1. |
Muscle Memory
03:49
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All those faces
I haven't seen in ages
in all these stages of their lives.
All those places
I have not been to in ages
look like a city stuck in time.
The road we rode down
when we returned home
from our own end of the line.
As I turn around the bend
I start to feel it all again,
my muscle memory kicks in
In a schoolyard,
in a swimming pool car park
to where we'd ride our bikes.
We'd skin our hearts,
and for the most part
we'd await the morning light.
And all those bedrooms
That we returned to
looked so much bigger in our minds
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2. |
Facing the Flames
04:02
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He spooks inside of my head
his scream for help reverbs in my mind
but how else can you make yourself heard
in the world of the deaf and the blind?
This world won’t let you be
what it wanted you to achieve
the girls and the cash and the fame and the rest
were far outside your reach
I'm facing the flames
When people Talk On Corners,
Word Gets Around
and finally they know your name
all over town
The friends that you have bought
I hope that you kept the receipts
what a desperate way
of admitting defeat
I'm facing the flames
But I can make you see
yes, I can make you see
inhale the scent of sulphur
a feeling of relief
I'm facing the flames
This is my creation, it's something they can't take away
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3. |
Speak a Toast
03:29
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Keys – tap, phone – tap, cash – tap,
and all the girls wear lipstick.
We wear our Sunday's best
speak a toast to one more year that's lost
Killing time and killing bottles
retired pros bound to overdose
counting down all the resolutions children of the resolution
speak a toast to one more year that's lost
Watch how bottle rockets
illuminate the castle walls.
Looking back then look ahead
speak a toast to one more year that's lost
So, this is the new year
and I don’t feel any different
the clanking of crystal
explosions off in the distance
Should old acquaintance be forgot
and never be brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
for Auld Lang Syne
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Walking home on burned out
fireworks.
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4. |
Suit of Armor
04:11
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Forgot your name
the moment you said it.
You tell me your name
and I forget it.
We talk about
what we do for a living
and get another drink.
And you say that I'm so distant
and distance is what I keep.
This is my secret weapon,
my strategy.
To keep safe
what's so frail
out of harm’s way.
This is my suit of armour
three inches thick
this is my chain mail shirt
this is my bulletproof vest.
You say her name
and that you don't regret it.
You say it left you maimed
I say you should not let it
I'm asking whether
there are any living
on the battlefields left
And you stay on your barricade
atop the battlements.
You're locked in your fortress
and the walls are caving in.
To keep safe
what's so frail
out of harm’s way.
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They keep telling us
That we're not good enough
That we're not worth it
We don't deserve it
everybody wrote us off
yet here we are
It’s real simple, let me tell you something you already know:
The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows
Every man at some point in his life is gonna lose a battle,
he’s gonna fight and he’s gonna lose
But I want you to understand something
it’s not about winning
It’s about being able to look your friends in the eye
and knowing that you didn’t let them down
And that’s what you have here tonight.
Tonight, we can fight our way back.
This our time.
This is who we are.
We were meant to be here tonight.
So let's go out there and take it.
With clear eyes and full hearts
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6. |
Boyfriend Material
02:14
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Look at my sweater
Look at my sweater
Look what it's made of
Boyfriend material
I cook and clean
I do the dishes
I'm like a genie
I grant you wishes
When you come home
I make you tea
and we watch your
favorite show on TV
Look at my sweater
Look at my sweater
Look what it's made of
Boyfriend material
I take the trash out
I change the diapers
I change the wheels on the car
I change the wipers
I like your girl friends
talk to their boyfriends
and when issues need resolving
then I voice them
Look at my cardigans
Look at my underpants
Look at my long sleeves
Look at my boxer briefs
Shades for the summer sun
Look at my cummerbund
Look at my tracksuit
Look at my dress shoes
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7. |
Midnight Miles
04:43
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On the long ride home
the midnight miles
mean Monday morning nine to five.
The long ride home
the midnight miles
they bring me back to my old life
On the long ride home
the midnight miles
I'm guided by the satellites.
The long ride home
the midnight miles
when you told me to leave your life.
Tonight,
I’ll have a burger and small fries,
can I have ketchup on the side?
Tonight,
no bathroom breaks, no time,
I only stop to cry
when I drive
Tonight,
out of sight and out of mind
out of place and out of time
Tonight
I swallow all my pride
I’m fighting the good fight
and I drive
In the car pool lane
on the Interstate
from the parkway
to the driveway
And on the byroad
I take the highroad
and in the parking spot
please forget-me-not
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In formal attire
In a chapel in a field
Brace yourselves
The Wedding Years are here
And in my jacket pocket a keepsake,
a forgotten piece of paper.
The words to a song I can just hum along to
and they belong to you
Something old and something new
something borrowed something blue
And I take it out
For weddings and for funerals
and the years go by
so saddening, so beautiful
These white shirts these black ties
you take out when someone dies
For funerals in the sunshine
And weddings in the rain
Mementos are not memories
This will never work for me
And you were too young you were gone 'fore too long
Before it had begun
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9. |
Home Stretch
03:08
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On the home stretch,
on the last leg of this trip.
I'm not home yet,
but I will wake in my own bed.
A wise man told me
that when you say
"Sometimes a man's got to do what a man's got to do"
You can't be dragging that upright trolley
I left my footprints
I've taken pictures
I made some friends
I burned some bridges
On the home stretch,
on the last leg of this trip.
I'm not home yet,
but I will wake in my own bed.
I've been to the strangest places
I've been to strangers' places
on so many of these stages
The long and winding tracks
I went there to come back
I've been away for ages
but now I’m ...
On the home stretch,
on the last leg of this trip.
I'm not home yet,
but I will wake in my own bed.
Airplanes, taxis, rental cars
Ferries, speed boats, hovercraft
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