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In the past they rocked
In the past perfect they had rocked
In the present perfect they have rocked
And that's all grammatically correct
In the future they will rock
In the future perfect they will have rocked
But in the present we rock
And that's the better tense
Rockin' in the present tense
This is not for those "about to rock"
Or a statement that "you will be rocked"
This is no promise of future rock
We are not "still rockin'"
We are not making a plea to "keep rockin'"
Past performance is no guarantee of future rockin'
Rockin' in the present tense
Don't take language for granted
Don't be that lazy
Christmas can come every day
When you're rockin' around trees
Rockin' in the present tense
Bill Haley was a hero to most
But he wasn't no Brenda Lee
He rocked his clocks in the future tense --
Time is for sand!
Motherfuck him and Chuck Klosterman
Rockin' in the present tense
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Get drunk and do your taxes -- this is not the time to skateboard
Get drunk and do your taxes -- this is not the time to look at porn
Get drunk and do your taxes -- you have no time to waste time at the store
Get drunk and do your taxes -- and if you need beer go buy more
And kill six more dolphins
Get drunk and do your taxes -- take a standard deduction
Get drunk and do your taxes -- it's not all that incredible a function
Get drunk and do your taxes -- no mortgage interest deduction
Get drunk and do your taxes -- so this year here's what you made
"Procrastinate" -- a four-syllable word for "wait"
And double the effort of "delay"
Get drunk and do your taxes -- no Hope tax credit
Get drunk and do your taxes -- no solar panel credit
Get drunk and do your taxes -- no additional child tax credit
Get drunk and do your taxes -- no hybrid car credit -- you just can't get it
Death and taxes -- Ben Franklin understood taxes
Death and taxes -- But Franklin never did taxes
Get drunk and do your taxes
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3. |
I've Got a Feeling
03:24
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I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling deep inside
There's something out there
There's something out there you can't hide
And I can hear them
I hear them listening on the line
There! Can you hear them?
Can you hear them? Please don't lie
No
I know
No
I Know
I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling they don't like
But I can see them
I see them following all my life
And like a dark cloud
Like a dark cloud covering lies
They bring the rain down
Bring the rain down from blue skies
No
I know
No
I know
I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling and it grows
They say I'm crazy
Say I'm a mad man yeah I know
But I can feel it
You're coming 'round now even though
Yeah you can feel it
You're coming 'round now please don't go
No
I know
No
I know
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4. |
I Don't Want You
01:57
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I don't want you
Wanting me
With your high horse
And hypocrisy
You ran roughshod
Over me
With your soul suck
Sirening
Stealing
Stealing is free
I don't want you
Wanting me
And we're liars
Lying to see
What we've taken
And it's everything
Night brings you
To my door
You're on your knees
Needing more
You want my speech
On your floor
You think it's building
But I'm just bored
I don't want you
Wanting me
But you're blinded
You'll never see
When I walk out
You'll be following
I don't want you
Wanting me
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5. |
Song About You
03:59
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We could pen most precious pulp flush with foamy love
But that would obscure the evolutionary purpose in perseverating on the negative
Hold dear to the most painful things, play them over and over in your mind
Cling to things only devastating, never let them go or leave them behind
Deep down inside there's this twerpy little minor chord
Pitiful, vulnerable and retreating inward
Let it play out, respond how we're conditioned to
It all goes to explain why there's never a song about you
We could express ourselves in miraculous ways and keep it solidly anodyne
But that would ignore what's physiologically at the core of fight or flight
Hold dear to the most painful things, play them over and over in your mind
Cling to things only devastating, never let them go or leave them behind
The amygdala inside, always on guard for a snake
Negativity bias baked into the brain
Play it out, respond how we're conditioned to
It all goes to explain why there's never a song about you
Trust me, you don't want a song about you
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Joan of Arc
02:55
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Finding faith in a fallen man
The lies a liar holds in hand
Trust and truth are a moving mark
Dust and ash and a death in the dark
Joan of Arc alone in the dark
Joan of Arc was the start
Joan of Arc oh she's so smart
Joan of Arc with a spark
The grace of God and bishops bought
