1. |
Crimson
03:12
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Would it be wrong of me
to pull this crimson thread
Curiosity
needs to see where this ends
And every fool believes
he has a chance to make a difference
I wouldn't change a thing
as long as you're happy at the end of it
Would it be wrong of me
to pull this crimson thread
Watch you unravel
until there's nothing left
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2. |
Birthday Girl
02:38
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I blame it on the doctor
He surely was a monster
And he surely made a monster out of me
Elias drove me to the diner
I sat right down beside her
And I wished that we would never have to leave
She's so shy and I
Cant believe
The birthday girl isn't
pretending that she doesnt know me
Her touch was very tender
her hands were very slender
As she fed me her confectionary treats
And my work was very sloppy
My words were all forgotten
As she opened up her present eagerly
She's so shy and I
Cant believe
The birthday girl
Is kissing me
We took her home
I kissed her more
And then we left
For a boring show
I blame it on the doctor
the trite and uptight singer,
We could hardly play a note, I didn't care
My mind of course was elsewhere
And everyone was angered
But I couldn't hide the smile that I bared
She's so shy and I
Cant believe
The birthday girl is mine
"Hello, Sugarpea"
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3. |
The Girl Who Would
02:42
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Here she comes
The girl who would
The girl who would not save him
She's just here for a good time
He'd say she's perfect
But knows that's worthless
When describing anyone real
But the situation surely felt surreal
She just dances
She's having a good time
And she doesn't care
That he's scared, its all inside his mind
Of course he had to ruin it
Giving this dance attribution
This had to mean something didn't it?
But even then he lacked the guts to spew it
She just dances
She's having a good time
And she doesn't care
That he's scared, its all inside his mind
The girl who would
who would not save him
Pays him no mind
He'll have to save himself
From embarrassment
Of course he doesn't
He's too uptight
So he breaks away
To stand in line
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4. |
Even At Odds
02:38
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There's no one like you
No one that I care to know
Wherever you are
is obviously where I wanna go
There's a million fish in the sea
but only one like you in the world
but I could never keep you in a tank
that wouldn't do you any good
And good is all I want for you...
There's plenty like me
musical so-so's
They'd all be lucky to have you
and they wear headphones too
The odds are against me
I'll fail most likely
but I'm so bad with numbers...
the odds have no meaning
And even at odds you mean the world to me
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5. |
Perspectives
00:57
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Can this be real?
How should I feel?
What is my deal?
I don't know but I can't get off of you
I made you feel
Perhaps to kill
To self fulfill
My stupid little prophecies
Am I crazy? Yeah I might be
Yeah, I love you. But what exactly does that mean?
Lets keep it real
I hope you feel
Like you can deal
Without me making you feel bad
You mad at me?
Left you to sink
Is what you think?
I don't know, we'll never talk again
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6. |
Roadblocked
01:29
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I feel my skin is crawling
I feel my brain has died
I feel my aching eyelids
Over my throbbing eyes
I feel the precious madness
Is finding better men
I feel the weight of my seatbelt
I see the roadblocks ahead
Just get me home this evening
I will do the rest
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7. |
Cleaning House
03:26
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Well I'm cleaning house
Before I burn it all down
The guest bed always empty
And yet I keep it around
But if you want it
Go ahead and take it
But if you want it
Go ahead and make it
Locking doors
The ones I dont need
But I hear voices behind them
That repeat and repeat...
"Why did you leave me?"
"Why did you say that?"
"Ive got it out for you..."
" You're taking advantage"
But if you want it
Go ahead and take it
Theres not a lot room for me
Go ahead and make it
Whatever you need it to be
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8. |
Hotel Song
02:04
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You think I want to, I have to, wait for you
I'm keeping this room, with the doors, all wide open
And you're on your way home.
You need me? Here's hoping
But I'm just a hotel room
Saving this space for you
And if you can't sleep tonight
I've made this bed for you
And me
And nights when they need me, the mask that I'm wearing
Is just how I hide my shame that you won't see me
And these doors are open, you know there's room for you
But you're sleeping elsewhere
The bed you have chosen
I'm just a hotel room
Saving this space for you
If you cannot sleep tonight
I've made this bed for you (me)
And I'm just a superhero
Who doesn't know how to save you or me
But you're doing fine, on your own there, without me..
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9. |
Tropes
01:00
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I am the dragon, guarding the tower
Prince got the Princess
I'll send them flowers
I am the Baxter, sad sorry bastard
Roll down the credits
They're at the altar
I'm trying to break out
from these movie tropes
But some days I just lose all hope
Wish I could be like Leslie Knope
But I'll be
Swinging from my neck like Moe
Unless I learn to let these go
These self-imposed societal tropes
I am the boy in that Spearmint song
I am the cunt who did you wrong
Nothing to see, now move along
I'll just be writing stupid songs
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10. |
Blowup Doll
00:30
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I will be your blowup doll
Just fill me up with all your problems
Yank me from the closet
When you're lonely, bored, or on the rebound
Fuck me full of sad feelings
You'll never ever have to clean
There's no need to worry about me
All your needs are guaranteed
If you need to plug a hole
Fill it up with alcohol
Deflate me, leave me, never call
I'll still be your blowup doll
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11. |
Chartreuse
03:18
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Trying to keep chartreuse from rising up
as the clouds spill their own mess
spewing it in chunks all around, down
You didn't want to see my insides, but I spill my guts
And now the flood is surely coming
run for your life get out of town
Chartreuse, what do you do?
Chartreuse, all over you
I've really got a mess to clean up
fill the potholes the best I can
before you're back around...
But its whatever, not a problem
I
have had to clean this at least a hundred times
Chartreuse, what do you do?
Chartreuse, all over you
The colors coming up, It's nothing new to you
I've gone and spilled my guts, and now you've spilled yours too
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The Yeti Colorado Springs, Colorado
Solo project featuring the frontman of A Bad Night For A Hero.
The Yeti writes deeply personal and melancholy music because he can and because there's no other place to go...
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