1. |
Change Up
03:49
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Don’t look back, nothing there, nothing for you
Don’t look down, lift your head, give a sign
Every first step is hard to take, I’ll tell you what
My first step is towards the bar, to lift up spirits
Problems solved, problems made; this is not the end
Puncture pride! Hope can be so unkind
And if you thought times were getting easier it’s time to guess again
My first step it always leads me wrong, and so
I don’t need a helping hand (I get the feeling you’ll be missing me)
It’s not a game, it’s not a waste
I don’t need a helping hand (you say it’s over, I say “wait and see”)
It’s not a game, it’s not a waste
Problems solved, problems made; this not the end
Break your fall: there’s still time to start again
And this revision, it won’t leave us empty handed - my feet are lead
We don’t need a change-up, just a change of pace - so listen now
I don’t need a helping hand (I get the feeling you’ll be missing me)
It’s not a game, it’s not a waste
I don’t need a helping hand (you say it’s over, I say “wait and see”)
It’s not a game, it’s not a waste…
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2. |
Zero Commitment
03:39
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Don’t talk about survival, 'cause I’ve already survived you
You think it's just all better, but you know the truth:
I was not ready to let you go, you cut me loose.
You were never with me, so how could I lose? But I wish I had who I thought I knew
You just don’t get it and I’ve had enough
Well I’m getting really sick of this, i’m gonna call your bluff
Zero Commitment is what you gave to me
Zero Commitment, it kills a good thing
You didn’t win, I didn’t lose, it’s something that I wouldn’t choose
I’m gonna tell you something you don’t wanna hear:
Oh baby baby you made me cry but i’m still here.
Don’t talk about survival, 'cause I’ve already survived.
And I'll make myself feel better, you know the truth:
I am so ready to let you go, just get away
You were never with me, so how could I lose, but i wish I had who I thought I knew
I can't remember just who you are
but I cannot care, so I'll just write you off...
Zero Commitment is what you gave to me
Zero Commitment, it kills a good thing
You didn’t win, I didn’t lose, it’s something that I wouldn’t choose
I’m gonna tell you something you don’t wanna hear:
Oh baby baby you made me cry but i’m still here.
I’ve already survived you but, it still hurts
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3. |
Black Raven
04:05
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Not bad luck, it’s just a bad time…
Believe in anything you please
You’re losing self control with ease
Circumstance can’t be held at bay
There’s empty space in everything you say
Not bad luck, it’s just a bad time…
Another day left discontent
An angry letter left unsent
Circumstance can’t be held at bay
Why can’t you see it had to be this way?
Not bad luck, it’s just a bad time…
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4. |
Wishing for You
04:18
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Ooooooooooo
Don’t you pick it up, don’t you put it down
Just you wait and see how it turns out
Just you be yourself, and you work real hard
And we’ll wait and see how it turns out
Second guessing all your thoughts-
Makes you feel so bad...
It’s the only thing you had
I was sitting by myself
Didn’t have no one else, but that’s not so bad
But when the seasons change, I will still remain myself
Still second guessing all your thoughts
Makes you feel so bad… it’s the only thing you had…
…………..
And I’m waiting, yes still waiting, and I want to hear your call
There’s no room near you at all
I’m still struggling to let you go
But I know now, I need to put you to rest
Still second guessing all your thoughts
Makes you feel so bad… oh! It’s the only thing I had
The only thing we've left my dear: a pain beyond compare
Wish you were still here
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5. |
After the Show
04:18
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That man up there on stage, you’re nothing to him (he doesn’t care)
You’re a smiling face, such a pretty face, but you’re nothing to him (he doesn’t care)
I can see the look on your face, I can see the stars in your eyes (he doesn’t care)
You’re gonna find him after the show but he’s gonna tell you lies
He doesn’t love you, he just loves his Rock & Roll
He doesn’t love you, he just loves his Rock & Roll
When he says “I love you,” you think that it’s your song
But I’ve got one thing to tell you: honey you’re wrong
After the show he’ll be on his way, on the road to another city
He’ll find another girl who’s just like you, and I bet she’ll be just as pretty
That man up there on stage, you’re nothing to him (he doesn’t care)
You’re a smiling face, such a pretty face, but you’re nothing to him (he doesn’t care)
He doesn’t love you, he just loves his Rock & Roll
He doesn’t love you, he just loves his Rock & Roll
When he says “I love you,” you think that it’s your song
But I’ve got one thing to tell you: honey you’re wrong
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6. |
J.A.M.
03:56
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Well I never really had it before, but I knew it was good, and I wanted some more
But everything just happened so fast, the way you screwed up again, or can you deal and get past?
Because every time I open my mouth, I speak the truth and it pisses you off
And you hang out with your racist friends, oh you’re all so dumb I just wish you were dead
You don’t really want to try it
I want someone to satisfy me
You give good face, but it ain’t no thing
When i wanna get off I have to sing
Cause I’m a freak and I like to rage
I smile too much even when I’m in pain
I’m in your face and I’m really direct
I’m kinda messed up and I like it like that
Well I never really had it before, but I knew it was good, and I wanted some more
But now you're living in the future's past, will you screw up again, or can you deal and get past?
