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Good Advice
01:54
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Some people say these are the ”salad days,” but they never told me. These are the people that say the things that don’t make sense to me. Good advice, they’re full of good advice. ”They’re only jealous when they make fun of you.” ”Don’t think twice.” ”Eat what’s in front of you.” ”Be yourself.” ...and let them change you. ”Relax, put it off another day.” Complacency: there’s always been a better way. ”Take it with a grain of salt." ”Mind your pints and quarts.” ”Always wear clean shorts.” Don't listen to what ”they” say.
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Hot Flash
01:00
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My body is changing; my ovaries are raisins. I need a man. Okay, I’m not in the shape that I used to be. That won’t stop me from being a public disgrace. That won’t stop me from embarrassing the family. That won’t stop me. NO. ”You’re only as young as you think” taken too far. She’s forty-five years old and she’s sitting at the bar. Demanding posture from her soft bones, she’s not as young as she thinks. I’m not as young as I think. That won’t stop me. Better have another drink. You won’t stop me. She’s becoming a public disgrace. She can no longer save face. She’s gonna stumble right out of this place and into my car.
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I Hate Work
01:17
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Answer to the boss who knows the answers and suggests. Out the door, can’t stand to work another day. Help support a system, ”right to work,” I don’t believe in. A policy standing anti-union, pro-exploitation. I work and have no voice; to me there is no choice. I hate work (out the door). I hate work. (I can’t endure). I hate work. I’ll never afford to change my clothes or mind; what’s the use? Keeping up with the times only sets me out of line. I’m out of touch, I don’t understand. Never felt myself important. Unable to express this mess inside. I’ll sell the things I don’t believe in. Addeo, Doyle, Sayer come to my door.
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Dumpsville
01:27
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Can’t think straight so I’m goin’ to bed. Fifty million thoughts runnin’ through my head. Don’t want to be here, don’t want to be there. Got work to do but I don’t care. Try to convince myself of things I don’t believe, like ”she’s just another girl that I don’t really need.” (There’s no way out of this hole.) I tried, I tried, I tried, I can’t get in. No matter what I do, it seems I just can’t win.
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Dog Eared
01:46
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If I ever wrote a book about my boring fucking life, I’d turn back the corners of the pages you were on. ‘Cause you meant more to me than all the other shit that I have been through. Did it mean any more to you? I won’t call you. I’ll ignore you. I trust that you’ll do the same. I think I see them now, the lingering regrets, but what more can I do besides ignoring you?
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I'll Walk to Get There
01:55
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Wake up in time for another day that’s cold and wet. Maybe there’s more to life than coffee, work and debt. It’s best not to ask why. Why I drink my coffee, go to work, and ask what I believe in. A religion that seems to sway in what it means to sin. The simple things in life--pleasant, idle conversation, change in my pocket, a friend, food, clothes, or a strength within. I’ll walk to get there, like I do for everything. Seems too hard to let it go by fast. Another wave of ignorance. Never bother to ask why (I’m caught in the tide). I’ve worked too hard for this to watch it slip away. Can't stand my ignorance in believing it’s okay. To have a community with a fence around the yards. Making all these payments seems to be rewards. In desperation I fail to see why I went so far in a trend of mass lobotomy complete with business cards.
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On Par With Hell
02:15
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I thought too much; She'll never know what she meant to me... Saw her for a second, replayed a thousand. times. Struggled for a word to say (and turn her head). How many more will be like her? You’d think that with all I’d done wrong, I’d get the girl and we’d run away, but I’ll be here--all alone. Another time to think and look around for the other girl that isn’t there. Why couldn’t I move or even say a word? Turned my head and she was gone. Can’t say the effect she has on me. How many more will be like her? Gotta figure out a way to explain this. I tried hard to work things out, but my head won’t allow it. Maybe I try too hard to say the things I want to say to her. I thought too much; she never knew what she meant to me. it’s not a lack of interest or desire. Struggled for a word to say. How many more will be like her?
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Dirt Star (BONUS TRACK)
01:26
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megaweapon Buffalo, New York
Megaweapon started out in the fall of '94 and ended on December 12, 1997.
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