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My Head
01:56
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Keep on, keep on, keep on coming.
Soon we’ll all be gone.
Live your life while it’s worth living
‘Cause it won’t last long.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
Housework, housework keeps on coming.
Where does free time go?
Stop an hour, watch the opera,
The only life you know.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
Keep on, keep on, keep on dreaming.
Leave the world behind.
Somewhere you know your life waits
Beyond the daily grind.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
“You stepped on my head,” she said.
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2. |
Thank You for Holding
06:04
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Thank you for holding. Your call is very important to us. All of our lines are busy at the moment. Please remain on the line, and a customer service representative will be with you shortly.
Thank you for holding. Your call is very important to us. Please remain on the line, and a customer service representative will be with you shortly.
Thank you for holding.
Please remain on the line.
Please remain on the line.
Please remain on the representative.
[Flute solo.]
That was me playing the flute just now. I hope you liked it. I spent many years learning how to play, and I’d hate to think it was all for nothing.
[Pause for audible sigh.]
But please don’t worry if you missed it, for here it comes again.
[Flute solo.]
Thank you for holding. Your call is very important to us. All of our lines are busy at the moment. Please remain on the line, and a customer service representative will be with you shortly.
Shortly.
Shortly.
Shortly.
Thank you for holding. Your call is very important to us.
Thank you for holding.
Thank you for holding.
Thank you for nothing.
Thank you for holding. I’d hate to think it was all for nothing.
[Flute solo.]
That was me on the flute again. I only know the one part, but it took me years to learn.
One day, I’d like to leave this place and step into the sun, but for now, this is the only life I know.
Thank you for holding. Your call is very important to us.
I’d hate to think it was all for nothing.
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3. |
Waiting for a Signal
03:17
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Wake up in a panic at the wheel of a car,
Suddenly it hits you that you don’t know who you are.
Waiting for a signal, hoping for a sign,
Everybody’s pushing to the front of the line.
Inch up on the red, lose a mile on the green,
Still you don’t believe that you’re part of the machine.
Waiting for a signal, hoping for a sign,
Everybody’s pushing to the front of the line.
Somewhere on the road, you find a moment of Zen,
But then you come up short of breath and do it all again.
Waiting for a signal, hoping for a sign,
Everybody’s pushing to the front of the line.
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4. |
Blood Flows Silver
03:46
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We play this game like no one else does.
We've played so long it's hard to say if
We play the game or the game plays us,
Or even if there's still a game to play.
We dream of gods returning,
Fiddle while Rome is burning.
The blood flows silver in our veins.
We take the road where the road takes us.
We drift like shadows on the wall.
We live the dream til morning wakes us.
We tell ourselves we'll never fall.
We chase our favorite vices
With tea and cakes an ices.
The blood flows silver in our veins.
They hit us hard we hit them harder.
We fight with nothing left to lose.
Each time we chalk up a new martyr,
We shake it off with pills and booze.
We take our daily doses
To ward off our psychoses.
The blood runs silver in our veins.
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5. |
Don't Let It Go
03:44
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Thank you for holding. Your call is the only life I know.
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Groovin' on spongecake.
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7. |
Best Worst of Times
01:53
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Some days, it was the best of times.
Some days, it was the words of times.
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8. |
Sweet Chocolate Jesus
03:22
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The more you spend, the more you're saved.
Sweet. Sweet. Sweet chocolate.
Sweet sweet chocolate.
Sweet chocolate Jesus.
Sweet chocolate.
Sweet, sweet chocolate.
Sweet Jesus.
Sweet, sweet Jesus.
Give me some of that
Sweet chocolate.
Give me some of that
Sweet Jesus.
Give me some of that
Sweet chocolate Jesus.
Sweet chocolate Jesus.
Bye-bye. Have a great day.
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9. |
66th and City
06:40
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I’ve painted corners of this house
Nobody will ever see.
These lives I’ve led.
These tears I’ve shed.
I’ve painted corners of this house.
We lived, we laughed, we longed, we loved within these walls.
We dreamed, we planned, we fought, we cried, we played.
And now old photographs are all that’s left of us,
The memories have all begun to fade.
And now the weeds grow
And now the weeds grow
And now the weeds grow
And now the weeds grow
Where people used to sleep.
We had a child once, I think, if I remember right.
Then again it could have been a dog.
We drift like ghosts and pass among these plasterboards,
The house a living catalog.
And now the weeds grow
And now the weeds grow
And now the weeds grow
And now the weeds grow
Where people used to sleep.
The sun shines bitter on the roof.
The rain falls uglier than truth.
Windows crack, the ceiling drips,
Floorboards rot, lead paint chips.
Thick roots wrap like fingers
’Round rusted sewer pipes
Green shoots poke through cracks in concrete
Reaching for the light.
The sun shines bitter on the roof.
The rain falls heavier than truth.
I’ve painted corners of this house
Nobody will ever see.
And now the weeds grow
Where people used to sleep.
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10. |
Spooky Spongecake
01:14
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Groovin' on spongecake.
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11. |
Tell Me a Story
04:57
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We play this game, you and I.
We hit the gas and close our eyes.
We roll through fire. We roll through flood.
We roll past sad men gunning for blood.
Tell me a story. Sing me a song.
Tell me it's okay. Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me a story. Sing me to sleep.
I've got a feeling we're in too deep.
We go along for the ride
We barely blink when our worlds collide.
We shake our heads, shudder and heave
While other people struggle to breathe.
Tell me a story. Sing me a song.
Tell me it's okay. Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me a story. Sing me to sleep.
I've got a feeling we're in too deep.
We built this world, you and I
We saw it coming and let it slide
We went for punchlines. We took the bait.
We laughed as madmen turned up the hate.
Tell me a story. Sing me a song.
Tell me it's okay. Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me a story. Sing me to sleep.
I've got a feeling we're in too deep.
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12. |
Whatever Forever
04:50
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Another Sunday morning, you and I.
Another cup of coffee, another sigh.
I read the morning paper. You check your phone.
And though we sleep together, we stand alone.
Whatever, forever, give us our daily bread.
Whatever, forever, give us this day.
Whatever, forever, give us our daily bread.
Whatever, forever, give us this day.
The weekend starts with red wine on Wednesday night.
Friday we’re back on gin and too numb to fight.
We talk about our days and pretend to care.
We walk from room to room and get nowhere.
Whatever, forever, give us our daily bread.
Whatever, forever, give us this day.
Whatever, forever, give us our daily bread.
Whatever, forever, give us this day.
Let’s hit the town together. Let’s go tonight.
Let’s have it out in public. Let’s do it right.
We’ll throw things. We’ll break things.We’ll fly into a rage.
And when the sun comes up, we’ll turn the page.
Whatever, forever, give us our daily bread.
Whatever, forever, give us this day.
Whatever, forever, give us our daily bread.
Whatever, forever, give us this day.
Whatever, forever, give us our daily bread.
Whatever, forever, give us this day.
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Zapatero Havertown, Pennsylvania
“Sometimes verging on the experimental, else playing in the middle of the dance-floor… Zapatero is a musician who creates music simply for the joy of making music, to get away from the mundanities of life, which gives his songs their honesty and vitality, making them such a delight to hear.” – Tim Whale, Emerging Indie Bands ... more
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