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Final chapter
03:17
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It’s all a big mistake, it’s all a grand charade
It looked good in the right light, and it felt good in the spot light
But there’s been a slight confusion, there’s been a mass delusion
Between what we wanted and what it was
And I can’t decide
If it was an illusion or a lie
After the party’s over, after the guests are sober
Close the curtains and sleep in, let’s watch TV for the weekend
Give this an A for effort, lock this away for ever
Cancel all appointments and hold our calls
And I can’t deny
I said I wouldn’t but I changed my mind
This is the final chapter, another final chapter
Promises etched in plaster
This is the final chapter again
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2. |
Zoe
02:44
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Go to sleep now baby
And dream of unseen colors
You get tired and you don’t understand
Anything at all
In an hour you will smile
Let me sleep now baby
And dream of other cities
I get tired but it don’t change that I’d do
Anything at all
In an hour you will smile
Go to sleep now baby
And dream in future voices
You get tired and you don’t understand
Anything at all
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3. |
Our geometry
03:19
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These lines have intersected so much more than I expected
Shapes reveal to me our geometry
Your body’s like an island and I can barely sleep for smiling
At my discovery of your geography
And I dive in
The sunlight never came but still we venture out the same
A weekend on the town, hours counting down
We wander never knowing quite exactly where we’re going
Footsteps on the stones, all roads lead us home
And I dive in
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4. |
Telephone call
02:44
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It’s cleaner than love, it’s stronger than hate,
It’s cheaper than anger
You’re tying your shoes, you’re drinking with friends
You’re sharing your candy
Everything eventually is nothing
You’re packing your bags, you’re catching a plane
You’re heading to Krakow
You’re dining alone, but you’re out on the town
You’re picking up slack now
You’ll get by and then you’ll see
Everything eventually is nothing
Keep waiting for a telephone call
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5. |
Modernista
03:04
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Gonna jump off the board, shake hands with the lord
Gonna build a cathedral
Such a beautiful thing to watch it hang by a string
Gonna build a cathedral
And when I break all the dishes, it’s so tasty delicious
Gonna build a cathedral
Gonna go win a classic, gonna go play in traffic
Gonna build a cathedral
The more things change the more they stay the same
Is what you lost greater than what you gained
If time is money then baby I’m a rich man too
Everything old is new again
Modernista
Getting high in the park, talking shit about art
Gonna build a cathedral
Gonna march in the streets shouting fuck the police
Gonna build a cathedral
The more things change the more they stay the same
Is what you lost greater than what you gained
If silence is golden then baby I’m a rich man too
Everything old is new again
Modernista
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6. |
Soft agenda
03:37
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No matter what I know I’m going down
A victim of the soft agenda, lost it when
You pick me up and nobody’s around
To drag me back to terra firma, I never learn
I can’t feel a thing, just my extremities tingling
I can’t feel a thing, I guess the side effects are lingering
It’s in the script, rehearsals have been run
And we’re opening tonight, your money or your life
It’s on the tip of everybody’s tongue
Cuz you and I are certain it’s gonna be curtains for me
I didn’t say a thing, still my exterior is crumbling
I didn’t say a thing, I guess the aftershocks are rumbling
And it’s really not that far, just a couple of inches
But I can’t close the gap, I can’t bridge the distance
I can’t feel a thing
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7. |
Under satellites
03:32
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The heat reflects off silver tiles
Under antennae and clothing lines
A passing car breaks the silence
A stranger’s fate sealed in the sound of sirens
Holler in the sunshine
Color in the outlines
You are not an empty space
Meet me on the roof tonight
The city under satellites
You are not an empty space
Melting ice and broken glass
Smoke gets in your eyes but it makes you laugh
Do you know why you stand around
And talk about the best way to burn it down
Holler in the sunshine
Color in the outlines
You are not an empty space
Meet me on the roof tonight
The city under satellites
You are not an empty space
The summer rays have come and gone
We stay up high and on and on
Holler in the sunshine
Color in the outlines
You are not an empty space
Meet me on the roof tonight
The city under satellites
You are not an empty space
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8. |
August ends
03:53
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Before anything could happen
We got a call from the assassin
Now our days our numbered
I wish I could always live in summer
But August ends
When you get right down to it
I guess we always knew it
We could never afford it
All the planes we never boarded
When August ends
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9. |
This room is a runway
02:53
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Stand clear, this room is a runway
You got wings and you’re gonna fly one day
You got lost in the countdown capital
You got soft in the countdown capital
All you know is you’re leaving
All you know is you’re leaving all you know
This scene’s like the sea in December
You got wings but you just don’t remember
You got trapped in the countdown capital
You got slack in the countdown capital
All you know is you’re leaving
All you know is you’re leaving all you know
If I could I’d give you the matches
And help you scatter the ashes
Set fire to the countdown capital
It’s time for a countdown
When you leave this town they’re will be nothing left
No memories, no monuments
No pseudonyms and no disguise
Just open road and open skies
This room is a runway
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10. |
Area man
03:30
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Forty days and forty nights at sea
My family, my animals and me
I’m coaxing a carrier pigeon from the palm of my hand
Into flying and trying to locate an area man
The forty greatest phrases of all time
To my surprise not one of them was mine
I’m puerile, and futile and facile, so what if I am
The lowest common denominated area man
The more you find the less you refine
The more you find the less you define
We’re getting smarter all the time I suppose
I know you are but what am I, so it goes
Freon and neon keeping our heads in the sand
Let’s rally to beyond the valley of the area man
The more you find the less you refine
The more you find the less you define
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11. |
Old hero, oh champion
04:59
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It’s the first step on a long road on a cold night
Is it worth it when the cock crows at the first light
And it goes down the same
On a subway platform, waiting
All the faces like a scrapbook fading
And you don’t know their names
When you see them you feel like you’re falling
Stands to reason when infamy comes calling one day
There will be hell to pay
It’s the last call at the old dive on the corner
Raise your glass high for a new life in the morning
When something starts to move
It’s the sound of distant thunder
It’s a world of simple wonder
With nothing left to prove
When you see them you feel like you’re falling
Stands to reason when infamy comes calling one day
There will be hell to pay
Old hero
Oh champion
In the red light of the sunset in the evening
In the headlights of a hatchback leaving
It goes down the same
When you see them you feel like you’re falling
Stands to reason when infamy comes calling one day
There will be hell to pay
Old hero
Oh champion
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12. |
Other cities
03:49
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It’s never too early for the first one
It’s never too late for the last
Stuck in between them, the future
Is shaking its head at the past
Other cities stop
Last call is just the beginning
Bedtime is far out of reach
She says we can sleep in the morning
She means passing out on the beach
Other cities stop
When every night has a punch line
Sometimes the joke is on me
Somewhere a decade is asking
What the hell was this supposed to mean
Other cities stop
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