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Drive
03:09
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Drive
We grew our hair, beards on our faces
we looked like unenlightened sages
We were jaded by the age of seventeen
We went school and played guitar
that didn't get us very far
and now we're all burnt out and
whining of our woes
They said we're motivated but we're going nowhere
we're overrated by the constructs of our minds
They're irritated coz where doing something
they're irritated coz they might get left behind
It's time to grow up but we don't wanna
School days are over but we're still pariahs
and we forgot how to express what's inside of us
but we're gonna make it, whatever that means
our dreams our fuzzy but they're still our own
we're gonna remember what it was like to have a choice
Let's turn our perversions into subprime diversions
and get back at all the boring haters
They're irritated coz where doing something
they're irritated coz they might get left behind
I know that we we're both made for something
different than our parents
and you know I'm right, so why all the fights
why all the procrastination?
Let's just drive!
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2. |
Mensa Test
03:02
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Mensa Test
Tell me what you're thinking
scratch that never mind
the last thing that you wanna hear is my paltry advice
I'd be better off if I daydreamed while you talked
All I'd need to do is gasp and nod on cue to you
And I won't ever try and help you again
coz you have told me it's a sin
and I don't wanna make things harder on us anymore
so where do I begin
Every day with you is like a new Mensa test
You're a puzzle wrapped in riddles
in high heels and a dress
you want what you don't want and it's driving me mad
you're a riddle wrapped in enigmas
my little Mensa...
test me in the shallow end of your crises
I am but a fallow field of dreams
and I'm so vulnerable to famines of love
I will starve just because
send me someplace where everything
you say makes sense
at least enough
Every day with you is like a new Mensa test
You're a puzzle wrapped in riddles
in high heels and a dress
you want what you don't want and it's driving me mad
you're a riddle wrapped in enigmas
my little Mensa...
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3. |
Comedy Is King
04:00
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Comedy Is King
I would rather be in a place of misery with you
than all alone and pining over yesteryear
do you remember when they detained us at immigration
you we're holding my hand tight so tightly
and when then let us go that little bitch gave us a dirty look
but when we came back six months later they had fired her
and I don't know why but it felt like such a victory for us
I can't explain it but it felt like more than love
We could have been another TV series
making people laugh at our pain
and maybe we could get a paycheck someday
Comedy is King
Corner the market on the self-ironic
how hard could it really be
We've got the stories we just need production
Comedy is King
I would rather live in a crab/crap shack in Belize
than the lap of luxury and without you
do you remember when we snuck across the border
ate a taco in the park and watched the sun go down
with stupid smiles on our faces speaking broken spanish
we never party but we decided to have ourselves a beer
I can't explain it but it felt like such a victory for us
I've got a feeling that this might be more than love
We could have been another TV series
making people laugh at our pain
and maybe we could get a paycheck someday
Comedy is King
Corner the market on the self-ironic
how hard could it really be
We've got the stories we just need production
Comedy is King
And every year there's more adventures
making our lives sound absurd
we never even wanted anyone to think that we were weird
Don't ask me why, but I don't think
that there is any going back
I got a feeling that this might be more than love
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4. |
Every Now and Then
03:47
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Every Now and Then
Every now and then I get a message from her
"Hey when you gonna fly out here and pick up all your shit?"
and every now and then I'll write her back
explaining how my finances just won't allow it
and she says
she says I haven't changed at all
says I'm still the same old leach that I have always been
and no matter how hard I try or how many times I remind her
of all my good deeds, she never seems to get it
I guess she never did
And every now and then she's in my dreams
Don't ask me why because I never invited her
and then she ends up dying in are car wreck
or something and I wake up crying in a panic
so I call her...
just to make sure she's alright
just to make sure I'm not a profit
but then she goes on to tell me how everything in her life
is so amazing and complete
just aiming her words at my ego like a rifle
and you might think that I'd regret
having spent so many years trying to impress her but failing
yet I don't, I don't even harbor any anger
at least not anymore
Every now and then I hope she'll say "I'm Sorry"
coz God knows I said it so many times myself
and every now and then I think we might be friends
but my face keeps getting bluer everyday
Still
Every now and then she's in my dreams
and every now and then I hope she's alright
maybe even look back through our pictures and miss me
a little just a little
every now and then
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5. |
No Explanation
04:14
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No Explanation
I am like the crust along your eyes
a nasty little decoration
wipe me off and just cast me aside
I am like the pebbles in your shoe
gnawing at your conscience with my nonsense
until you don't know what to do
protesters just step aside it's useless to try
We owe no explanation
I am the toilet that doesn't flush
you can feed me all your verbal diarrhea
and I will just throw it up
I am like the chemtrail in the sky
I'll burrow my way into your brain
whether you invited me or not
fomenters can't break the tide
just give up the fight
We owe no explanation
I am the evil you forgot
doesn't matter what you choose
I own everything tepid, cold and hot
I am the ego in your head
whispering negative mantras
pumping propaganda until you're dead
We owe no explanation
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6. |
Dissidents
03:01
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Dissidents
When I saw you in the audience
hanging out with all your friends
waiting for the opening band to play
I knew you were a dissident
you weren't even drinking when
everybody else was busy getting pisst
Take it from a veteran with too much experience
when it comes to bitterness, I am king
Take me where the skies are bluer
We'll repose in a blossoming meadow forever
I'll be your new inspiration, just so we can laugh and love again
I knew there was something about you
I couldn't pretend
I remember everything like the first time
underneath the underpass
wishing time would never pass
greener eyes had never cast their gaze on me
You were my cinderella and I was your peasant fellow
searching for a way out of this feudal/futile dating game
Take me where the skies are bluer
We'll repose in a blossoming meadow forever
I'll be your new inspiration, just so we can laugh and love again
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7. |
Without Pause
03:21
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Without Pause
Time is misleading teetering from slow to fast
I'm running out of feelings connecting me to the past
I wish you could experience all my old memories
the good the bad the ugly oh so ugly if you knew me
I will find a way to weasel my life in yours
we will braid our minds together
start from the core
We're running out of excuses to circumvent our destiny
we're running out of empty hands to carry all the weight
of life lived without pause
My senses tell me that you're holding back a lot
I see you underselling your talents and intellect
You call me a liar when I'm praising you
but I love the good the bad and the ugly inside you
I will find a way to restore your confidence
reconfigure your misfortune, I am obsessed
We're running out of excuses to circumvent our destiny
we're running out of empty hands to carry all the weight
of life lived without pause
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Darn It All New Haven, Connecticut
Darn It All is a male/female duo of internationally roving musicians who deliver tragically fun and witty pop songs in a heavy and slightly avant-garde fashion to a cross-generational audience. Their live show is an amalgam of catchy tunes, satire and improvisational comedy. ... more
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