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Happy
03:46
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Happy
Sunday after church
Playing in the parking lot with friends from Sunday school
The grass was wet and cool and we were crouching in the trees
Finger guns and bark grenades and a green stain on my knee
Happy as an eight year old could be
Wednesday at the church
Everyone was there and there were crock pots everywhere
Casseroles and hot carafes and lots of deviled eggs
Launching our balloons and watching a red one float away
Happy as a red balloon could be
All these inbetweens
They help me to ignore the darker things
If I keep that part in front of me and the pain on my periphery
I can stumble on with blinders till it's all behind me
And gone
On our way to church
Running late as always put your shoes on in the car
Twenty minutes on the highway never seemed so far
Cranky and uncomfortable in a polyester suit
Copyright 2009 Screaming Bloody Music (ASCAP)
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Model Citizen
03:37
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Model Citizen
Another dull suburbanite
Born to drain the world's resources
I eat and shit and throw away
I've been seduced by Kryptonite
Satisfied to tend my fortress and keep my Superman at bay
I'm running out of alibis to explain my situation
Seems like I've said it all before
I can't escape the paradigm
So I sign my resignation and say goodbye to something more
Everybody said "Think fast, make a move before you're out of time"
What the hell did I wait for?
I couldn't run, I couldn't jump, I couldn't watch another chance go by
What the hell did I stay for?
Now everything's fine I'm a model citizen
With tabs on my feet and a base to stick me in
Plastic and hollow with no pride to swallow
I know my tomorrow
I followed the instructions
I followed the instructions
And everybody said "Think fast, make a move before you're out of time"
What the hell did I wait for?
I couldn't run, I couldn't jump, I couldn't watch another chance go by
What the hell did I stay for?
Now everything's fine I'm a model citizen
With tabs on my feet and a base to stick me in
Plastic and hollow with no pride to swallow
I know my tomorrow
I followed the instructions
Copyright 2009 Screaming Bloody Music
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The Price
03:15
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The Price
You enter shot in hand you're on the stage again
Tequila by the dozen doesn't do you in
Gladiator I've come to watch you fight
It entertains me when you can barely get it right
Tortured artists are the most impressive kind
And I'll keep buying tickets till you finally pay the price
If you slit your wrists
It'd make you infamous
You'd finally get respect and live in history
Perhaps an overdose
Would boost your cred the most
Then every word you said would turn to poetry
Gladiator I've come to watch you die
It entertains me when you can't open both your eyes
Dying artists are the only vital kind
And I'll be lighting candles when you finally pay the price
Gladiator I won't forget your plight
I emulate you but I can barely get it right
Art and torture are a most expensive vice
So I keep selling tickets till I finally pay the
Reinvent the sickness till I finally pay the price
Finally pay the price
Copyright 2009 Screaming Bloody Music (ASCAP)
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You're Not Here Anymore
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You're Not Here Anymore
You're not here anymore but if you were you'd want me to be happy
So I banish the clouds and scream out loud and everyone around is clapping
But it isn't fair that I'm breathing this air without you
No nothing is right, but I'm smiling despite for you
You're not here anymore but if you were you'd want me to be happy
So I bury my shroud and scream out loud and everyone around is laughing
But it's been a fight just to be here tonight without you
But I'm stoking the flame and repeating your name again
A sudden heat
The winds retreat
The clearing glows
My breathing slows
Called out your name
No answer came
But in my throat
Your voice remains
You're not here anymore but if you were you'd want me to be happy
Copyright 2009 Screaming Bloody Music (ASCAP)
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Codeine
04:31
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Codeine
Screw February
It just about killed me
I aged prematurely till only a fraction remained
Broken and beaten
Depressed and depleted
Defeated I almost gave in to the pain
But I'm glad you were there
You made me want to come down from the chair
I wouldn't have made it without you
Without you and codeine
Two every four to six hours
Then stand in the shower
With barely the power to open the drain
I can't fall asleep standing up
I spit in a cup and pertuss
And pertuss
Till my body erupts into flames
But at least you were there
Keeping me sane with your hand in my hair
I couldn't have made it without you
WIthout you and codeine
Woke up with a start and a fear in my heart as I ran for the door
But not even one star could cut through the dark of that smothering force
I saw no solution to alter my course
And stared at the sky like a corpse
But as long as you're there
I 'll have a reason to come up for air
I couldn't make it without you
Copyright 2009 Screaming Bloody Music (ASCAP)
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Oh Comely
08:28
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Oh Comely
Oh comely'
I will be with you when you lose your breath'
Chasing the only' meaningful memory you thought you' had left
With some pretty' bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest'
But oh comely'
It isn't as pretty as' you'd like to guess
In your memory you're' drunk on your autonomy
It doesn't mean anything' at all
Oh comely'
All of your friends are all letting you blow'
Bristling and ugly'
Bursting with fruits falling out from' the holes
Of some pretty' bright and bubbly friend
You could need to say comforting' things in your ear
But oh comely'
There isn't such one friend that' you could find here
Standing next to me
He's' only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything' I own
Say what you want to say'
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth' to pull out all your miracles aimed' for me
Your father made fetuses
With' flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were a'sleep in the trailer park'
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you' needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy' fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And' bend all your notes for me'
Soft silly music' is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful'
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with' green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were' sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all' under the garden
Was all you were needing when' you still believed in me
Say what your want to say'
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth' to pull out all your miracles aimed' for me
Da da da da da da da (x3)
I know they buried her' body with others
Her sister and mother and' 500 families
And will she remember me' 50 years later
I wished I could save her in' some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies'
We know who are enemies are'
Know all your enemies'
We know who are' enemies are
Da da dada da da dada da' da dada da da da da'(x3)
Goldaleen my dear'
We will fold and' freeze together
Far away from' here
There is sun and spring and' green forever
But now we move' to feel
For ourselves inside some' stranger's stomach
Place your body' here
Let your skin begin' to blend itself with' mine
De de de de de de de de de (x2)
Written by Jeff Mangum, copyright 1996 / 1997 Egg As A Whole Music
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Pillow Army Seattle, Washington
Pillow Army is a nomadic Chamber Rock band that can usually be found in the Seattle area. They combine a hard rock rhythm section with a violin, viola, and cello. Fans of Neutral Milk Hotel, Arcade Fire, The New Pornographers will feel at home.
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