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I Thought I Heard Sirens
05:47
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You'll never look as beautiful as underneath that buzzing streetlight
Shouting curse words at the night sky with tears streaming from your eyes
But in true classic fashion, I couldn't take cover fast enough
And the falling voices just fell back onto me
I said, "Things'll make more sense when we're back in California"
Yeah, I guess I don't make much sense when I'm not in California
But little did I know that you're composed entirely of cigarettes
And the angry vows you screamed that night were a symphony of empty threats
Oh, but you had my toes tappin, honey
And the melody is still stuck in my head
So I fear the only thing that'll let me get some sleep
Is the music box I found in your chest when we were lying in the street
But back on the coast, it seems your blood boils to electro beats
There's nothing classic about it, there's nothing classic about it
Your words are washing up on the beach
Please stop making sense, please stop making sense
I can't stand it
You said, "Love has this cruel habit of
Not lasting the night, not crossing state lines
So come on,
There are no sirens sounding,
There are no burning buildings falling around us,
So that's not love at all, no, not at all
So come on,
Your lungs aren't collapsing,
I mean, if you're still breathing,
Then really, come on now,
That's not love at all, no, not at all"
Your words are washing up on the beach
Please stop making sense, please stop making sense
I can't stand it
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The haunting view of the girl you left in the rain
The haunting view of that girl that you left in the rain
The boy was high on cheap electric thrill
He felt the rush of moving in for the kill when he said
"There's no one here who knows the things that you feel
I got the same black feeling, got that same black feeling"
He took his guilt and tucked it into a song
And sang it every night like nothing was wrong
Everybody in the joint was always humming along
"I think I know that tune, I think I know that tune
It's been keeping me awake
There's something off that I can't shake
It's been keeping me awake"
The morning that she woke up by his side
He sang the tune that he had wrote that night
And in the melody were all his lies
And the rest of the nights of the rest of her life
Every line brought out another cloud
The chords were wringing all the water out
Beyond the bedroom was a flooding town
"It's really coming down, it's really coming down"
The haunting view of the girl you left in the rain
The whole city's gonna drown tonight
Thanks to you, thanks to you
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Dept. Of Errors
05:44
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Keys in the ignition
A passing view of police
A cheap scrap metal ring
And the warmth kept inside
The frost chill on the windshield
Features blur and reshape
Headlights wash the ceiling
To a slow song soundtrack
Oh, low voices, confessions
Quietly tremble
Here it means everything
A stretch of road where no one slows
Watching stars through the sunroof
The distance between us
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Take two steps back
Mutter something though
There's no one in the room who can hear
And get the hell out of there
But it seems awfully routine
And so you pause at the stairs
Amidst the hospital scene
Turn around, kid
And just pray that she says,
"I'll be your penance, baby, if you need
Although your lifetime of blindness nearly buried me
It's just a goddamn shame that this is what it takes to see"
But you're still in the doorway of that stairwell thinking, "Wouldn't it be easier..."
With your toes hanging off the first step, gravity is on your side, pulling you
'Cause anywhere is better than that hospital bed with the woman that you put in it
But sometime, something has got to change for good.
Turn around
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In The Diner
04:00
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At five past midnight
Under a flickering "OPEN" sign
That went out just as soon as I walked through the door
In the diner in late july
I found the meaning of life
And what every patron and waitress that night was waiting for
I sat alone in a back booth
Stumbled over some half truths
About how I was expecting someone, and I'd be needing the extra room
The waitress was listless
Working overtime and double shifts
And staring longingly at the door
The tragic parody of adult life
Was playing out in front of me that night
Like a dream where you wanna run, but your legs have all but died
And I could've sat with some old friends near the front
The uninvited guests in the town we're from
And shared the lives we've lived with the strangers we've become
Or I could've sat on a barstool and had a drink
To forget the things I had to do that week
All the hearts I'd have to break, and all the homes I'd have to leave
Or I could've called over the waitress who came undone
Confessed that I'm not waiting for anyone
And if you'd like, I think you oughta sit with me when you're done
But the door had just finished swinging shut
And the manager was spitting and cursing her luck
The waitress was already gone
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It's All Under Control
03:43
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Before long
Things start rusting
Falling apart
"Out of order"
A satellite grown obsolete
Machine guts vs. eternity
But it's only cost efficiency
The engine is tired
Of moving forward, of moving forward...
Of moving forward...
Towards what?
That broken elevator life?
Sometimes two kids wanna fall in love so bad, so bad
Put on your headphones
Go ahead,
Disappear
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The Ready Aim Fire! Walnut, California
Synth-driven indie rock from Walnut, CA.
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