1. |
Lost Decade
02:26
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While we've been away
Three presidents have been sworn
Five kiddos got born
With two sets of twins
And all of 'em boys
Call us Diesel Dads
Our beards have gone grey
And I moved away
Why so long to write another dozen songs?
We were busy
Is it a reunion
If no one cared we were gone or that we're back?
Call it a new dawn
A silver age
A lost decade and some change
We sold our beloved van
Some of us joined new bands
Marriages and mortgages
Oh, and we found Topher and Chad
Call us a tribute act
Traded life on the road
For making corporate dough (sellout!)
Surprise! It's time for us to rise from the ashes
Is it a reunion
If no one cared we were gone or that we're back?
Call it a new dawn
A silver age
A lost decade and some change
Maybe we've still got a bit of rage
Nah, we were never wired that way
Maybe we're out of touch
Maybe we've still got some bad puns in us
Maybe I should just shut up
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2. |
Dirty Dishes
02:32
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I spent the holidays alone
Darkest days I've ever known
My only friend the city's glow
Reflecting back from miles below
I am the wreckage of my disease
It's not about me
Or about she
Truth's not the goal
It's about them
Always has been
Relinquish control
The sink is piled high with dirty dishes
Twisted logic sealed my fate
A casualty of too much weight
Four-hundred dollar lawyer rates
Copy, staple, collate
I am the peasant and the royalty
It's not about me
Or about she
Truth's not the goal
It's about them
Always has been
Relinquish control
The sink is piled high with dirty dishes
The chainsaw wielding maniac
Dripped warm blood onto my back
Took a vow never to attack
Smothered to death and fade to black
I am the slayer in this slasher flick
It's not about me
Or about she
Truth's not the goal
It's about them
Always has been
Relinquish control
The sink is piled high with dirty dishes
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3. |
Viking Funeral
03:10
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Gave you a Viking funeral
Torched the sail and sent to sea
It seemed a fitting ritual
For all the pain and agony
I trace all my scars
Out beneath the starlight
And I strum my guitar trying to make it right
I don't care about the things that used to get me high
I don't want to be the things that used to make me hide
I just want to be seen
Keepsakes into a bonfire
Orange flames lick at the sky
As smoke lifts to the atmosphere
I say goodbye
I trace all my scars
Out beneath the starlight
And I strum my guitar trying to make it right
I don't care about the things that used to get me high
I don't want to be the things that used to make me hide
I just want to be seen
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4. |
Corpse Paint Blues
03:04
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There's a black and white face staring back at me
Above the bathroom sink, my long hair is thinning
I own a cafe called The Mausoleum
We only serve coffee black and single-origin goat’s blood
Surrounded by sheep skulls and espresso grounds
And baristas wearing painted frowns
I daydream of a family, a suburban life and a wife
But it's hard to get ahead looking undead
Fuck humanity
I haven't been to church since I torched one
I pray to Burzum not to God
A misanthropic world view and a Bathory tattoo
I've got the corpse paint blues
This year's vacation will take me to Norway
A backpacking trip to the eye of the storm
I’ll see the basement where they planned the fires
And grab a coffee at what used to be Helvete
Maybe I’ll meet a pagan metal queen
In a bullet belt and Venom tee
A Nordic girl with a desk job, a nice salary, normalcy
An unreasonable boss, an upside down cross in her cubicle
I spend my weekends in the forest
Reading Lords of Chaos by light of the moon
It's my Mercyful Fate I'll never find a date
I've got the corpse paint blues
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5. |
The Turk
02:30
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Challengers from afar
Nearly everyone would fall
Ben Franklin to Napoleon
All came to take on The Turk
Black beard, grey eyes, a Turkish pipe, robe and a turban
A gift built to impress the empress
Von Kempelen's hoax, a game-playing automaton
Became a global fascination
Wood cabinets, brushed copper cogs and ivory
Concealed its secret inner workings
Magnetic force used to manipulate the minds
Nothing magical just misdirection
Challengers from afar
Nearly everyone would fall
Ben Franklin to Napoleon
All came to take on The Turk
Destroyed by fire in '54 wasn't its end
In many ways it was really the beginning
The long held secrets could finally be revealed
The enigma was to be no more
Hidden behind the machine-like gears and drawers
Candlelit cave for a chess master
A pantograph arm moved the pieces up above
Perfect grift choreography
The wonder it brought remains
More machines to automate
Telephones and power looms
Created thanks to The Turk
The mindfuck known as The Turk
Checkmate at the hand of the Turk
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6. |
The Finnish Line
02:17
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Who needs Sweden, Norway or Russia?
Finland, here we come!
When we arrive, a rocks Finlandia please
And an Olvi for me
Our first stop is the Tavastia Club
Kammpi, Helsinki
Hanoi Rocks the local music scene
69 Eyes, HIM and Lordi
Been practicing my growls for your extreme metal
Please be kind because it's our first time
Across the Finnish line
We're really hoping there's a friendly vibe
Across the Finnish line
Thank you for all the Renny Harlin films
Cliffhanger, Die Hard 2
And for electing lady presidents
Lady prime ministers too
Maybe watch a Pesäpallo match
With the Dudesons
Linus made Linux and his penguin Tux
But can he hack a Nokia?