The grace she never got
Tricks of trade, the trap well laid, trousers tripped our maid
Lafayette hadn’t come yet when Joan of Arc was the start
Denis dancing in the dark, held his head on his heart
Joan had visions in her heart, Joan of Arc was the start
Joan, her visions fought hard, hard high on a pyre
High on a pyre
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Royalty-Free Music
02:57
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Were it somehow possible to reanimate this dead heart
It'd take a factory full of Jarvik 7s to salvage any sentient parts
As I'm sure you've noticed I don't usually wear anything on this
sleeve
Hey now hit the right cue on this amazing halftime routine
We could be in music, royalty-free music
We could be in music, royalty-free music
We could swim in music, royalty-free music
We could live in music, royalty-free music
If it served some sort of purpose to plumb the depths of this dead
soul
I'd have to watch a how-to tutorial first, or at least a cat video
Infinite unboxings and countless squirrel memes
Hey now share the playlist, reveal what it all means
We could fly around in music, royalty-free music
We could lie around in music, royalty-free music
We could run aground in music, royalty-free music
We could drown in music, royalty-free music
We could be eating dinner, we could be trying on clothes
We could shivering outside a nail salon, we could be on hold
We could be in music, royalty-free music
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8. |
Red Eye
04:20
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I, looking at life through my one red eye
I see it all and beyond into a new breed I belong
With my mind
My long lifeline has been taxing my mind
And I start to see the signs that I'm alive
With my mind
With my mind
My sleeping friends know what I know
And I'm so sad to see them go but I don't mind
Carrying on all alone with the lies that I have told
With my mind
With my mind
I can see that you are upset
And I'd ask you not to forget that I'm alive
I'm feeling guilty and afraid
I feel the mess that I have made
With my mind
With my mind
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World Series Game Three
03:23
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Is he a post-season pitcher or a pitcher with a good postseason?
WIP said he was in too long but I'm sure Charlie had his reasons
The right teams are playing; the wrong one keeps on winning
While Fox relies on cheesesteak B-roll every fucking half inning
You can buy World Series like you can buy mayoralties
And when you tire of the taxes there you can buy in Broward County
After you go up two to one here you assume you got it made
But save some of that hot air for your Thanksgiving Parade
Remember Ray Rhodes equate losing at home to robbery and rape?
He said, "I don't like people breaking into my place and sodomizing my wife and kids and loading their car with my stereo and TV
I don't like that and that's what this is like to me"
So sure, I guess all told at least it beats 1993
Fuck Joe Carter, fuck Curt Schilling
Fuck Tom Hanks, fuck Denzel, fuck Bruce Springsteen
And the tired way they symbolized a dying city . . .
Demme's pre-Rendell metaphor paved the way for Bruce's lazy songwriting
If you are the first one up try being useful, change some clocks
Turn back the cuckoo on the wall, it's another fucking fall
Lurk downstairs in your bare feet, watch cartoons there with your
wife's niece; you still live with your in-laws, it's another fucking fall
Some places leaves drop from trees -- there's nothing to rake on this bare street
The wind outside is whipping raw, it's another fucking fall
Another season, another slide, winter waits on the other side
Defeat sticking in your craw, it's another fucking fall
If you are the first one up try being useful, change some clocks
Congress always fucks time up, Congress always fucks time up
Another season, another slide, winter waits on the other side
Defeat sticking in your craw, it's another fucking fall
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10. |
Walt Whitman
03:51
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Ol' Walt Whitman frowning from his Brooklyn grave
At the king's a-crowning and our souls unsaved
His borough's been paved in asphalt and ashes
Canarsided caves, Lafayette lashes
I know Walt Whit wasn't frowning when he lay in leaves of grass
Or when he fought the British army and, smiling, beat their ass
The Union's been saved, except for Sutton
We fought for their slaves, and shiny little buttons
I saw Walt Whitman frowning at King George's crooked grin
He's hoping Christ ain't counting all his evil sins
“What have you done my son?” from his grave said Old 41
I said from Bedford down to Bleecker they're worried over war
Not politicians preaching, we're on Horsemen three and four
What are we to be when all you see is me?
Well ol' Whit saw all this coming so many years way back in time
And if Walt Whitman walked among us, he'd probably change his mind
Walt Whitman gonna change his mind
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