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Future
05:33
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Well now you’re here again by type
In keyboard light across a glowing screen
I wonder what you want to do with me
I lost the scent of your hair
My bed is stained with nights you weren’t there
When you drifted between memories
And I don’t know
What you are doing
But now I’m thinking about you
Thinking about you
I am thinking about you
Am I to blame
For disillusion?
For the slow decline of love we cured
We swore could never quite take
Never take us alive
Now I am trying to remember
If I wanted you to find me stripped
Of all my most accomplished armor
Now I am trying to remember
What I desired hated loved adored destroyed
Where did I leave the ardor?
I’m sorry now
I’m sorry I was ignorant
I am sorry I was clumsy
I’m sorry I was young
But I gave my will
To your contentment
It wasn’t
Knowing, sly, assured, mature:
Just the best I had for love
And it wasn’t enough (8x)
I’m glad you wrote
I’m glad you made a truce of us
I am glad I grew in memory
But I’m glad it wasn’t me
That felt the need
To sift the past for compliment
For some comfort in a lonely night
From the one you chose to leave
I don’t care
What you’ve been doing
I don’t care
Where you’ve been
I don’t care
About your future
It’s not my job to close the tab
It’s not my job to call you in
So if we don’t care
About their futures why are we
Holding to their numbers
Calling up their face in pixel
Counting all the ways we’re
Past the hope that they will find us better
Than before they told us they were leaving for the
Feeling; time; the place
Unsure we’d wind our way to thinking past the logic
Of the insecure
To find that no one leaves another
Unless they think that they are worth one more
Tell ‘em:
I don’t care
I don’t care
Anymore
I don’t care
About your future
It’s not my job to hold your head at night
It’s not my job to keep score
Unless you think I’m winning
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Can't It Be
06:27
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It takes a lot to bring you down
It takes a lot to get to where you’ve got
Now don’t forget:
You’re living out your dream
And you know it’s far too early
To adopt regret
Maybe it’s the point in your life
Maybe it’s the time of the year
Maybe it’s the food that you eat
It’s only your first week there
Maybe you could be positive
Maybe you could try something new
Maybe you could work even more
Maybe work is all that you do
Why can’t it be loneliness?
You know you have to get your things
You know you have to get yourself
Another place to thrive
In the industry existence
In the business, there’s a starting cost
To be alive
You know you have to work all the day
You know you have to play all the night
You know you have to sleep between coffee
To live out the better life
And I shouldn’t have to tell you
That everyone is fighting for
Your place in line
To murder ten good years
So ten from then to drink alone
Impressive wine
Maybe you’re too eager to please
Maybe you’re pretentious to them
Maybe you need carnal release
Maybe you should find better friends
Why can’t it be loneliness?
Maybe it’s the point in your life
Maybe it’s the time of the year
Maybe it’s the food that you eat
Maybe it’s the clothes that you wear
Maybe you could be positive
Maybe you could try something new
Maybe you could work even more
Maybe work is all that you do
You know you have to play all the night
You know you have to work all the day
You have to sleep between coffee
You know it’s the only way
You know there’s nothing out there to find
You know there’s only what is to come
You know there’s only what you can feel
You know you have to feel while you’re young
Why can’t I feel loneliness?
Why can’t it be loneliness?
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Science Book Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The Cars and Elvis Costello had a baby. Sam Cooke was godfather. It got into computers and bought a cheap synthesizer. It drinks with Warren Zevon, and sobers up with Marshall Crenshaw. It likes to dance sometimes. Becka sings. Brett makes the sounds and writes the songs. They're both classically trained — Becka's a soprano; Brett's a composer. Science Book is their laboratory. ... more
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