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Give Up!
02:49
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When they're younger many parents tell their kids that they can be
The president, or an astronaut, or an actor on TV
But no one ever tells a child what they cannot be
So it seems that the responsibility has come to me
Life is just a compromise it's better for your health
You might achieve a smaller dream so look inside yourself
Why do you want the big career and all that fancy stuff?
Give up give up give up give up give up
The moment you stop working out the fat will start to creep
You can never smoke a cigarette and still die in your sleep
So you don't have to make the bed you're getting back into
'Cause life tends towards chaos and there's nothing you can do
And love is just a compromise so you don't have to frown
And romcoms are a bunch of lies so bring your standards down
Sure he's a comedian but being single sucks
Give up give up give up give up give up
Think of what's awaiting you a couple years down the line
A bunch of emptiness at the success you didn't find
Think of how much happier you would be at that time
If you never ever failed because you didn't even try
And life is just a compromise but we don't wanna see
We write ourselves the movie script of how our lives should be
You're reaching out for happiness when what's inside's enough
Give up give up give up give up give up
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Big Shot
02:52
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Big shot, so debonair
Legs half crossed in the lobby chair
All dressed up for his first affair
Big shot, rented car
Two whole drinks from the minibar
The sex is just material for the memoir
He's still gonna be famous
Only twenty years since he graduated
Oooo anything to feel like a big shot, like a big shot
Ooo anything to wear the crown
Ooo anything to feel like a big shot, like a big shot
Ooo like the world ain't grinding you down
Big shot, he's no jerk
But his wife's so mean and it's tough at work
So he makes a scene and yells at the clerk
Big shot, so unfair
Don't they know he's supposed to be a millionaire?
Bills on the counter plugs in his hair
So he waits in the lobby
At least she acts like he's somebody
Oooo anything to feel like a big shot, like a big shot
Ooo anything to wear the crown
Ooo anything to feel like a big shot, like a big shot
Ooo like, the world wants you around
Play him the world's smallest fiddle, he ain't even upper middle
No one told him life would be so hard
Now he's not anointed, so he get disappointed
Thinks there's been a filing error with God
Looks like it can't be bought
Somewhere in the middle he lost the plot
He's gotten big but he missed his shot
Big shot, a foot in the grave
Six feet down and a couple bouquets
At that funeral no one'll say
He was a big shot
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Hunky Dory
03:28
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Our job's a lot to juggle, the economy's a struggle
So we cuddle through the chilly winter nights
Seems the bank won't take romance in lieu of an advance
And our love doesn't power all the lights
Some people have everything
Born with a silver spoon
But those folks don't have everything
They ain't got you
Our TV gets no channels, and our radio's a brick
And our ice cream melted in the sun and we don't care a lick
Just our luck, the oven's stuck, we burnt the apple pie
But it's always hunky dory, when it's just you and I
The to-dos are getting longer, the pollutions getting stronger
And our bills are in a pile by the door
So we put all our quarters in a jam jar for the laundry
And our dreams at the bottom of a drawer
Some people have a diamond ring
And eyes in a diamond hue
But those folks don't have everything
They don't get to look at you
So the neighbors wear fine linen we wear polyester blend
And the only place our car can drive us is around the bend
Just our luck, that's our last buck, but we don't ever cry
'Cause it's awfully hunky dory, when it's just you and I
But eventually reality sets in like the night
When you need more than a buddy to muddle through this life
And you'll find someone more practical to get ya through the grey
And you'll hold on to the memories, until they fade away
And we didn't have forever, but we had today
And for the price… that's awfully nice
So call it too pragmatic, call it conscience, call it greed
Both of us had nothing, but had everything we need
Just our luck, the clock just struck, looks like we're outta time
It was awfully hunky dory, when it was you and I
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Anticipation
Better than the real thing
I prefer waiting
Like give me the pitch but not the swing
Don't give me a present
Tell me you got a me a present that's arriving soon
Two day shipping
Is the death of something to look forward to
And you might be better in my head then you could ever be
And that's not fair to you, but it's fun for me
And it might be wrong to project a life that you and I could lead
When my life isn't great, I anticipate
Pure idolation
He can do no wrong
'Cause he's not a person
He's just the rhythm in my song
Don't give me a real boy
All they do is eat and speak and dream
And ask you for things
And put you on strings
And you might be better in my head then you could ever be
And that's not fair to you, but it's fun for me
And it might be wrong to project a life that you and I could lead
When my life isn't great, I anticipate
And you might be better in my head then you could ever be
And that's not fair to you, but it's fun for me
And it might be wrong to project a life that you and I could lead
When my life isn't great, I anticipate
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Los Angeles
03:22
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I packed a bag at just eighteen
My eyes alive with hopes and dreams
Of music and the silver screen
To the prettiest, wittiest, shittiest town I've ever seen
Los Angeles you bright and beautiful town
Where the dog-walkers want to be famous and the mayors a clown
Where it takes twenty minutes for folks to say "where are they now"
Still the magic is hard to resist...
