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Moon House
03:46
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I’m doing just fine
Living a lie
Up in the sky
Built me a house
Wearing a crown
Coz no one’s around
Don’t look down
On the man in the moon
Back down on Earth
Things just got worse
And worse and worse
Until it all just burst
I decided to leave
Hopped in a cab
Drove off into the night
With hope in my eyes
Now I’ll be the first to admit
That I’m a bit bored
Can’t go to the grocery store
Can’t get the news
Only the blues
I got nothing to choose
I got nothing to lose
So I think that I might
Start up my own
Printing press
To make the best of it all
Let’s build a mall
Right down the hall
To ensure a constant flow
Of ad spend
In a little house
With a little mouse
His name is Klaus
And I’m gonna give him
All the love
That I’ve got to give
Just after this:
A word from our sponsor
"Take ten percent off
If you sell us your kids"
R.O.I., R.O.I.
It’s gonna be different
This time
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Take a closer look
It's the city of the future
That we're talking about
We've got radioactive
Toothpaste, two-day shipping
On canned goods
Everyone's aroused
Of course, I can't be
All too sure, my friend
As I haven't left the house
But with 3D-printed Vitamin D
I'm about as happy
As I'll ever be
Just around the corner
Is a tailor and a barber
And they're getting it on
I can hear them
From the kitchen
Where the windows are large
But the curtain is drawn
I hear them speak
About the subtlety
Of skin and how it feels
To be lost amidst
The new construction
When a voice once distant
Becomes clear
Like meeting eyes
With strangers
Every night at prime time
I wake up in a cold sweat
With the TV on
When the screen
Turns into a mirror
My face is caked with makeup
And the crowd applauds
That's when the rerun
With Dr. Phil plays
He's cutting off Oprah's arm
Each time it's a bigger knife
Each time the blood
Is more true to life
Sometimes I miss
The old days
When the sky was blue
And there was nothing to do
We would walk around the city
Peeking into windows
For a point of view
You were a stranger
To me then
And you're a stranger
To me now
But I'm dying to see you, so
Get out of your fucking house
Like meeting eyes
With strangers
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3. |
Theoretical Daughter
03:33
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Lost behind the wheel
Of a cheap rental car
The rain is falling
On my windshield, so hard
And my daughter
Who’s guarded
She’s starting to bawl
She says, “you don’t
Understand me at all”
The maternity ward
Dismantles itself
To sit at the back of the shelf
Where I thought it belonged
Until you came along
Now I’m wondering
If I had been wrong
Lost behind the wheel
On a lifelong trip
And I’m losing my grip
My hand starts to slip
As the passenger seat
Rumbles and weeps
You don't listen to me
Or see the beauty you reap
Please don’t cry, love
You’ve got nothing but time
Open your eyes
See the butterflies
In the carbonized skies
And when the sun finally rises
You’ll know you’re alive
But I don’t know
What I want for you
It feels like
It’s all just a ruse
When our tears
Disappear into water
I’ll know you could’ve
Been my daughter
Please don’t cry, love
You’re feeling down
You’ve got nothing
To worry about
Nothing to doubt
Please don’t cry, love
You’re all right
You’ve got nothing
To worry about
No one to doubt
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4. |
Checks and the City
03:44
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When the river hits
Too close to home
And the skyline
Is a parody of its former self
I'll be here to turn
The lights out
For all the dead poets
Turned trust fund kids
What a joke
I'll write a check to the city
When I first got here
My eyes were wider
Than a double-space
And after all this time
I'm still in awe of the place
Like a hedonistic
Wallet blender
Or an abusive relationship
How could I leave?
Another check to the city
I wanna be here
When the towers fall
To breathe in the asbestos
And rebuild it all
When you're given
Something special
Hold it close for all your life
Another flower quarantined
Outside the dust has settled
On yesterday's papers, that read,
"Forget about the old days"
I'm nineteen again
With the sun in my eyes
I wanna feel the wind in my hair
I wanna be alive
And in uncharted waters
I feel these mixed emotions
Between the back-alley abortions
And the tramps going through
Their motions
Worlds collide before my eyes
Think I'll make it here
For another night
I'll write a check to the city
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I woke up with the nuns
Surrounding me
I got blood on my suit
And soup in my boots
In the morning
I prefer some time to myself
Or else I'll come down
Like a cat with a shoe
On its back, oh no
Didn't I say
You should all relocate?
