1. |
Silicon
05:07
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I don't know anymore
Is anybody listening?
I don't know anymore
Is it all just ones and zeros?
A trick only for kids?
Don't tell anyone
Whatever happens,
promise you won't tell anyone
And please don't mention art
Cause art has really hit the skids
Every time
Your favorite line comes up
You mouth the words
the way they want you to
You think you're defined
By the things you don't mind
And all the songs you know the words
but never sing along to
This scene is for sale
(a song at a time)
This scene is for sale
(and nobody minds)
Images on CRT and LCD
and all of it's for sale
I can't tell anymore
Which one showed up first:
Was it the dollar or the band?
Another boring revolution
Your saviour is a brand
But every time
Your favorite line comes up
You mouth the words
the way they want you to
You think you're defined
By the things you don't mind
And all the songs you know the words
but never sing along to
This scene is for sale
(a song at a time)
This scene is for sale
(and nobody minds)
This scene is for sale
(a song at a time)
This scene is for sale
(and nobody minds)
Images on CRT and LCD
and all of it's for sale
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2. |
My Autobiography
03:00
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When you finally released me
I made up for lost time
with somebody else
And I know you could feel me
Touching the places you kept to yourself
In every picture I saved
Your black button eyes
And your permanent wave
I guess you'll have to read
My autobiography
To find out the things that you did to me
But so what
So long
We weren't acting like lovers
More like the case of the siamese twins
One gets sick, one recovers
Sharing their faces and sensitive skin
In every picture I saved
Your button black eyes
And your permanent wave
I guess you'll have to read
My autobiography
To find out the things that you did to me
It's simple geometry
How high, how deep, how long?
I hope you're happy now
Mademoiselle middlebrow
You're a song
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3. |
Fade In
03:03
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Fade in
Singing the words in the language you spoke
Maidens washing their hair in the rain
You had an hour or so
We sat on the bench by the fountain
And played guessing games
Fade in
Singing the words in the language you spoke
I waited with you til you left for the train
You had an hour or so
You said, "Just pretend you're a Pinkerton
And I will be Jesse James."
Fade in
Singing the words in the language you spoke
Fade in
Singing the words in the language you spoke
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4. |
Straight To Bed
02:50
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Second story men are waiting
In the dark behind the shed
And you lay there contemplating
"Did I flip the deadbolt and
Turn on the infrared?"
Two of these and straight to bed.
Someone left the kitchen light on
Someone made an awful mess
Serves the little bastards right
You leave the back door open
Pat the big one on the head
Two of these and straight to bed.
Two of these and straight to bed.
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5. |
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You live by yourself
So you talk to yourself
Other people would get in the way
You know how it is
Or at least how they say it is
You'll be lucky if half of them stay
So you clean your apartment
And rend all your garments
To prove you're in pain
When the world has forgotten your name
It's a one-woman show
Only nobody goes
All that messy old shit on display
It's a world-record drought
And the words tangle in your mouth
As you balance their drinks on a tray
All your signature sessions
And cheap indiscretions
Are totally lame
And the world has forgotten your name
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6. |
French Cuffs
02:51
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I was wearing french cuffs
Considering the state of my decay
But it was such a sad bluff
I bought a pint and caught a matinée
But I thought I looked alright
So I guessed I was okay
You just shoot what's in your sights
And you put it on display
You said that you needed to get with something different now
But you should know better
It's only the rest of us now
Only the rest of us now
I was wearing french cuffs
Projecting some collection of clichés
And it was such a sad bluff
You rolled your eyes
And sent me on my way
But I thought I looked alright
So I guessed I was okay
You just shoot what's in your sights
And you put it on display
You said that you needed to get with something different now
But you should know better
It's only the rest of us now
Only the rest of us now
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7. |
Asterisk
04:16
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I never go to places
I think you could appear
When you broke up with me
You did it casually
You were so calm and cavalier
I stay away from places
You used to like to go
The little coffee shop
The nearest subway stop
The home of anyone you know
A list of everyone I ever loved
And then a list of everyone I want to kill
There will always be an asterisk
after your name
You know there will
I don't want you to be happy
I hate that old cliché
I wish you misery
With anyone but me
Although it may seem déclassé
I know that it was years ago
Other loves have come and gone
But none aroused in me
A thing but apathy
The memory of you lingers on
A list of everyone I ever loved
And then a list of everyone I want to kill
There will always be an asterisk
after your name
You know there will
If I thought that I could reach you
There's a chance I would be calling
For a taste of anodyne
If I thought that I could reach you
There are consequences after all
Revenge is on my mind
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8. |
Favorite Son
03:48
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Fast asleep in Cedar Falls
Chalk hearts in the driveway
Mash notes in the mailbox
Sounds like a mouse behind the wall
And part of you hopes that
He won't get caught
I know you're never going to come back
So don't feel like you have to explain
Spare us all the sensitive act
So sad and vain
The favorite son of Connecticut Lane
Floating crushes in your wake
You can't turn off a magnet
And why would you want to
You play action pass and sell the fake
Then drift in the eddy
Of the applause
I know you're never going to come back
So don't feel like you have to explain
Spare us all the sensitive act
So sad and vain
Under an avalanche
of poorly dubbed cassettes
Regrets
I had to mislead you
Love songs with
classical guitar and castanets
Regrets
But part of me needs you
So sad and vain
With my sleepy eyes and my legerdemain
Piss drunk in an empty hotel bar
There has to be someone
who'd like to meet you
Someone to remind you who you are
Someone with a soft place
To break your fall
I know you're never going to come back
So don't feel like you have to explain
Spare us all the sensitive act
So sad and vain
The favorite son of Connecticut Lane
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9. |
Maryland
02:00
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You measured the distance
from Baltimore
To the apartment
where I was asleep on the floor
You said I could stay here
as long as I wanted
The house at the end of the road
You pushed in a pin
at the spot on the map
That we bought at the gas station
when we got lost
The highways and rivers,
the whole state of Maryland
The house at the end of the road
I'm using my knuckles
to measure the inches
Each obstacle rendered precisely to scale
I'll be lonely and loaded
and waiting for you
The house at the end of the road
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10. |
All Of This Can Be Yours
03:45
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All of this can be yours
Every ounce of it is now counterfeit
Enjoy your reward
What was all of it for?
There's nothing left of us now
In the junk that still clutters the house
Fingerprints, dust and dry whispers
While death and her sisters
Make themselves at home
I will not fight you
If only to spite you
Take what you need and be gone
Someone nobody knows
Shadows followed us
Nearly swallowed us
And turned into crows
Who can say what she chose?
There's nothing left of her now
Just a bird that escaped from her mouth
The rest of us left here to wonder
While parasites plunder
A pile of her bones
I will not fight you
If only to spite you
Take what you need and be gone
I asked for instructions
He muttered and coughed
He gave me that look
And then slowly limped off
My love is a vacuum that nature abhors
It seems to have gone
just as well as he planned
I remember his voice
And the back of his hand
So why I am I fighting
to see him restored?
All of this can be yours
All of this can be yours
All of this can be yours
All of it can be yours
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11. |
Baker & I (Demo)
03:19
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David Singer & The Sweet Science Chicago, Illinois
David Singer is a filmmaker/musician/writer/composer based in Chicago.
His records have
found their way onto the Albums of the Year lists of the Chicago Tribune, Chicago Sun-Times, No Depression, Huffington Post, and the prestigious Village Voice "Pazz & Jop" poll.
Greg Kot of Sound Opinions describes David as "one of the city's most evolved pop craftsmen of the last decade.”
DSArrows.com
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