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For Nicolas Cage
00:33
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"the caves won't save us - nothing can"
- Nicolas Cage, Knowing
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Collage Life
09:15
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PART I
speaking slow on the phone
when you lie to me and say that I'll be better off alone
oh I've walked these woods a thousand times
to prove that I'm not home, I'm not at home, I'm not at home
we'll talk it out in the rain
anesthetize my face so you won't have to see the pain
oh I might be sore tomorrow, but I'll be so far away
so far away, so far away
we'll talk it out in the rain
anesthetize my face so you won't have to see the pain
oh I might be sore tomorrow, but I'll be so far away
so far away, so far away
PART II
white walls and carpet floors
I wanted to stay awake for more
I couldn't stop and close my eyes
and try to ignore
thin walls and the rocking chair
I had to leave it swaying there
I couldn't open up my eyes
I couldn't open up my eyes
and the darkness of the cold, dark night
was an omen, was a prophet at my side
oh, I tried
PART III
I wasn't awake, I cannot be tied to my mistakes
I couldn't decide whether to take the wheel and
drive or hit the brakes
I wasn't aware, or maybe alive I just don't care
so lay me to rest, supporting the beating heart that's
shivering in my chest
PART IV
and when I got here, my first thought was to leave
but now that I'm older, I've given up on trying
to be the man I tried to be
ambition, my first thought was to leave
but now that it's colder, I've given up on trying
to be the man I tried to be
ambition, convince me again
now that I'm older, I've given up on trying
to be the man I tried to be
ambition, convince me again
consistent, I've given up on trying
to be the man I tried to be
oh oh oh
be the man I tried to be
cause I'll never be the man I tried to be
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3. |
Indiglo
03:04
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I got out of bed, late
I couldn't move from inside prison-cell jeans
a logical means of being misunderstood
it wasn't a crutch, it didn't mean much
but I meant it enough
Indiglo, I didn't know, aura, around
you wear it like a crown
you wear it like a crown
on the way, down
I couldn't see from behind lenses of black
you cut me some slack when I quoted a Pavement song
it said we were, "stuck, shit out of luck"
and then we parted ways 'cause we were both OK
Indiglo, I didn't know, aura, around
you wear it like a crown
you wear it like a crown
Indiglo, I didn't know, aura, around
you wear it like a crown
you wear it like a crown
Indiglo, I didn't know, aura, around
you wear it like a crown
you wear it like a crown
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4. |
Promised Things
04:14
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dusk of a summer night
I'll tempt you with rings, promised things
I'm spinning good yarn, eyes full of charm from a head pulling strings
a soft and warm "goodnight"
but the night brings me back to my room
with your lips dry and your face smooth
and I don't mind
no, I don't mind
dimples of light in the water at night
are helping to find a better way
lost on the roads in my mind
they stretch out for miles...
you point out the way you want me to go
I won't be a crutch, I won't lose touch and fall apart
dimples of light in the water at night
are helping to find a better way
and the night brings me back...
dusk of a summer night
I'll tempt you with rings, promised things
you're spinning good yarn, eyes full of charm from a head pulling strings
a soft and warm "goodnight"
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5. |
Cannibal Resource
03:57
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look around at everyone
everyone looks alive and waiting
the wind is up, the stars are out
the sun is calm, the light is fading
but we are
still counting on cannibal resource
OK, open your eyes
I think you're more than a terrified witness
behind the arbitrary line
can it ask a question?
can it sing a melody?
can it be interpreted?
or is it more than what the eye can see?
maybe not
still counting on cannibal resource
OK, open your eyes
I think you're more than a terrified witness
behind the arbitrary line
I'm crying
I'm crying
still counting on cannibal resource
OK, open your eyes
I think you're more than a terrified witness
behind the arbitrary line
the arbitrary line
the arbitrary line
the arbitrary line
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6. |
Delusions of Grandeur
03:29
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shards of sunlight sprinkle down and touch a rosy
ground - explosions of red and green flowers rise to
tangle up with blue fluorescent skies
an eagle flies up away and circles down and
dives - shining lightning of white and golden brown
reminded of something we wade in delusions of grandeur
wishes to our ankles, lies up to our knees
pushing us out of all types of confusion with strangers
pushing us out of all types of confusion with strangers
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Utica, NY
02:15
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it was the summer that I tried to grow a beard
and adhered to that plan until I became a man
we packed our bags and drove up north
through a place called Utica, NY
boards of ply-wood replaced the window shades
just like sticky snakes of tar fill up cracks in the road
we drove real fast and locked the doors
past a place called Utica, NY
the lady in the front seat grew up not so far away
she watched that city fly by and thought of yesterday
of young love in its infancy and
a hometown hero's wish to be released
the 70s and the cellar door
a useful seed from an apple core
a memory, and nothing more
Utica, NY
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9. |
Bad Actress/Callbacks
02:04
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I can read her thoughts like Dr. Seuss
she doesn't know what 'cryptic' means, but what's the use?
she's a bad actress
I'm getting pretty tired of it
she's a bad actress
I'm sure if she wanted to keep it a secret she could have managed that
I can read her thoughts like War and Peace
it takes a really long time 'cause it's in the language that she speaks
she's a bad actress
I'm getting pretty tired of it
she's a bad actress
I'm sure if she wanted to keep it a secret she could have managed that
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10. |
11' 11"
04:48
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time for bed, father said
and I lay down my head to rest
but sleep won't come, and I hear humming
coming from the other room
I kneel beside the table by my bedside
and match up all my fingertips
but no one's there
the empty words can cut the air around me
but you're not there and I don't care
it's better off that way
we kill and die, we pray and
try to please you every day
we made you, we worship you
our divine Frankenstein, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
your son died but you live in our minds
your son died but you live in our minds
but you're not there and I don't care
it's better off that way
we kill and die, we pray and
try to please you every day
sometimes I can't do it on my own
sometimes I can't do it on my own
sometimes I can't do it on my own
sometimes I can't do it on my own
sometimes we can't do on our own
sometimes we can't do on our own
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there's nothing wrong with being alone
there's nothing wrong with being alone
as long as you're home, as long as you know
that it's OK to be alone
it's OK to be alone
as long you're known, as long as you don't
expect much in return
there's nothing wrong with trying to live
there's nothing wrong with trying to live
as long as you're hid, as long as you never give
yourself away
it's OK to try to live
it's OK to try to live
as long as you did, as long as you can think about
the things you did
and didn't do, for you
I couldn't have lied or even tried to
I didn't want to turn and run
for fear of getting nothing done
I couldn't please everyone
I couldn't even please anyone
there's nothing wrong with being alone
there's nothing wrong with being alone
as long you're known, as long as you know
no one's gonna call, no one at all
nobody care, nobody's there
and we all die alone
and nothing ever ends, you know...
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