.
And he’d still be alive, if he was white. And he’d still be driving, if he was white.
Never really ever had a chance. Same school, but a different class.
Same job, but a different wage. Same car, but a bullet in his brain.
And he’d still be alive, if he was white. And he’d still be driving, if he was white.
Let’s break it down now.
Let’s break it down now.
Let’s break it down now.
Let’s break it down now.
Enslave a people for hundreds of years. And liberate ‘em just to put ‘em on a chain gang.
Enslave a people for hundreds of years. And liberate ‘em just to put ‘em on a chain gang.
They built our nation, working their fingers down to the bone, but we deny ‘em reparations.
Enslave a people for hundreds of years. And liberate ‘em just to put ‘em on a chain gang.
They built our nation, working their fingers down to the bone, but we deny ‘em reparations.
Why do we kill ‘em in the streets and deny ‘em reparations?
Why do we kill ‘em in the streets and deny ‘em reparations?
Why do we kill ‘em in the streets and deny ‘em reparations?
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9. |
My Only Goal
02:46
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My only goal this year is not to fall in love.
My friend says that’s the saddest thing he’s ever heard of.
Don’t trust yourself. Don’t take the risk.
Of getting close to anyone when everyone’s a sack of shit.
Find what you love in the things you do.
At least that’s what the internet says when you’re searching for a clue.
Well, uh, well, uh, well,
Give it a shot. I’ll give it a shot. Give it a shot.
Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah.
Pro tip: block your exes, they’re not worth your time.
You don’t owe anyone anything, and they’ll be fine.
Just trust yourself. Hang with your friends. At least you know
That you can let them close, ‘cause they’re not a bag of dicks.
Find what you love in the things you do.
At least that’s what my therapist says when I’m searching for a clue.
Well, uh, well, uh, well,
Give it a shot. Give it a shot. Give it a shot.
Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah.
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10. |
Space Force
03:14
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Sending out these signals,
None are coming back.
When I took this mission
Didn’t think it’d be my last.
So I dream of winters
In America’s midwest.
As I clutch my chest
And nearly freeze myself to death.
Float on.
Oh, take the cold straight from my bones.
And try to put my spirit in the stars.
So my kids can see me every night.
In the sky.
Flipping switches, pushing buttons,
Closing doors. My mind’s stuck on earth
And my body’s stuck onboard.
So I film myself in a video entry:
Well, greetings from the first female space force casualty.
Float on.
Oh, take the cold straight from my bones.
And try to put my spirit in the stars.
So my kids can see me every night.
In the sky.
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Prequels Atlanta, Georgia
Prequels is an Atlanta Post-Punk band. Their songs are heavily influenced by the lush atmospheres of new wave, the frenetic energy of hardcore punk, and the tight delivery and complex musical arrangement of 70s progressive rock.
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