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I got big plans to open up my mouth
I got big plans of big stuff coming out
But it all tries to come out at once
And it sounds like the sound of silence
I don't wanna look like an idiot
Even when I'm being an idiot
You know, there's so many ways of being an idiot
No matter what you do, somebody thinks you're an idiot
Get a little bit silly,
Get a little bit sad,
Get a little bit less afraid
Of looking a little bit bad
Go on and go and do what you're feeling
Fuck what other people say
I've found that people are often just assholes anyway
Trying is the first step towards failure
Doing is the first step towards done
Hoping just leads to disappointment
It's hard enough just to have begun
Excuses are useless when they're self-inflicted
Matching yourself to your ego's depiction
I've always been better at writing fiction
So you'll have to see yourself out
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Taco Bell and Lone Star Beer
We're not big on fancy dinners round here
Ain't got no money, ain't got no fear
Just Taco Bell and Lone Star Beer
Came down to Austin to see my man Tenfold
Defrost some memories that have grown a little cold
Xbox and poker chips and a bag of weed
We'll hit this town tonight until our knuckles bleed
We'll hit this town tonight until our knuckles bleed
I'm a fool with my money
I'm a fool without
I think I like acting funny
But I keep on keep on havin doubts
I tried to live like other folks for one night
I'm on vacation, ain't that my right?
I exercise it, now I'm down to twenty bucks
So it's Taco Bell for breakfast and Lone Star Beer for lunch
Think I'm a thinker but I couldn't figure out
How to see the Austin people talk about
We'll do it right next time I'm here
Just, please God, no more Taco Bell and Lone Star Beer
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A Hard Rain Keeps Fallin
02:05
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When I woke up this morning
My alarm clock was snoring
But I couldn't climb out of my bed
My limbs tired and heavy
They were pinned under a Chevy
And my bedsheets were made out of lead
The source of my ennui
Is this meteorology
Got me cooped up like cattle in a shed
And I'm starting to wish I were dead
All this drippin and a droppin on my head
It's got me flippin and a-floppin like a bottle nosed dolphin
Who's trapped in a tuna fish net
I'm starving for my friends
But this rain it never ends
And I'm slowly growing more and more insane
I've been talking to the walls and
Holding tea parties with dolls but
The conversations are dull and inane
I resolve to break free
Pray those drops don't swallow me
Or they'll drop me in a shallow muddy grave
Sometimes you just gotta be brave
But all this drippin and a droppin on my brain
Is the clippin and a-cloppin of cavalry stalking
Their prey running scared out on the plains
The rain stung my eyes
And I was flung from my bike
I tried to break my fall with my face
As my life passed before me
Seemed like God might abhor me
So I started humming the tune to Amazing Grace
He sniffed the bullshit in my story
Shipped me off to purgatory
And denied me his loving embrace
But hey, at least I finally left my place!
Now I got a drippin and a-droppin out in space
It's the tickin and a-tockin of a jailhouse clock
Whose hands are always losing a race
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You think you're SO smart
Like you're the only one who's got it all figured out
Like everyone else is wrong
Where do you get off?
Thinking you know everything
Thinking that every opinion you have
Just happens to be correct
Well, would you look at that?
What a coincidence
Man, how did you do that?
How you be SO sure?
Like you haven't ever changed your mind before
Like you know you'll never change it again
Where'd you get that confidence?
Thinking you know everything
Thinking that every opinion you have
Just happens to be correct
Well, would you look at that?
What a coincidence
Man, how did you do that?
How can you be SO cruel?
We used to be able to agree to disagree
But you keep reading stuff you agree with, saying,
"Every article I read,
Everything I see,
says I'M RIGHT!"
Thinking you know everything
Thinking that every opinion you have
Just happens to be correct
Well, would you look at that?
What a coincidence
Man, how did you do that?
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I am no everyman I am the only man in this post apocalypso wasteland we call modern life
You're all just robots no I'm not a robot got my heart pumping oil and sensors working overtime
Keep my doors locked, keep my pantries stocked, boarded up the windows, candles burning all night long
I'm eating canned food, dried powdered bran food, and I'm shakin and I'm shakin and I'm shakin and I'm shakin
My TV hates me fucks with my circuitry the yelling and the crying makes me think I'll lose my mind
I can't watch foxnews cause they're always starting feuds ignoramus necktie clones exploding in my ears
I found all these talking heads so I just threw them in the shed now my backyard smells like cotton candy rotting on your gums
I gotta quit watchin TV it's givin me epiliPepsi and I'm shakin and I'm shakin and I'm shakin and I'm shakin
My wallet's empty ain't got no currency automatic teller tellin me to go get lost
I barely have a job I'm a rusty worn down cog grind my teeth until the blood gums up the machine
I could use some company someone to hunt with me instead I'm standing behind storm doors hoping They don't storm on me
I got my shotgun cocked, empathy switched to off, and I'm shakin and I'm shakin and I'm shakin and I'm shakin and I'm
shook
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Folsom
03:11
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I hear that train a-comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Portland, Oregon and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin'
On down to Beaverton
When I was just a youngin'
Back when mama called me boy
I thought guitars and microphones were just some fucking toys
Then I saw a band in Reno just to see them live
Those guitars and microphones?
They took over my mind
I bet there's rich folks drivin'
In their fancy hybrid cars
To their houses in the West Hills where their shoes don't fall apart
Well I'm sure it's lovely livin', but I'm not sure that it's for me
But the older that I get
The more I know uncertainty
If I ever get a "real job,"
A white-collar 9-to-5
Pray I don't lose my shit, strangle my peers with their neckties
Oh the judge'll stare me down, say, "Boy, I'm sending you away
On down to Folsom Prison
A long vacation out of state"
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Going to Reno
05:02
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Leaving my home on a hot Highway 50 night
Heading east through the Sierras to go bathe in some neon lights
I made some promises I can't keep,
The folly of youth: words are cheap
Now I'm yelling "I DON'T" every night when I'm lying in bed asleep
So I'm going to Reno
To bury my ring
My man, what does he know?
He doesn't do anything
As my boiling resentment
Turns to simmering rage
"Great Expectations" reads more like "Bleak House"
As time yellows the page
I dropped out of school so I could go and be a wife
He gave me his hand, then he covered up my eyes
The roof over my kitchen blocks out the stars
Even a convict gets some time in the yard
White picket fences ensnare the same as black iron bars
So I'm going to Reno
To bury my ring
My man, what does he know?
He doesn't do anything
As my boiling resentment
Turns to simmering rage
"Great Expectations" reads more like "Bleak House"
As time yellows the page
The Biggest Little City, well, it's lovely this time of year
The trees line the Truckee, the casinos fill you full of beer
Leaning over the bridge on Virginia Street
A tear hits the water, didn't think I'd weep
Drop that fucker in the Truckee watch the current drag it down
I done went to Reno
And I buried my ring
Beneath those cold Truckee waters
Can you hear my heart sing?
Now I got me a paper
Says my life belongs to me
Thought I'd lost my heart, I got it back
Down on Virginia Street
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Vista Bridge
05:03
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It's cold out here on the Vista Bridge
But that won't bother me for long
People say I should keep my nose down
But people are usually wrong
I'm not doing this for me
I'm doing it for everybody else
Mama can finally stop worrying
Sister can look after herself
I got a heart beating harder than a timpani drum
Being hit with a mallet with the mass of the sun
I got a pulse racing, muscle tensing, twisted up gut
And the only way to beat it is to jump
Oh God I wanna slow down
But I accelerate
I figured everything out
Just a moment too late
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