1. |
Satan Song
02:58
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In the middle of the night Satan sits on my shoulder
Whispers sweet nothings, sweet nothings to me
You better start dying before you get older
You wouldn’t like the type of person you'd be
Sing with me Satan
Oh won’t you sing with me
Sing me a duet
With my misery
Fire and brimstone they can never harm me
As much as the voice sining inside my head
constant companion will never desert me
So I sing along louder til the day I am dead
Sing with me Satan
Oh won't you sing with me
And we’ll keep singing
For eternity
There is one way to fight off the temptation
To snuff out my life at the end of each day
Singing my song will fight off my damnation
Singing my songs keeps the devil at bay
Sing with me Satan
Oh won't you sing with me
And we’ll keep singing
For eternity
Money for nothing
And your chicks for free
If we keep singing
I’ll be on MTV
I got two turntables
And a microphone
If we keep singing
Will you leave me alone?
Sing with me Satan
Oh won't you sing with me
And we’ll keep singing
For eternity
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2. |
Can't Take A Joke
02:13
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so long as you laugh at everything
you think you're immune to critique
how can anyone confront you
when you demean so subtly
it's like you don't even realize
what you're really doing
maybe if i used analogies
you would see things differently
and wonder what was really funny
maybe with some role reversal
this veiled dismissal
would seem less normal
you make your jokes in homogenous company
at least presumably and predominantly
so no one will question your sense of humor
or you test your cracks
on someone who is targeted
if you can get them to laugh
it's proof they're not offensive
if they don't laugh
find someone like-minded to say
it was only a joke
what's the fucking problem anyway
it's really great how you can say
whatever YOU WANT
if they're as ignorant viewpoint
you want to BRING UP
blame it on the devil's advocate
or witty irony
and pretend that you're above
you're own fucking bigotry
laugh away your privilege
keep laughing and maybe someday
you can laugh it all away
and you'll never have to feel guilty
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the way you made the moves, boy
got me so confused, boy
about what i was agreeing to
cause it was just assumed
to stop you would be confrontational
and maybe even rude
and would require some acknowledgment
that i was being used
so i tried to own it as my decision
but i know it wasn't my intention
at this point i'm too embarrassed to admit
i was hoping we'd get to know each other a bit
but i was naive to think you'd want to be my friend
this is what i am to you, just a means to an end
but it's not a big deal, it's only sex
it's only sex and that is all
why should i feel the way i do
it's just your penis in my vag
i'm not a tease or a prude
how many encounters conveniently forgotten
and ones i remember far too often
but i don't like to think about them
my friend says they're the times that don't count
but like it or not they happened
so many tongues
so many lips
penises wiggling themselves into my grip
he'll take a mile if i give an inch
this shit's so annoying it could turn me celibate
and it's frustrating cause i wanted it
but you made it feel like less of a choice
you can rape the willing if you take away their voice
how can i like you if you pressure me to
i thought you were great before
now i'm not so sure
baby, don't be creepy
i just want to have fun
why you got to ruin the moment, honeybun?
pushing your agenda without checking in with mine
exploiting ambiguity until i draw the line
it's entitled and disrespectful
it is selfish and unkind
and that's the kind of shit they call blurred lines
but it's only sex and that is all
why should i feel the way i do
it's just your penis in my vag
i'm not a tease or a prude
i swear i'm not a tease or a prude
i swear i'm not a tease or a prude
i'm not a proooo oo oo oo ooood
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4. |
Depression Song
02:17
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Can’t kill the lonely inside of my head
It comes back every time I think its dead
And I don’t know what to do
But write lonely songs about you
Or spend my time jerkin off instead
This is a depression song
Everybody just sing along
Boo hoo hoo, Cry Cry Cry
I’m Lonely little fucker 'til the day I die
Sometimes I wish I had a drain on my fucking skull
Cause my head is getting pretty fucking full
I just don’t want to think
I want to poor it down the sink
But there is no drain plug to pull
(chorus)
Sometimes I want to kill everybody I know
Roll the credits this is the end of the show
Nobody left to disappoint
I could finally blow this joint
If I was a little more crazy maybe that’s how I’d go
(chorus)
Die I will not die
Cry I raise by fist to sky
I am lonely and I’ bitter
But don’t call me a quitter
This isn’t a complaint this is a battle cry
(chorus)
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5. |
Folks R The Same
02:52
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places change but folks are the same
i already know you though we met just yesterday
can we switch it up a little bit
i'm so fucking sick of the same old shit
i've lived this lesson too many times
but i haven't learned a thing
cause i can't seem to scare you away
you think what you want to
no matter what i say
i'm tired of this relationship
though we just met
but i have no reason
to turn you away just yet
i'll be gone before you can catch your breath
but the next place i go i'll meet you again
with a different name and a different face
same bad posture
same penetrating gaze
same sad songs
same sheepish smile
it all blends together after a while
but if i seem cold to you
it's cause you already hurt me
and if i seem short with you
i've already spent my patience
places change but folks are the same
i already know you though we met just yesterday
can we switch it up a little bit
i'm so fucking sick of the same old shit
can we switch it up a bit
i'm so fucking sick
of the same old
shitttttt!