Because every time I open my mouth, I speak the truth and it pisses you off
And you hang out with your racist friends, oh you’re all so dumb I just wish it would end
You don’t really want to try it
I want someone to satisfy me
You give good face, but it ain’t no thing
When i wanna get off I have to sing
Cause I’m a freak and I like to rage
I smile too much even when I’m in pain
I’m in your face and I’m really direct
I’m kinda messed up and I like it like that
Should’ve known by the look on your face, it wasn’t the time or the place
No no no no no no no baby
I never feel like I could hide this
But then again I never really tried to
I know you can’t stay forever
You know there’s things that I've got to do
But if I had just one more hour
I might be able to get it through
I don’t know what’s going on, but I know it makes me
Strong
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7. |
Hold Me Tight
03:21
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8. |
Mixed Blessing
04:35
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Waiting for something
But holding on to nothing, no
But don’t think it’s one thing, it’s all a mixed blessing
Sometimes you must re-tread
When you just want to get ahead
But feelings get misread and words get left unsaid
Lyrics are what they are
It’s just words you're saying, you’re looking too far
It'd be a big mistake, yeah - to look things too closely and get things misread?
Listen to the sound instead, it’s all a mixed blessing
Don’t try to understand it, you can’t try to plan it no
And don’t think you can demand it too much much though… and I can’t stand it
I hope you can relate
If I don't want to hesitate, no
These vague notions in my mind….words that I can’t find
Lyrics are what they are
It’s just words we're saying, you’re looking too far
It'd be a big mistake, yeah - to look things to closely and get things misread?
Listen to the sound instead, it’s all a mixed blessing
(Good) Literature is hard… and bad rhymes can be worse
Don’t look too far-- please accept this verse
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9. |
Strikeout Summer
03:28
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Once upon a time, you might be too young to remember
Four guys and a girl had a summer to forget
The first guy was in love, and we all felt so proud, but I guess it wasn’t right:
She left him in a shroud
His best friend saw the end to his lonely misery (Missouri)
But the girl in question couldn’t make up her mind, couldn’t make up her mind….
It was a strikeout summer…..
The third guy had a lover in Chicago Illinois
His car broke down three separate times, some say its fate but I dunno…
The fourth girl and the guy, well they never were an item
With each other or anyone else
It seems like they’d be ready if the right one wanted to go steady, but the right one has yet to call
The right one has yet to call
It was a strikeout summer….
Once upon a time, you might be too young to remember,
Four guys and girl struck out hardcore
They lost their self esteem and they lost their easy pride
But summer turns to fall, it’s an up and down, i tried…
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10. |
Box of Death
04:06
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The ice is black, and the van is on its side…
But Rick from the Jack knows we’ve got a brand new ride
The Penske’s tough, the living’s not to regal
But that’s our style--you know it’s barely legal
One-room hell with a fiberglass roof
You can hide but, you can’t escape the truth
Crossing time zones not too great
The show is early but we’re much too late
But we can find some inspiration
Welllllllllll
Rolling through the ice of Oregon
Oh yeah the van is on its side
Two foot window, rolling through the ice and snow
But at least now we’ve got a new ride
It’s called the BOX OF DEATH
Fiberglass ceiling
BOX OF DEATH
Claustrophobic feeling
BOX OF DEATH
You know it’s not to regal
BOX OF DEATH
The livin’ aint too regal
BOX OF DEATH
Man this ride is evil
BOX OF DEATH
We wobble and we weevil
Get yourself some coffee it’s the end of the line
BOX OF DEATH
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11. |
Follow Through
05:39
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I made all the changes you demanded
You kept dreaming, and those dreams just expanded
But things change, some common, some strange
Pleasures made i wish to keep
The excuses I make... will be worse than a failure
I have plans too, and I want to follow through
The excuses you make will be worse than a failure
I have plans too and I want to follow through
The weight gains, I wait on
Struggle… strain, but still you won't say long
When the roles reverse, i feel perverse because
I lost what I used to respect
The excuses I make...will be worse than a failure
I have plans too, and I want to follow through
The excuses I make… will be worse than a failure
I have plans too and I want to follow through
I hold myself back, but there’s no excuse
Is it your move? I’m waiting for your call
And if you need a place, you want the truth instead?
I don’t care at all.
So if you want the truth instead, I don’t care at all.
The weight gains, I wait on…
Struggle… strain, but still you won't stay long
And the roles reverse, i feel perverse because
I lost what I used to respect
The excuses I make… will be worse than a failure
I have plans too, and I want to follow through
The excuses I make… will be worse than a failure
I have plans too and I want to follow through
The excuses you make, will be worse than a failure
I have plans too and I want to follow through
The excuses we make will be worse than your failure
I had plans too, and I want to follow through.
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12. |
This is It
04:45
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I want for you, and you want too but not for me
And it’s making me cry
There are wagers, there are movers and shakers
Love hesitates and moves on by
So this is it: We end on a handshake
After moments of lust and misery
At least you could tell me what I am to you
Or is it something I could never be?
I won’t pretend to feel fine
First you stole my fire, then you broke my heart
And now you make me feel like I’m falling apart
The pain, the pride, that’s what is left inside
I live on the love and the anger….
I won’t pretend to feel fine
First you stole my fire, then you broke my heart
And now you make me feel like I’m falling apart
The pain, the pride, that’s what is left inside
I live on the love and the anger….
So this is it: We end on a handshake
After moments of lust and misery
At least you could tell me what I am to you
Or is it something I could never be?
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