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Paperbacks & Pills
04:46
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Paperbacks and pills are all I need to feel all right
She said "thanks for the invite, but I'm staying in tonight
I know it's been awhile since I came to your neighborhood,
but times ain't good."
Taking tramadol and losing myself in the page
lately I've been feeling much, much older than my age
but everybody's got to take their turn inside the cage, sometimes
Oh, sometimes. But I'll be all right
Paperback distraction
Pills for satisfaction
They don't love me back
But I don't need all that
I can sense resistance
You're keeping your distance
You don't love me back
But I don't need all that
Yeah, I read those books you left by Marx and Fred Engels
I don't understand them but they look good on my shelves
I guess now you know I'm not so intellectual after all
Oh, at all. But I do all right.
Paperback distraction
Pills for satisfaction
They don't love me back
But I don't need all that
I can sense resistance
You're keeping your distance
You don't love me back
But I don't need all that
We all know where this will lead
There's time to kill habits to feed, somehow
Oh, somehow.
Smoke existential cigarettes
and take whatever I can get for now.
Oh, for now.
Paperbacks and pills they get me through when times get tough
I lie about reading Shakespeare but you never call my bluff
If this ain't working out just let me know you've had enough
and I'll go
Oh, I'll go. 'Cause I'll still be all right.
Paperback distraction
Pills for satisfaction
They don't love me back
But I don't need all that
I can sense resistance
You're keeping your distance
You don't love me back
But I don't need all that
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2. |
Faded Pink Cardigan
05:10
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Sit behind that desk like you don't care
reading those prose poems by Baudelaire
When I asked for novels you pointed upstairs
and used a pencil to tie up your black hair
And now I can't sleep
It's more than skin deep
I feel it way down in my bones
Your faded pink cardigan
is torn at the sleeve
You're breaking my heart again
I get no reprieve
I'm playing the part again
of boy in too deep
Your faded pink cardigan
this memory I keep
I know a girl who knows your ex-boyfriend
she says you chewed him up and spit him out again
I don't care if I end up like him
Oh, use me up and tear me limb from limb
Oh, lay me to waste
I just want a taste
of all those secrets hidden underneath
Your faded pink cardigan
is torn at the sleeve
You're breaking my heart again
I get no reprieve
I'm playing the part again
of boy in too deep
Your faded pink cardigan
this memory I keep
The other night you let me walk you home
You said you didn't want to be alone
You kissed me on the cheek outside your place
You said next time you might not be so chaste
Then you whispered goodnight
Did I hear you right
When you said that you hoped you'd see me soon?
Your faded pink cardigan
is torn at the sleeve
You're breaking my heart again
I get no reprieve
I'm playing the part again
of boy in too deep
Your faded pink cardigan
this memory I keep
Tried to go and see you yesterday
They said that you had gone and moved away
I knew it wouldn't last but that's ok
Oh, go to New York, get your MFA
If I see you again in London or Brooklyn
I promise I will try to play it cool
Your faded pink cardigan
is torn at the sleeve
You're breaking my heart again
I get no reprieve
I'm playing the part again
of boy in too deep
Your faded pink cardigan
this memory I keep
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Autofiction
03:47
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Tell me a story
Try not to bore me
Paint me a picture
Quote the scripture
Make it quick, don't waste my time
Dazzle me with every line
Make it raw and make it rough
So that I can't get enough
Well, truth is truth, but lies are healing
All that matters is the feeling
Wear it proud, your new affliction
Live your life in Autofiction
Wrote your novel
Hand on the throttle
Of your addiction
Autofiction
Sold the rights, or so I read
Recognition, got some bread
People say you're flying high
Got your piece of that big pie
Well, truth is truth, but lies are healing
All that matters is the feeling
Wear it proud, your new affliction
Live your life in Autofiction
I'll be waiting for those details
Tell me what the future entails
Spice it up but not too clever
Little lies they serve you better
Drinking wine and talking Proust
You and Rushdie introduced
Said your prose was so sublime
Now you're in search of lost time
Take the redeye to the coast
Sign the deal that pays the most
Time to put up, toe the line
Sell yourself while you got time
Well, truth is truth, but lies are healing
All that matters is the feeling
Wear it proud, your new affliction
Live your life in Autofiction
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4. |
Long Shot (For truggle)
05:04
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Take the train down to the east side
stacks of mysteries in your hands
Wear your inside on the outside
Hoping someone understands
Crumpled twenties in your pocket
Same T-Shirt for three days straight
Wear your beard like some crazed prophet
Bets are open, don't be late
I know you won't play it safe
Step to the window
Count it out slow
Now put all your dough
On the long shot
Stay high 'til you're low
Read Ed Allen Poe
You think you need more
than what you got
Drink your whiskey
Take the phone call
Write the number on your wrist
Smoke your cigarettes with strangers
Add one more vice to your list
With odds like this you can't resist
Step to the window
Count it out slow
Now put all your dough
On the long shot
Stay high 'til you're low
Read Ed Allen Poe
You think you need more
than what you got
Crush it up and breathe it in deep
Really goes straight to your head
Always looking for a release
from the tedium you dread
Walking where angels fear to tread
Step to the window
Count it out slow
Now put all your dough
On the long shot
Stay high 'til you're low
Read Ed Allen Poe
You think you need more
than what you got
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5. |
The End is Nigh!
04:16
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You said it was time for me to choose
either play it straight or cut you loose
Said "all those little books of yours don't pay."
Well, that's just what some philistine might say
Oh, but it doesn't matter anyway
'Cause the end is nigh
so let's say goodbye
I don't know if I
should just laugh or cry
Well, I'm no fatalist
but all roads lead to this
I think we all know why
oh, the end is nigh
I took the money, spent all my advance
paying for those trips to Paris, France
They told me that I'd easily earn out
But now they're on the hook for forty thou
Oh, but it doesn't matter anyhow
'Cause the end is nigh
so let's say goodbye
I don't know if I
should just laugh or cry
Well, I'm no fatalist
but all roads lead to this
I think we all know why
oh, the end is nigh
We've been waiting for a long, long time
for this day, this day
Tried my best but it's so hard to change
my ways, my ways
Stories of titans of industry
Great men of vision brought us to our knees
Ask me why I never played that game
Knew the dice were loaded in their name
But I'll take my fair share of the blame
'Cause the end is nigh
so let's say goodbye
I don't know if I
should just laugh or cry
Well, I'm no fatalist
but all roads lead to this
I think we all know why
oh, the end is nigh
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