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6. |
Human In There
04:15
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You broke my heart when you walked out the door
Now you want to restart, just like it was before
You say you love me and I hope that it’s true
But I’m waiting to see what’s inside of you
Are you human in there?
Does your heart beat like mine?
If your human in there.
You won't hurt me this time.
When I see a smile sittin’ on your face
Is it your smile I see or a mask in its place?
How can I tell that your heart is true?
There’s someone inside and I hope that its you
(chorus)
I’ve got this fear and its draggin' me down
I picture you in a wedding gown
But I’m not the groom, no I’m in the back
Calling your name and pounding on the glass
Then you turn away and you say I do
You’re becoming your mother like she wants you to
So I stand there in shame you didn’t yell out “oh Ben!”
Still the question remains, I think it over again
(chorus)
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7. |
Ain't No Jealous Man
01:45
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ain't no jealous man gunna make a girlfriend out of me
ain't no jealous man gunna make a girlfriend out of me
you can love me and you can be with me
but i'm not the kind of person you can keep
ain't no macho man gunna get a pick up out of me
ain't no macho man gunna get a hook up out of me
how do you know i'm sexy if you won't even get to know me
how do you know i'm sexy if you won't even get to know me
ain't no insecure man gunna get a hot date out of me
ain't no insecure man gunna get a hot date out of me
you can't parade me around where we go
i've got no blow job for your ego
you can't parade me around where we go
i've got no blow job for your ego
i'm not here for conspicuous consumption
my love ain't for rent or lease or reservation
it's not private property
not a commodity
not to be used and disposed
not to have and to hold
ain't no jealous man gunna make a girlfriend out of me
ain't no macho man gunna get a hook up out of me
ain't no insecure man gunna get a hot date out of me
oh no
no no no no NOOOOO
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Annie comes home and she looks out the window
Empties her tips into a jar
She wonders where Danny went since he left her
He took the ford but he couldn’t go far
She use to date Martin back in high school
Now she wonders why she ever let him go
Cause Danny drank 'til the day he left her
And Martins got a wife and kids in Ohio
Annie’s lost hope in love
Annie stopped praying to the good lord above
To bring her a man
one who understands
No, annie's got no hope left in love
Sometimes she’s grateful she had the miscarriage
Cause she couldn’t pay to keep a baby fed
Then she remembers the pain that it left her
It’s the kind a pain she can’t get out of her head
She thinks about martin and his blue eyes
If they saw her now what would they see
She looks at her reflection in the window
Says “you don’t look like a beauty queen to me”
Annie’s lost hope in love
Annie stopped praying to the good lord above
To bring her a man
one who understands
No, annie's got no hope left in love
Danny's in motel in Manitoba
He's watching some late night TV show
He hasn’t had drink since September
He wishes he could call and tell her so
But without his drink he can’t silence the voices
And he can’t bear to stand that pain
He puts the .45 up to his temple
And blows the demons out of his brain
Danny lost hope in love
Danny stopped praying to the good lord above
He’s a monster not a man
And Annie wouldn’t understand
He blamed himself for killing her hope and love
And hope would have been the name of their daughter
If he hadn’t got angry during that pregnancy
So Annie broke her nose instead of breaking water
And the guilt killed the last of his sanity
In Ohio a baby wakes crying
A blue-eyed man goes to see what’s wrong
Then he recalls an old memory
Of his high school girlfriend and her favorite love song
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9. |
Paced Breathing Test
03:27
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my muscles go rigid underneath your touch
i try to make my voice sound polite and calm
as if i don't totally hate this
like nothing is going on
staring at the ceiling i focus on suppressing instinct
you speak in a tone i find insulting
can't be rude so i answer shortly
if you must, take my pleasantries
my words and tone are constructed
specifically for damage control
and you don't seem to notice or care
how uncomfortable you make me
oh you make me so uncomfortable
you make me
want to sink deep into this hospital bed
with a pillow over my head
so far down you can't reach me
oh doctor you're making me sick
i got a case of the research subject blues
my value is my body
and my body is science's tool
and you're a respectable professional
yet it seems your hands find an excuse
to be where they need not go
and meanwhile you condescend
explaining what i already know
with you it's so vulnerable yet so clinical
so impersonal yet so intimate
in the land of cold hard facts
where emotions don't exist
i'll call it depoliticized
and you can call it objective
there is no culture here and power is purely practical
your body's motions are only logistical
and the resemblance of sexual exploitation
surely is purely my imagination
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10. |
Summer Olympics
02:10
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In the psych ward you get the blues
They don’t allow laces in your shoes
Paper trash bags, plastic knives,
For our tragic little lives
Wrap the sheets around my head
Pull em close cause I wanna be dead
Then the doctor starts to shout
Life is cult they wont let me out
Summer fucking Olympics X3
Every single day
Coffee black in Styrofoam
Wild horses, nowhere to roam
All our souls are feeling blue
So melt us down and make us glue
Just one floor you can’t go far
Under camera like bugs in a jar
See the bridge where Berryman fell
Purgatory but you just want hell.