You know I'm no savior
That wasn't me on the
Cross-eyed woman
With her eyelids glued shut
She keeps giving me
A hard time because
She thinks she saw me
Coming back to life
So I go and lock the door
In a little back room
Of this missionary
Ranch house
Or wherever I'm staying
I don't know how I got here
I don't know where I'm going
But I know that I'm tired
Of being framed as a saint
Let's go!
Did I say
The dove would be okay?
Well, when I saw him collapse
Behind the barn
I didn't think his life
Would depend upon me
I'm far from a surgeon
But I'm surrounded
By virgins, oh no
Every night I see
Charlie Parker emerge
Through my window
He's trying to bed me
He's free as a bird
Burdened by nothing
There's nothing stranger
Than a stranger
In the strangest world
So I go and lock the door
To my deluxe apartment
Atop this missionary
Ranch house
Or wherever I'm staying
I don't want to die here
But I'm afraid to leave
I saw blood
On the floorboards
And a used magazine
When I found it
I was careful
I didn't say nothing
To the priest or the nuns
Or to Charlie Parker
Who acts like a pimp
He's trying to seduce me
He's got radios playing
His beautiful music
Throughout the entire
Museum, I mean this
Missionary ranch house
Or wherever I'm staying
I don't know what
I'm saying anymore
Come and join me
We're going on
A magical adventure
I'm gonna cleanse you
Of your filth
You're a sinner
I'm a winner
Let's get dinner
Hallelujah!
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6. |
Lost Weekend
04:14
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Here I go again
Watching the hairs grow
On my aching neck
Here am I again
Wasting my time
On all the wrong intentions
They said I shouldn't go
I said I wouldn't look back
But that's a joke
So here I lie again
Lost in the weekend
All of the time
All of my time again
Gone like wind in sand
I'm on my own again
All of the time
All of my time
Where did it go?
It was here
And now it's gone
And now you're gone
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7. |
Small Fry (Big Sigh)
06:41
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In the middle of the night
I was awoken by surprise
When a bolt of lightening
Electrified my eyes
Like an oblivious tourist
The current followed me
To ask for directions
Back to 42nd Street
I tried my best
To help him find his way
But I couldn't speak English
So I didn't know what to say
I asked for a line
Could you hand me my page
And the director, he threw me
Right off of the stage
I said, "What the hell
Are you doing? I thought
We were friends!"
He took off his glasses
To clean his prescription lens
And says,
"Listen here, you punk, you've
Embarrassed me again"
I said, "But your production's
Fucking plain and you've
Got no integrity"
"You are a small fry
You can call me 'Big Sigh'
Bye-bye!"
I departed the theater at 9:49
Only then I remembered
That I had to catch a flight
So I held out my arm
And I tried to hail a cab
When a girl in pajamas says,
"You have to use the app"
I rolled my eyes
As I reached for my phone
But it reeked of glue
I said, "I think it might explode"
I asked the girl for a ride
On her bougie motorbike
She said, "You strike me
As an outdoorsman
Why don't you take a hike?"
I said,
"It's none of your business
What I do with my time
Can't you see I've got
A plane to catch
Is that such a crime?"
She said,
"That ain't my problem, man
You are asking for too much
Driving to JFK
At rush hour is a bitch"
And as she ditched me
I yelled out,
"You are a small fry
You can call me 'Big Sigh'
Bye-bye!"
Next thing I knew
I was flying above the zoo
On a magic red carpet
With Ben Stiller, too
He asked me about
His movies, I said,
"I think I've seen a few"
And then he mumbled
Something off, and said,
"I'm so sick of the zoo"
Don't go writing me
No letters to the editor
I mean, I hate the zoo
As much as the next guy
But this just isn't the time
For an activist stance
When you've got blood
On your own hands
Put down your chicken
Sandwich, this thing's
Gotta land
I said, "I told you this morning
That I could not be late
I've got an op-ed to submit
And the paper don't wait"
He said, "I'm doing my best
But I guess that's not enough"
I said, "I appreciate your
Hospitality but I can't be
Bothered with this cordiality
When you are a small fry
You can call me 'Big Sigh'
As I ride off into the night
Like a kite, feel so light
Bye-bye!"
