1. |
Not Your Runner Up
01:55
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I'm not your runner up
No, I won't be your plan b
If I'm not your first choice
Then you don't get to have me
Will you choose me now or loose me forever
Do you understand it's now or never
I ain't no honorable mention
And I won't make an exemption
I'm not your runner up
Or a consolation prize
If you want me, better show me
And learn to prioritize
You don't have to leave the back burner empty
But that's certainly not where you're gonna find me
Look all you want, my dear
There ain't no sloppy seconds here
If you don't get me, you don't get me
If you don't get me, you don't get me
If you don't see me, you don't get to be with me
If you don't see me, you don't get to be with me
You say you want me but you can't decide
And that's not the kind of man I need in my life
It's not some sap rejecting me
But the universe protecting me
Because I'm not your runner up
No I won't be your plan b
If I'm not your first choice
THen you don't get to have me
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2. |
Toast Piercer
02:36
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3. |
HeartBeat
02:51
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It's cold
In this house
On the floor
Of this room
Four words
That stay
Through all my
laughing daydreams
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong?
I'm doing everything I can
What's wrong with me?
I'm doing everything I can
I'm doing everything I can
It hides
And bends
Slowly forming sheets of ice
Beneath my grounding
My feet
Frozen still
I keep apologizing to God
And not myself
Give it all to the wind and the wolves
Take it off ever so slow
Tells me that it can keep me warm
So cold
In this house
I keep apologizing to God and not myself
What's wrong with me?
What's wrong?
I'm doing everything I can
What's wrong with me?
I'm doing everything I can
I'm doing everything I can
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5. |
Annie Hall (skit)
01:20
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6. |
10/6/18 @ The VCR
03:37
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8. |
moonrocks
02:39
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9. |
Ballad for a Pterosaur
04:52
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She's up there flying over dinosaurs
Nature tells her exactly what here wings are for
Not much can reach her, some look up to see her
Maybe a Spinosaurus will eat her
But she wakes up with the sun
Jumps from a cliff and opens up her arms
And high above
She sees them running, chasing, feeding, and loving
And everything might be gone... tomorrow
She was flying over 200 million years ago
Her vision was acute and she had claws on her toes
The ocean so vast, watching for fish
Keepin and eye out for the Suchomimus
And she goes... ::pterodactyl screeeech::
And she goes... ::pterodactyl screeeech::
And she goes on...
Soon, she might be gone...
She'd never suspect that she wouldn't last
Still happy as long as she could see the sunrise through the ash
And maybe she'll be okay
Maybe she won't have to change
Maybe she'll still get eaten
She wakes up with the sun
As it grows darker as the air grows colder
And far, far above
She sees them slowing, starving, scared and dying
And everything might be gone
Yeah everything might be gone tomorrow
And she goes on...
And she goes on
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10. |
David Crossed
01:23
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11. |
Horace
03:27
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12. |
Red 40
01:51
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13. |
Run
04:12
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You can run from me now
You can run all you want
But you can't get away
When we're both up in heaven
Every secret you hide
How you think you're alive
It'll all run away
When you get up to heaven
And even if you hold it in
It's only in your earthly skin
And even if you keep it in
Heaven knows no secrets
You can lie to me now
You can lie to yourself
But I'll find out today
When we're both up in heaven
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14. |
Savior Show
01:24
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15. |
Aspartame
02:40
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Sacred
Crude
Tender
Earth
Cold hearts pumping
Thick black blood
Sever the veins
Let it leak into the body
Sacred
Body
Patient
Ghosts
Their Nation was here
Before our nation's birth
Those who remain
Will still be standing
Let loose the dogs
We'll keep the things we took
And we'll shoot you in the face
If we don't like the way you look
Sacred
Ground
Heavy
Bones
Safe in the cradle
Of their mother’s womb
Never suspect it would
Be cut open
Sacred
Water
Mother
Giver
Speak, scream, and fight for her
but they won't listen
Forcing it inside
Without her permission
Let loose the dogs
We'll keep the things we took
And we'll shoot you in the face
If we don't like the way you look
Let loose the dogs
We'll keep the things we took
And we'll shoot you in the face
If we don't like the way you look
Sacred ground
Brave spirits are riding on steeds with their descendants
Sioux pursuing suited parasitic stratigraphic rapists
Who pierce the soil and suck and suck, their hunger never sated
Fat ticks on a starving dog, as she’s slowly overtaken
Her tears purest lake water gift to her children
While corporations spin a lie into a future promise broken
Repeating the sins to which they've never admitted
From dark chapters of history, conveniently omitted
A modicum of empathy would help in deciding
Or should we go back to December 29th of 1890
How many million barrels of blood flowed through Dakota
Buried deeper than your hands in her pockets to hit your quota
Sacred ground
Those who remain will still be standing
On sacred ground
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