Chorus
Do good work and keep in touch x4
Chorus
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11. |
White Kidz
02:25
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White kids with problems are just white kids with problems, and
I’m just a white kid who hasn’t hit rock bottom but I’ve tried
Lord knows I have tried.
But I have got money that comes from my family
it helps me pay for the bills from my failed suicide
My failed suicide.
Lord I am thankful I threw up
Some of the pills that I thought would make everything fine
Took ‘em handfuls at a time
So many people have it much worse than me
So many people can’t afford their therapy it’s a crime
Oh I know it’s a crime
But mental health is not really an illness until you start
Shooting up children with guns
So just cut the funds
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12. |
We Don't Hate
04:36
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we don't hate black people anymore
it just happens that now we're rich and they're poor
but we don't hate them anymore
looks like they're still mostly pretty poor
racism is left behind in history
though there seems to be a lot of disparity
someone should really do something about that
isn't there a law or something we can pass?
we stay out of activism and advocacy
it's not our personal responsibility
we benefit from inequality indirectly
but we really love diversity
and everyone should have opportunities
but some people are just sketchy
and unqualified without a degree
we feel bad there are so many in poverty
but we've got to support our own families
no matter what we make we need the money
besides, wealth doesn't make a person happy
and we work hard to be privileged economically
and others needs are secondary
to what we call practicality
and we don't hate brown people anymore
we trade with them instead
and there always seems to be a war
but we don't colonize them anymore
we trade and liberate
so they can develop and move forward
some day iraq will be just like us (just like us)
some day china will be just like us (just like us)
some day mexico will be just like us (just like us)
some day all the underdeveloped will be just like us
and we'll all be equal and we'll all be free
basking in the pleasures of modernity
cause there's nothing inherently wrong with this society
we just need to get past that old history
cause globalization is nothing like manifest destiny
and capitalism is nothing like slavery
if we keep pursuing success individually
we'll make it to the top if we have enough integrity
but who will work in the toxic industries?
who will work in the mines and the factories?
if we're all the bosses who will be the bossees?
how can we ensure access to abundant commodities
with everyone in the world living in harmony?
oh shit... i didn't think of that
well....
we'll cross that bridge when we come to it
don't have to worry about that at the moment
for now, for us, this world order works well enough
while we're waiting for the less fortunate to catch up
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13. |
Your Man
04:57
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14. |
The Problem With People
03:06
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the problem with making friends
with someone who is shy
is once we talk we never shut up
deep down we're all attention hogs
and when we keep it bottled up
we're all the more annoying when we open up
the problem with being a good listener
is that some people aren't heard enough
and when we find an attentive audience
we'll sing your sorry ears off
the problem with being kind
the problem with having an open mind
is that people will milk it as much as they can
when they find you
the problem with going downtown
is you see the people you know all around
and maybe you want to talk to them
but you don't know what to say
and you never cared much for small talk anyway
the problem with going where you've never been
is that everyone else has friends
and you don't yet and for some reason you suspect
they'll reject you even though you haven't even met
but the problem with hiding in the wilderness
is you get scared of the animal noises
you feel paranoid that a spider could bite you
and it could be poisonous
plus you can't afford a car
how you gunna get to the grocery store
when you can't even walk
cause it's just too far
the problem with people is you can't live with them
but living without them is really not an option
the problem with people is you can't live with them
but living without them is really not an option
the problem with people is you can't live with them
but living without them is really, really not
an o-o-o-o-op......tion!
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Ungrateful Little String Band Minneapolis, Minnesota
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