If you see me on the flight
You better back off
I can't slack off all night
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Pretend for a day
You've got nothing to say
As you stare down
At your plate
Pics or it didn't happen
Are you grieving
Under your skin?
I can see right
Through your grin
I can see where you've been
Coz I know
Everything about you
And you know
Nothing about me
How can it be?
I've seen your life
Flash before my eyes
On the screen
Like I'm living in
A lifestyle magazine
Pretty faces
Pretending to care
While all my friends
Are the same person
All my friends are the same
When friends are just
Numbers in a machine
They have a habit of
Falling between
The zeros and ones
And as the distance
Between us grows
They think that
We're still close
It just goes to show
That all our lives
Are just abject commodities
I'm hopeful that my pain
Has been aesthetically
Pleasing in your feed
Please show me
Where you bleed
The color's the same for me
Even if we disagree
Coz all my friends
Are the same person
How 'bout you?
Coz all my friends
Are the same
All my friends are the same!
Have an original thought
Once in your life
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9. |
Red is the Color
03:47
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Do I seem distant to you?
Like thoughts rearranged
Are we not strange
In our own ways?
Loosened associations
Like a whale in ballet
A dissonant sway
Are we not strange?
When the night falls
I'll fall for you
And your whims
Will amuse me
As your faults disappear
Tonight I'll see the world
Through your eyes
Open your eyes
What do you see
When seasons change?
Will you still feel the same?
If only we'd learn
Are we so strange
If red is the color
That runs through our veins?
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10. |
Imagination Station
05:28
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Sneaky little
Man-made sucker punch
Fooling around
With the printer’s son
You and me fit each other
Like a glove
Hiding in the closet
Like a hurricane
Feeling around
For a formal snake
You and me know we’re not
What we’re supposed to be
Slip me your number
Pretty colors
You feel for the right one
With your tongue
My imagination
Is pulling right out
Of the station
Pull down the shades
So you’re not opaque
Peel back the layers
Of your birthday cake
Like you know what you want
But you cannot have
Sinning upstairs
In the fort we made
Kidding ourselves
That it’s just a phase
You oughta know by now
That we’re born this way
Know by now
But you don’t wanna say
Coz you’re afraid
Of a bitter pill
That you long to
Swallow anyway
My imagination
Is pulling right out
Of the station
You’re on the other side
Of a broken fence
Why don’t you knock it down
And come on out?
Sell me your rainbow
Fellow stranger
Do I look the part
To you anyway?
My imagination
Is pulling right out
Of the station
When you least expect it
She enters again
Spinning around
In a dress, just confess
What a mess you’ve made
Feelings tied
Misty eyes
Will he, won’t he
Loosen the string
Let it swing
Astray in the air?
He cycles around
Painting the town
Make up your mind
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11. |
Renaissance Man
04:03
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The moon is made
Of cheese, you see
They put it there
For you and me
Won't you come
And take a piece?
It's on sale now
So don't be slow
Can't beat these prices
That's for sure
What else do you
Need to know?
What else could you
Ever need to know?
Shop all day
Shop all night
It's your right
It's the American Dream
And the future's bright
Find a husband
While you check the mail
Shame a stranger
While you save the whales
It's a good thing
That you did today
If they don't see it
Then they're to blame
Now put on your coyote fur
Let's show the world
You're a connoisseur
Anna Wintour would be
Proud of you, it's a shame
She'll never, ever have a clue
Better get in the queue
Go into debt
Jetset and beget
You're America's best
Who needs to think
When the stars are
All aligned for you?
We tell you what
To buy and do
If you don't
Have the means
We'll lend it to you
And you'll pay someday
Don't worry about
The high interest rates
I helped myself
To a book or two
I put a quote
Online for you
Now tell me
I'm a renaissance man
I beat my own
Attention span
The slot machines
At Toys-R-Us
The JCPenny outlet
Store combusts
I heard we put
A man on the moon
Maybe we can do it
Again soon
Fat fucking chance
We'll just stream it
Instead
So we can watch it
From bed
Now in high-def
Forever content
Who needs to think
When the stars are all
Aligned for you?
We paved the way
With Mountain Dew
If you don't
Have the means
We'll rent it out
For a monthly fee
Don't worry, kid
It's just the
American Dream
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Dylan Seeger New York, New York
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