1. |
Revolver
04:31
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starting off with a slow dance, the room sways with rented lights
divide the potential dancers to their own sides of the room
another friday night in view
after the set up is over and I look down on you
what you fail to understand…is every chord is due
for upsetting you
a politely-spoken no, delivered just so
sets off this signature waltz
timing deprived, he steps outside
leave it to me to throw off your guard
with this much practice it shouldn’t be hard
it’s clear I haven’t let you down as he spins you around
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2. |
I Think The Answer's No
04:09
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it seems you always want to hear you’re right
when it comes down to it, I guess I really don’t know
I’m empty when the compassion collector comes
because I’ve been bled by your machine
when will my streak of bad answers stop?
you think that I preplan all possible responses
just so I can piss you off…I think the answer’s no
this house seems empty without your voice
cutting through the bathroom door, screaming at me
broken mirrors and windows, record sleeves cut up on the floor
everything seems more fucked up than before
did you think that this is what I expected from you?
going through my mail and sleeping with my friends?
I think the answer’s no
self-help books and telephone cables
won’t solve problems that I enable
wondering why you were even here
and if I ever really even cared…I think the answer’s no
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3. |
Sink Or Swim
05:20
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the doctor said there is no prescription
to make me feel like my old self
so it’s up to me to drown in
a generous toast to my own health
and if I can’t depend on science to pull me through
the desperate frame of mind I’m in
then I guess it’s time for another round
after all it’s sink or swim
looking down from the edge makes me feel so small
and I wish that I could place myself in this navy blue sky
with a good, strong wind to carry me through
to where only memories die
these are just daydreams and they do not exist
and every day I let it build’s another day I insist
that all the things I fear will somehow disappear
and they will sink and I will swim away
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4. |
Feedback
02:22
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being strung along a tightrope
keep your balance before you fall
you feel the cold wind of indifference
blow you down to a crawl
you’ve given in to giving in
set back to where you began
starting to see things different, so much differently
all I never got in return was all I really wanted
you’ve given in to giving in
set back to where you began
all I never got in return was all I really wanted
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5. |
Forcing My Hand
05:14
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“fuck him”, you said, “this is the last time”
“I don’t need this shit, I can get along fine”
he doesn’t know, he’s missing out
you’re the one thing, he doesn’t seem to care about
going down, you’re deep in the shit now
don’t come around, you’re throwing it away
you think this time things will be different
“I have him right where I want him.”-wrong
“how could I be so stupid?”
there is no last straw
seven years is a long time for you to come clean
and I’m still waiting, I’m still waiting
what a waste, I’m wasting my time
going down, you’re deep in the shit now
don’t come around, you’re throwing it away
you’re forcing my hand, down your throat
you’re forcing my hand, pushing you away
don’t you even listen to a word that I say?
isn’t it obvious?
it is obvious
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6. |
You Never Knew This Kid
02:40
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are you getting the same impression?
I left by way of confession
that I’d rather be empty than a mixed-bag full of shit I don’t understand
when we were kids, did you ever regret the things we did?
that put us into the position, our situation is in
I never wanted us to have to be this way
I never even tried to wish you away
can you see my head spinning?
I can feel you think I am winning,
but I can’t say that I feel anything at all
this is the way it works now
everyone says they know now, but what do they know?
I never told how I felt to anyone before
I never wanted us to have to be this way
I never even tried to wish you away
you may have taken this the wrong way,
but every guilty conscience will have its say
and play their little tricks to keep you on your guard
the quills have come to life now,
anxious to disapprove how I fucked up things,
so long before, that still make me smile
I never wanted us to have to be this way
I never even tried to wish you away
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7. |
Baby Fingers
06:42
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I was given finger stains to wear around my neck
the shine has almost worn away
one more time, I’ll let you stay
I can see what’s missing held between baby fingers
through the thin air, the stench of success lingers
hope arrives and dissipates without warning
opening the window for the fear of morning
I see what hovers at the end of the tunnel
the whispers whisper to what the funnels funnel
show what surely comes and give me the flow
to rub into this thick, milky skin
the window’s open and the wind is cold
you didn’t listen to advice you’d been told
breathe this life into my head
and then just leave me alone
I can see what’s missing held between baby fingers
through the thin air, the stench of success lingers
the window’s open and the wind is cold
you didn’t listen to advice you’d been told
breathe this life into my head
and then just leave me alone
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fifteen feet and twenty degrees
from the years ago place you left me
standing with a letter, overlooking the pier
watching your mirage disappear
shaking my head and waving my hands
two empty lawn chairs on the desert sand
postcards, pictures, unattended invitations
misconstrued notions, with false implications
this photographer knew this was the last
empty promise his camera would flash
from the years ago place you left me
fifteen feet and twenty degrees
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9. |
Spotlight
10:17
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will I see you there?
at the show tonight,
beneath the dim bar lights
one phone call could put you there
in the front row with your thousand yard stare
no one understands this song quite the way you do,
but you never seem to be there
nobody’s home, can you hear me at all?
the character in this song does not exist
how could I tell you?
I couldn’t, I could not resist
I guess it doesn’t really matter if you never show
since you’re not real, how do I know
that you’re not here, every night,
several feet from the same spotlight?
nobody’s home, can you hear me at all?
the character in this song does not exist
how could I tell you?
you know I couldn’t, I could not resist
at every place we play I wish
I could give the doorman your name on a list
just in case you were to show
and I saw your face, and then I’d know
once and for all, that I was right,
because there you’d be, sharing the same spotlight
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10. |
Winner Takes All
03:34
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I tried so hard to lead the chase
crossed the finish line, blue ribbon, first place
the decision was final, mine to make
hope I’ve made my last mistake
empty kitchen, orange fingers drop cigarettes to the floor
erase the face of the last one ever let through that door
burning pictures, hair in the drain
not the type to file complaints
first assistant to the management of the personnel
fastening your restraints
empty bleachers, the lights go down as cheerleaders disperse
the winner stands alone, so how come I don’t feel worse?
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Why Make Clocks Des Moines, Iowa
Founded by Dan Hutchison & Brian Wiksell in 1998, WMC began as a catch-all project to record/release songs without being restricted to a specific genre. Over time the band has released 3 full length albums and various EPs and continues to write, record and release music as a trio, featuring various non-permanent guest musicians. ... more
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