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Better World A-Comin'
01:53
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There's a better world a-comin', don't you SEE SEE SEE—
When we'll all be union & we'll all be free,
There's a better world, a-comin', don't you see.
There's a better world a-comin', tell you WHY WHY WHY—
We will beat em in the sea and beat em in the sky,
There's a better world a-comin', tell you why.
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Diaspora
02:28
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This is my best try forget forget
Longside the Lehman I sat & wept
This is the country— Go home, GO HOME
Diaspora is a highway I walk alone
My god has abandoned me, my brothers have abandoned me.
I have abandoned my god. I have abandoned my brothers.
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Bigger Boxes
02:18
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Tearing open boxes for a home— We could live there with our clothes off, lying inside like 2 homeless people in a cardboard rainstorm New York.
Crawling under boxes for a home— We could lay there with our guns out, fighting off the aliens & Sauron (who are terrorizing New York).
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World War III (WWIII)
02:14
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Ian is an advocate of World War III. He'd love to watch us blow each other up on his TV... Pardon me, but you can't deny he's got style.
BANG! Whoosh! BANG! whoooOOOSH!!!
Take them out!! Depose the leader!! Take them out of their houses & shoot them in the backs, THOSE BASTARDS.
We saved the world, and we didn't know what we were doing. We didn't have a fucking clue!
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The words begin to lose their meaning.
Where do they go? They become one with the universe— it's internetworked!
Do aliens listen to music? Is there rock 'n' roll on Venus?
1,000 are in a painting. Everything is integrating...
While Rosie reveals that rock & roll is all about the cool things that $$$ can buy (get a job!), I ask, "Was art ever about anything more relevant?" And I HATE politics... I've a job!
O, all the masturbatory charms of an ever growing bourgeoisie & me!
I ask, why is it necessary? Why do we do these things we do? Is it because cavemen did it with their cave paints?
(But who says all the acts of cavemen must be reduced to sheer survival reflex?)
The words begin to lose their meaning— Is it because cavemen did it with their eyes closed?
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Cold Hands
01:51
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Please don't become a liar, because you have the most genuine expressions and you could so easily destroy my faith in humanity
Please keep your hands as cold so they'll always need warming. I'd hate to be rendered obsolete @ such an early age, but not as much as I'd hate to be considered cold
I'd give anything at all to make you stop worrying about that thing you're always worrying about—
There I go, bringing it up again.
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Indie In Love
01:43
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I'm bored, so I'm gonna start an indie band
Masturbate & dry my hands
Good lord! We are o so fucking cool
Let's drink chlorinated water from your pool
My tight pants are killing me. Oh baby can't you see ur love fits me like a glove... You're the only one I'm not bored of.
I have carbon dioxide in my breath
My calves are the same color as my chest
Rehab is what awaits me I'll bet... it's probable, probably
Fuck this fuck that fuck you fuck CATS I don't care about your sexual orientation
I'm an indie in love
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Twist & Shout
04:06
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Danna rode to school today upon a horse her parents bought her when she turned 16, the year her boyfriend, Ian, only gave a mix CD of the 12 greatest rock&roll songs ever writ (she threw it in the trash b/c this retro shit is killing her).
Avishai was always bored, he thought he'd die of boredom jesus christ when even smoking drugs no longer helps, you know it's over.
All that Sarah ever wanted was to be a PUNK ROCK COOL KID like her older sister, Beth, but everyone just called her dyke bitch.
An iPod filled w/ dancey tunes from the mid-to-late '80s was found on the Bklyn waterfront amidst a great construction site stuck permanently in between the stages of destruction & completion. Stop killing your feet— these days, nobody cares about that rock and roll, it doesn't matter if it's good or not.
All we can do is slow dance.
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Please come back lover & teach me to dance with you.
Where are you going, my pure sweet chrysanthemum?
Please come back lover & teach me to dance with you... I promise you flower I'll yet learn to swing.
I'd like to put you inside my lapel as I waltz & sashay across some grand ole hall
But you're on your way to LA, baby,
Where they've all got style
And know how to ball.
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Skyline Burning
02:35
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The skyline is on fire, dear,
With the exhaustion of lovers here.
I've never seen ambition burn so high...
Moonlight never saw this twice.
Waited for you and that attitude until near half past the sunset
But I swore to the village recluse I'd teach her to let her hair down loose.
I know a phoenix rising, it's not surprising.
This is our last dance under a skyline burning.
You'll never know, but the way you promise it makes this rope knot once over a blue moon setting.
The horizon, just a means to an end
Has a wicked way of setting flame
To the way in which we take our flight
Halfway thru to midnight.
(Lyrics by Leah Breish)
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Truck
01:28
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Lying down like a deadman in the back of Yitzchak's truck
It dawned on me that I was no longer breathing
So I asked him "Friend would you lend me a defibrillator, please?"
He said sorry buddy but I haven't got one in the car
I hated him.
Drowning in a swimming pool like an angry young man do
I asked my rabbi if he'd give me proof but all he gave me was a book
So I swam to the surface.
I hated him, too.
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