1. |
Slackadelic
02:06
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Plebeians that bust off all the big shots,
they got assets making money, dollars, hand over fist.
Suffer basing honest walking tight-rope, free dope
Licky, licky sticky on the balsa wood
You thought you could.
He's got a good life.
He's got a nice wife.
He's got a sharp knife,
He's ready to cut it up.
He's gotta bullshit.
He's gotta think quick.
he's gotta bury evidence under the carpet.
Fervor fueled from flying forward.
Feelings ebb, feelings flow.
Clever man,
plays it safe.
Paralyzed
in his cage.
I gotta a new song,
I gotta have fun.
I gotta talkin', talkin' talkin' 'til the talking's done.
I gotta hot tip,
I gotta fat lip.
I gotta a puzzle ring from Turkey that does not fit.
Hate to be a stickler,
sweat the small stuff,
in the slackadelic mindset
in the U.S.A.
Heart to heart,
rolling heads.
coming back,
all the way.
Clever man,
plays it safe.
Paralyzed
in his cage.
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2. |
Swiss Valley
03:29
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Maybe what's important really shouldn't be important.
Maybe what's important's near impossible to see.
That backbone, he is everything I need;
A kind of spirit,
A kind of culture clutter.
In my brain like a revolving door
And spending all I'm worth.
I almost died.
I almost died.
I almost died.
...But I'm still alive.
And I'm a get real high,
I'm a get real low,
But I'm gonna fly.
(Hey whaddaya need?)
I need a little more!
Shovel underground,
Let the style have its breathing room.
Applesauce the clients,
Stolen beats go,
Hear them boom.
Check into the fire
Wearing dreams,
Lots of lessons learned.
People pushing magnet on the fridge
Getting freezer burn.
Maybe what's important really shouldn't be important.
Maybe what's important's near impossible to see.
A glorious thought came through,
Like a horror, a taboo.
I accept this part with hesitation,
Consideration of my love.
This story takes place
not so long ago
S-W-I-S-S
V-A-L-L-E-Y
So cool that it burns
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3. |
Inversion
04:09
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Forward ho,
I don't claim to know,
Traction on the phone,
Per due.
Some peruse,
For they made their minds,
Wake up ,
Walk out ,
On the avenue
Want to be shoulder,
You can lay your head on.
Want to make you happy,
When I sing you this song.
Want to shut the mouth,
And open up the ears.
Want to keep conquering,
All our fears.
No fun, inside,
So their minds have already died.
Who would have thought,
This iss what we bought,
Inspiration for another grudge?
On the way,
which seems most important,
Yes, of great importance...hey hey hey
Forward ho,
I don't claim to know,
Traction on the phone,
Per due.
Some peruse,
For they made their minds,
On the cell they find
Out on you.
Want to be shoulder,
You can lay your head on.
Want to make you happy,
When I sing you this song.
Want to shut the mouth,
And open up the ears.
Want to keep conquering,
All our fears.
Want to whisper baby,
"Do you want to dance?"
Want to burn all of it up to chance
Want to come clean of all that shit
Just to...
Just to...
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4. |
Unreasonable Demands
02:50
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The clock turns slowly,
Can't you see me here degrading?
I've played my part,
And now my dreams they may be fading.
Haunted visions congregate here by design.
They weigh down heavy on my thoughts
And I don't know...
(So there you are and here I am)
...How much more that I can stand.
(I don't know how much I can stand)
You hold my heart but not my hand...
(I don't know what you know)
With these unreasonable demands.
The crowded subway trains,
Robotic in their motion,
They pass me slowly,
As I drift upon this ocean,
Of broken promises,
And changes in command,
Apparitions cloud my thoughts,
And I don't know...
(So there you are and here I am)
How much more that I can stand,
(I don't know how much I can stand)
You hold my heart but not my hand...
(You hold my heart right in your hand)
And I don't know that I can stand...
(I don't know what you know)
All these unreasonable demands.
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5. |
Deux Wars
03:23
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We are not content until the pressure is off.
Mind the thought and things you do that might come true.
This had better be, better, better be good.
Better than before...
I could hang with jocks and the preps and the freaks,
Nerds, and the burners and the straights and the teach,
Dudes and the chicks,
the loners and the dicks,
The few who make sense,
And the hypocrites.
Pay attention,
There's something you need to learn.
Few get this chance in their lives.
Consider yourself one of the lucky ones.
Consider yourself,
True.
We are not content until the pressure is off.
Mind the thought and things you do that might come true.
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6. |
Raperville
03:02
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HA!!!!!
A half a dozen burdens,
maybe more,
came around the other morning.
