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Hypocrites/Headlines
04:41
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Calm down
Calm down, calm down
Hypocrites reading my headlines
Calm down, calm down
Readers throwing ink
Sipping coffee
Reading how to lose weight
How to never lose faith
God knows, God knows
We’re wasting all of our words
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Singing I’d rather die, I’d rather die
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Singing I’d rather die, I’d rather die
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Little Ole Max
01:45
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Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Singing I’d rather die, I’d rather die
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Singing I’d rather die, I’d rather die
Now one day Maxwell came running down
To see his Papa’s station
With nobody around
In the old part of town
Maxwell smoked the night away singing
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Singing I’d rather die, I’d rather die
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Singing I’d rather die, I’d rather die
Now thirty years later
With his wife a goner
And Maxwell always stationary
Sitting on his ass
Eating out of a glass
Made of cigarette butts
And old vinyls
He keeps saying to himself
Maxwell, you’re a good man
Don’t listen to what others say
He keeps dancing with his mind
Just to kill the time
Keeps on, keeps on, keeps on singing
Little ole, little ole, little ole
Little ole Maxwell
So little ole Max smoking three foot poles
Little ole Max smoking
I’d rather die, I’d rather die
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Readers
02:59
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(Instrumental)
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Sick to his eyes
Under the falling
Of many people
Looking at the star
Legs on fire
And he’s under
Your fire-filled cathedral
And he hates the world
And he wants his reason
He’s got good reason
To want to
He’s sleeping under
Your fire escape
He’s dreaming
To pat the world
Got his matchbook
That he found
Under 42nd Street lamppost
The lamppost he found
And the dogs
Ignore him
And the thieves
They steal from his bed
But he’s the real thief
He’s the only one to know the
Iodine
I don’t know why
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Pen & Paper
02:22
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(Instrumental)
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Colour
06:38
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(Instrumental)
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Stuttering
01:33
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(Instrumental)
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The Morning Paper
02:17
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Boy, you’re getting old
A splotch of ink starting to bleed
Sitting naked all alone
Throwing bullshit at a wall to see what sticks
Boy, you’re looking bad
Wrinkled out in the sun too long
Torn back
Yellow-black liver from too much alcohol
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Reporters
04:51
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Welcome Home
01:28
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(Instrumental)
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Lonely World
04:07
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Lying on my hands, killing time and I’m broken in
Shadeless colour finds itself trapped between the blinds
Darkened window, ink-stained, pornographic holiday
Advertisements throw themselves onto shameless pavement
Caught a crack of what’s left through the cracks in the pavement
Loose change, bus passes, I can’t find my credit card
Buy a card, child abuse, I’ll just pay for a new child
Long goodbye this lonely world
Long goodbye my only world
Lying on everything while everything is lying on me
The paper’s done in time to make it to the front of your
Conversation, misconceptions, black and blued cow awaits a better day
Pop a pill to ease the pain till you’ve crossed the line
The line is crossed says the king, says the god
Who steals your money for the priest
Got caught, undressed and red-handed
Nothing matters, we’re just a bunch of walking wallets anyway
Long goodbye this lonely world
Long goodbye my only world
It’s the readers and reporters who are wasting all their words
It’s the readers and reporters who are wasting all their words
Rise and shine, pump the oil
But don’t forget your morning pills
So you can be just as good as everyone else
Is fucking stupid, says the goat in pink
Forgot his eye colour, skin colour, I don’t even know I’m reckless
Leave the bags at home, garbage day is Thursday
Guess we’ve all been wrong
While we’re lost in the trash, lost in the headlines
Broken faces laugh until death, when we’ve been wrong
Still nothing can ease the pain
Imaginary friends, schizophrenic
Diabetic father and son were all in my head
So please won’t you calm down
You reader, you reporter
You’ll never change a lonely world
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12. |
Readers & Reporters
04:01
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Wasting all…
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Dylan Seeger New York, New York
Dylan Seeger is a designer and musician living in New York City.
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