1. |
Paycheck
05:21
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There's a room above the stairs
Painted horses, beat-up teddy bear
Lying in a sunlit pile
No-one's there to stitch their crooked smiles
Lying in a sun-beat patch of grass
The kids are gone and the deadbeat passed his summer class
Someone's cooking something good
But Emily left the neighborhood
Somebody's holding you close in the morning
Like I once did
White as the sheets on your bed as the needle comes in...
White collar, snake boot, doesn't wanna die alone
'Cos he can't keep his tock from ticking on
Someone's cooking something good
Cracks in the pavement where the Indian stood
I held you then 'till the first streak of light hit the
Edge of town
Coming undone like old magazines thrown in the fire
Rubbing the dust from your eyes and the ash from our
Fireside clothes
Hitching a ride to the greyhound like i won the lottery...
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2. |
Satellite
04:45
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I'm a satellite, I'm a satellite
I'm a satellite, I'm a satellite
I'm a satellite, I'm a satellite
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
You take it with you everywhere you go
You put the boys and your momma on hold
I get a message when I'm in or outta luck
You keep a pad in the back of your truck
It's not intentional, I'm out on a line
You hit me up when the timing's right
4 in the morning, your back against the wall
I can smell regret on your breath
Whenever you call me
Someone's always gets lost in the signal
And I'm going a thousand miles an hour
Tryin' to make it to the end of the tunnel
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
Tryin' to reach a wire that rides a little better then that
Coming' out again and again to see a monkey
Sharing a ride to a correctional facility
I get a message when I'm in or out of state so,
You keep a pad in your daddy's basement
Am I irrational, d-don't understand
You want the world in the palm of your hand
6 in the morning, you work around the clock
B-better stop to see the blood on your hands
Whenever you call me
Someone's always gets lost in the signal
And I'm going a thousand miles an hour
Tryin' to make it to the end of the tunnel
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
Tryin' to reach a wire that rides a little better then that
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
I'm a satellite, you're a bad antenna
Tryin' to reach a wire that rides a little better then that
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3. |
Rosetta
02:50
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Oh Rosetta
Change the color of your hair
Lift the anchor
Just pick the place and I'll go anywhere
To make my bed
Our little secret
Oh Rosetta
Nothing ever stays the same
Something better
Won't come around 'till you give in
This town would be a mess
With or without your summer dress
You know I'm waiting
And I can only wait so long
Days are fleeting
And I got only so much time to kill
Before I'm gone
Just like anyone
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4. |
Dark Matter
04:07
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Keeps the shadows close to him
When no-one's around
He'll check himself in
Turns the key on every mind
That he's gonna wreck
Leave a shell behind
Got your name on his list
Ticking the box when you least
Expect it
Find his way between the cracks
Of your sanity
And eat his way out...
Trash on the sidewalk
Waitin' to get picked up
May have seen your face before
Could be friends
But I can't remember
It can't be me that let you in
If you took my mind
And fed it to the lions
I got nothin' for you now
Keep on running
To someone you can afford to lose
And I'll get outta here somehow
Laugh it all off
Like some sick joke
Trash on the sidewalk
Waitin' to get picked up
Waitin' to get picked up
Waitin' to get picked up
Waitin' to get
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5. |
Papercut
03:24
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Took an 'X' to the eye in the pictures you took
'Cos I'm just part of the game and I can't bear the look
Waiting outside for the specialist to take you away
Wouldn't mind a straight jacket, I'm not well enough to stay
You don't know what it means to me
Suddenly struck
I can't stand but I'm on my feet
Stinging like a paper cut
Thought the look in your eye was just a passing thought
Now you're chasing the sign and somehow I'm not
Wish I could cut out the good part and make you stay
But the ashes you dropped might even take me there some day
You don't know what it means to me
Suddenly struck
I can't stand but I'm on my feet
Stinging like paper
You don't know what it means to me
Suddenly struck
I can't stand but I'm on my feet
Stinging like a paper cut
You don't know what it means to me
You don't know what it means to me
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6. |
Independence Day
04:19
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You say I'm on to something
Counting the hours by myself
The days are getting shorter
The second ticking off the shelf
No-one's cut out for a saint in such a selfish game
No-one's gonna hear you cry on Independence Day
Sure you got a lot to give, I've got a lot to take
Please don't let me in again, don't let me make you wait
Now you say I've found the answer
Someone has found and sung before
No angels on your shoulder
No choir singing' when the paint is dry
Another man gone down
By the kinks in his own design
In a distant town...
No-one's cut out for a saint in such a selfish game
No-one's gonna hear you cry on Independence Day
Sure you got a lot to give, I've got a lot to take
Please don't let me in again, don't let me make you wait
No-one's cut out for a saint in such a selfish game
No-one's gonna hear you cry on Independence Day
Sure you got a lot to give, I've got a lot to take
Please don't let me in again, don't let me make you wait
Sure you got a lot to give, I've got a lot to take
Please don't let me in again, don't let me make you wait
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7. |
Sometime
04:49
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Sometime, sometime,
We could get a room somewhere
Down in a holler
Wake up to birds singing in the mountain air
Tall grass, cat tails,
Swaying in the fields below
Picking our tomatoes
You'll be waiting by the window in a morning chair
Make it rain, make it snow
Make it seem there's no tomorrow
Where it stops nobody knows
And if you want to disappear
Just say yes and we'll be outta here
Reel in the line, making it sometime, sometime...
Somehow, Somehow
We have found a way to cope
Putting up defenses
Right now we're just swimming circles in a paper cup
But out there, somehwere
There's a bowl that's big enough
Just for the two of us
And we'll sleep in our fishy palaces of broken cups
Make it rain, make it snow
Make it seem there's no tomorrow
Where it stops nobody knows
And if you want to disappear
Just say yes and we'll be outta here
Reel in the line, making it sometime, sometime...
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8. |
Simplistic
04:33
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We could make it to the ocean if we drove all night
Taking turns at the wheel through a torn-up countryside
Maybe stop at a dinner whenever the sun comes up
Choose the destination from an empty coffee mug
Just remember you're the only one that's you
No-one else can see the world that you do
And I'm still waiting for a perfect line
Most songs are frighteningly simplistic
Moving so fast, hardly keeping track of the miles
Feet on the dashboard, roadside junk food, clementines
Yeah we could crash or fly off a ledge, it's unpredictable
Thought I heard you singing' through an AM radio
Just remember you're the only one that's you
No-one else can see the world that you do
And I'm still waiting for a perfect line
Most songs are frighteningly simplistic
Just remember you're the only one that's you
No-one else can see the world that you do
And I'm still waiting for a perfect line
Most songs are frighteningly simplistic
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9. |
Too Much
03:32
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It's the name that you mention in your sleep
Late at night when there's no-one listening
It's the sound of a stranger in your dreams
Pulling in the drive-way...
This is a holdup
You drew the pistol first
And left the lights out
Before the first shot was heard
We're running in circles
When you could have just told me instead
Nothing, nothing was just a little too much to give
I'll be waiting if you ever turn around
Looking out on the mess you're missing
There's a fog hanging low across the ground
Fast asleep in the seat beside him...
This is a holdup
You drew the pistol first
And left the lights out
Before the first shot was heard
We're running in circles
When you could have just told me instead
Nothing, nothing was just a little too much to give
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dietrich jon Rotterdam, Netherlands
An alias for Dutch-American violinist Diederik van Wassenaer, Dietrich Jon started in a basement in Bloomington, Indiana, blending glamrock and an Americana sentiment with lush, disco-tinged strings.
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