Fever wishing frantically to crack a smile,
In truth it came out wrong,
All full of teeth to bite.
Because the answers,
They will never be free.
And when you calculate it,
One and one make three.
Six more burdens washing up the shore,
Another grip on the illusion.
Mounting and compounding,
'Till their arms are sore,
'Cause they got theirs,
But they want more!
And now the answers,
They will never come free.
And when you calculate it,
One and one make three.
(Y'know, Naperville was once voted America's most liveable community. But that was before WE rolled into town!)
This is what you want to do,
This is what you came for.
What's with all the attitude?
Huh?
And now these burdens come with words of war,
Get serious, get ready.
Many little cryptic sayings,
Making up the whole,
A certain kind of something,
That is still unknown.
Because the answers,
They will never be free.
And when you calculate it,
One and one make three.
This is what you want to do,
This is what you came for.
What's with all the attitude?
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7. |
Black Man, White Cop
03:29
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Black man, white cop
Talking,
Conversation.
The black man got caught
Selling transportation,
White cop cuffed him,
Took him down to the station,
Black man got off a year probation.
Silence in search of sin,
Nobody's watch is right,
They wash their hands of it.
I want in!!!
I want in!!!
I want to know,
For sure,
If You're...
Pure! Pure! Pure!
Black man, white cop
Talking confrontation.
Black man he got caught
Selling transportation,
White cops beat his ass,
Down at the station,
Black man he bought himself a year's vacation.
Time after time again,
The power moves from hand to hand,
These things seem to work together.
I want in!!!
I want in!!!
I want to know,
For sure,
If You're...
Pure! Pure! Pure!
It is change, continuous change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor of society today.
No sensible decision can be made today, without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be. (Isaac Asimov)
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8. |
Sandcastles
03:49
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Was it even real?
Five days in a dream.
Now I can I do,
Is hold my head.
'Bout all the things,
I never should have done.
When chances were mine
And a new day had begun.
You called me on the phone,
Dreaming of Paris and Rome,
A broken refrain,
Skipping like a stone
'Bout all the things,
I never should have said,
I should have bottled inside,
But I cannot tell a lie.
I'm so sorry,
Yes I am.
For giving you my hand,
As it turned right into sand,
And through your fingers ran.
I'm so sorry,
Yes I am.
I am.
Is it yes?
Is it no?
High or is it low?
Bold or withdrawn?
It's here now,
And then it's gone.
So this is how it ends,
I just wanted to be friends,
But broke your heart instead,
Here's hoping that it mends,
I'm so sorry once again,
But try to understand,
I'm just doing what I can,
To keep castles made of sand,
From washing out to sea,
Can't you see?
I won't stop.
Won't concede,
Won't be sad,
I believe in me.
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9. |
Personal In Nature
03:29
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If I had a notion,
At least half a notion,
I'd slice it in half,
Have a quarter of devotion,
Present this to my king,
As a full-fledged, immaculate thing,
That stems from,
The doldrums of my life.
If I had shimmering eyes,
Open them wide,
As I made my way,
Through that crowd of spies,
Observing all that I was shown.
So then you jot down,
Every word unsaid,
And calculate it,
imprecise in your head,
And now you can't be sure of anyone,
Or anything that comes along,
You get it?
You got it.
You're good as gold.
Bought and sold.
If I crossed the ocean,
Drowned all my emotion,
And I leave them to be
In the deep end of the sea,
So all you fishes could see,
Just what went wrong with me,
When I came down,
To your town,
I get around and around,
Can't you hear me knockin'?
If I had stars in my sight,
Shinning down bright,
Corrupting the sound,
And blinding my sight,
Conforming to my own design
Some call it a pickup,
As they grind their teeth,
Me, I'm sick of losing wanted sleep.
And now the 20's gone,
The 40's on,
You're lifeless, dull and habit strong.
Can't be sure of anyone,
Or anything that comes along.
You lost your integrity,
Now you've got to suffer,
With your newest necessity.
(Not so pretty if you're asking me)
If I had a notion,
At least half a notion,
I'd slice it in half,
Have a quarter of devotion,
Present this to my king,
As he's looking down on me,
And he says son,
Your time,
Has come.
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10. |
Billions
04:38
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Nobody dares call me a faggot anymore.
I wish they would.
It just might do some good.
Billions and billions and billions of God's animals,
Rest assured each and every night.
That could be,
You and me.
Alright.
It might have been the 80's...
You know I counted on it before.
And now back inside my home,
And there's three of you floor.
I did, yeah.
I dialed a gram.
I did it,
I dialed a...(gram)
I don't ever,
Want to go back,
To high school.
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Marvelkind Chicago, Illinois
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