Of Los Angeles, where the weather is fine
But you won't feel the heat or the sweetness on sunset and vine
Where careers start when you're born, and end at twenty-nine
Still the magic is hard to resist
Every day you spend in LA at least the sun's going to shine
Even the broke have the beach and a smoke, so you're having a pretty good time
Los Angeles, meet a friend hit the bar
You can hike to the moon you can step on the stars
You can live half your life sitting at a red light in your car
Still the magic is hard to resist
Los Angeles, make it big when you break
Where the people are plastic and the burgers are fake
And everyone's dreaming all day even though they're awake
Still the magic is hard to resist
Schemers, and beamers, and pre-teen streamers, and studios on every side
Fast cars, and porn stars, and Hollywood boulevard
And accidents and managers and cameras and cannabis
Los Angeles, oh you're so fine
Full of people who worry that somehow they're falling behind
Every day is the same, and everyone's out of their mind
Still the magic is hard to resist
For the folks who are lost or adrift
Maybe here we can prove we exist
Los Angeles
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The cut of my hair, the size of the ring
The dress you should wear, or the dish we should bring
You and I can fight about any old thing, going round and around and around
Plenty of men would lean in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna hear
But you're never afraid of being too cavalier
Going round and around and round
See every piece of heaven needs a touch of hell
So we put on our gloves as they start ringing the bell
Sparks fly, long fights
But fighting with my baby is a thing that I like
It keeps me up how you pin me down
Let's go another round
I gotta respect how you take a swing
I try not to deflect when we step in the ring
The birds and the bees still have beaks and a sting
We go around and around and around
Some people say "every boy, every girl,
Should bend every opinion til their edges are swirled,"
But a little disagreement is what helps the whole world
To go round and around and around
A crush can get by on lust and hopes
But the real thing can take a couple rounds on the ropes
Sparks fly, long fights
But fighting with my baby is a thing that I like
It keeps me up how you pin me down
Let's go another round
And when the fights over, we'll lie in our bed
And nurse all of the bruises from the things that we said
It was worth it just to learn what's going on in your head
Going round and around and around
I wanna know your feelings, you don't have to hide
I know that you'll still love me on the other side
We both know it's normal when two people collide
To go 'round, and around, and around, and around, and around
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Love Takes Time
04:00
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A couple hundreds coffees, a thousand sips of wine
It takes more than some roses, for roots to intertwine
To open up the doors to your interior design
Sneaking in the baggage, that we couldn't leave behind
When I meet somebody I sometimes wish that I
Could hold their whole life in my hands
We wouldn't have to share every breakup and goodbye
We'd already understand, and...
You can't skip the small talk phase
Intimacy takes a couple hundred days
You can't speed-read a person's mind
Sex is a blast but the feelings don't last
Love takes time
Now you can make connections for a moment at the bar
And you can make a friend for twenty minutes in the car
But one day your hourglass will lose most of it's sand
And love might be the only thing you can't have on demand
When I meet somebody
I sometimes wish that I
Could download their point of view
But isn't that the point of this whole sentimental life
To listen and be listened to?
You can't skip the small talk phase
Intimacy takes a couple hundred days
You can't speed-read a person's mind
Sex is a blast but the feelings don't last
Love takes time
And love, it's hard to start again
The same old stories, the same old lines
But love, there's nothing else to do
Think what you'll find, if you take the time
You can't skip the small talk phase
Intimacy takes a couple hundred days
You can't speed-read a person's mind
Sex is a blast but the feelings don't last
Love takes, love takes, love takes time
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8. |
Autumn
05:39
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Autumn
How I missed you baby
Hiding in the oak tree
When everything was green
Autumn
Sunset's coming early
We walk back with no hurry
Crunching all the leaves
We watch it fade away
To nothing
We watch it fade away
To blue
Wake up now, the whole world is a cherry
Don't fall asleep, there's so much left to see
It's easy to forget it's temporary
Autumn, thanks for reminding me
Autumn
In your arms of wool and denim
Could you trap me the resin
And never let me leave
Autumn
Someday in our faces
Will only be the traces
Of who we used to be
They'll watch us fade away
To nothing
They'll watch us fade away
To blue
Wake up now, the whole world is a cherry
Don't fall asleep, there's so much left to see
It's easy to forget it's temporary
Autumn, thanks for reminding me
Autumn
Now that I'm much older
I still lean against your shoulder
You listen through the tears
Autumn
I know you must be going
I guess that there's no knowing
If I'll see you next year
I watch you fade away
To nothing
You'll watch me fade away
To blue
Wake up now, the whole world is a cherry
Don't fall asleep, there's so much left to see
It's easy to forget it's temporary
Autumn, thanks for reminding me
You say "It feels good to age
And to step off of the stage
It's a sting from a honeybee"
You say "Once you leave the tree
You'll float right down here to me
In a pile of infinity"
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