Been practicing my slingshot for your Angry Birds
Please be kind because it's our first time
Across the Finnish line
We're really hoping there's a friendly vibe
Across the Finnish line
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7. |
Bismarck
02:16
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Streetlights change with every sip of coffee I drink
Another pot of stories
And here's me in the big city
Tossing lines at the prom queen again
Where time never changes
Only the skyline
I knew that it would come out
She has the prettiest eyes and long fingers
Offbeatly beautiful
I got a postcard today from the girl with cutest dimples
Postmarked from Bismarck
It said, Dear Dave, I feel like cowboy
Montana is nice, wish you were here
Where time never changes
Only my hairline
Kodak memories to last a lifetime
I feel like McQueen, feel like Brando
Offbeatly beautiful
She rescued me from a life unlived
She rescued me from me
Like a film reel that’s unspooling
Bound for eventual obsolescence
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8. |
Short and to the Point
01:34
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Another song, should I even proceed?
John and Paul have got me beat
Lyrically, anything I can dream up
Fat Mike has done more cleverly
I'm just a hack and that's all I'll ever be
As evidenced by this melody
Short and to the point:
I'd like to anoint myself
King of the middling
Lord of mediocrity
I play guitar like Jimmy Page sings
I only use the top strings
But I’ve been told I have exceptional taste
In Creed songs and Kenny G
My work's hackneyed and that's all it'll ever be
As evidence? This soliloquy
Short and to the point:
I'd like to anoint myself
King of the middling
Lord of mediocrity
Earl of inadequacy
The Marquis of mundanity
The Baron of banality
See!
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9. |
Festival Summer
02:08
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Next stop, Bonnaroo
Tennessee whiskey is 80 proof
Me and my bros
Four days of bands and no change of clothes
I saw Radiohead at Outside Lands
Minus the Bear, Bon Iver, and Sufjan Stevens
I even moshed during Bjork
The sun, the stage, get tan, and rage
Burning Man, EDC
Coachella might reunite The Police
Riot Fest for the win
Birkenstocks and sunburned skin
I don't care who's playing and don't think I should
As long as there's girls and drugs The Black Keys sound good
Is this a great summer or what!
The sun, the stage, get tan, and rage
Met these girls and ate shrooms in their van
Woke up in the parking lot with an armpit tan
Where the fuck are my shoes?
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10. |
Internet Girl
02:27
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Fade in on a girl
Who loves the internet more than everything
It sounds cool at first
But she’d rather look at NFTs than me
She picks TikTok over a movie Friday night
She’d rather tweet than cuddle up next to me
She livestreams when she sleeps
Me and my girl are a 404
She doesn’t want diamonds just Perl
Can’t find my way through her firewall
I’m pretty sure she’d like to have me uninstalled
Foreplay is watching
Unboxing videos in our underwear
She don’t want a man
She wants an influencer fluent in C
If I want to talk, it’s Twitch or Telegram
I had to read her FAQ before we could ever fuck
She named her cat Crypto
Me and my girl are a 404
She doesn’t want diamonds just Perl
Can’t find my way through her firewall
I’m pretty sure she’d like to have me uninstalled
I tell her I have something to share
And she opens her Dropbox
“Can I ask you something?” I say
“Sure, during my Reddit AMA”
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11. |
Swan Song
03:01
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I fall to pieces every time
Fall to my knees at the mere sight
Of her standing in my door frame
Feel my projections flood right in
Transmission of serotonin
Head light, chest tight and heart is racing
Don't wait up but leave a light on
There's no telling how long I'll be gone
There seems no other way but to succumb
I'm holding on
But with this suitcase of pain I move slowly
I need to move on
The current is pulling me under
I'm gone, throw me a line, hold it tight
She's the opioid I just can't kick
Tie me off, I need another fix
If I go too long it makes me queasy
I hang upon her every move
A bat of a lash can tweak my mood
She is the sun and I'm a satellite
That's a wrap, this is my swan song
I've been playing this role for too long
I'll take my final bow, hold your applause
I'm holding on
But with this suitcase of pain I move slowly
I need to move on
The current is pulling me under
I'm gone, throw me a line, hold it tight
Put my feet in the fire
Like a moth to a flame
Here's to no more getting burned
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12. |
Two Stones
04:00
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I remember your confessional
Sacred sins did you in
Motel walls heard it all
Glee Club never came to pass
But your call was all
I needed to hear
You were all heart and then it failed
Dream
Go back to sleep
Go back to feeling painless, feeling weightless finally
Dream
Go back to sleep
Go back to feeling helpless, you won't be restless anymore
I remember talking fatherhood
Those two girls, your whole world
You hated being gone
The T-shirts that night made us laugh
Just your name and not your band's
I wish I had bought one
You wrote the Saddest Song and now you're one
Dream
Go back to sleep
Go back to watching your family and writing lovely melodies
Dream
Go back to sleep
Go back to inspiring, a generation follows your lead
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