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What in the World
03:11
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Used to believe there was something for anyone
Wearing a cap and a gown
Kept my nose clean, started working at fifteen
And studied the roads out of town
When I got to the quad there was pot, there was vodka
The party would just go and go
I thought there’d be, like, a key to the library
But it was only for show, I didn’t know
What in the world I was gonna do
What in the hell had I gotten myself into
Got a job in the fall making calls
For the HRC, DNC, Channel Thirteen
No one was home, or the home was foreclosed
Or the funds were in a deep freeze
Friends graduated, I contemplated
Getting back into the race
But even the valedictorian’s worrying
Now that it’s over was it worth the chase, I mean
What in the world am I gonna do
What in the hell have I gotten myself into
Now I punch in at the warehouse
And wait for the train that I lost to return
How to cash in on a passion
I either don’t care or I never learned
Looking through pictures of when things were different
It’s hard to believe I was there
So many dreams disconnected downstream
Now they’re out of my hands
Or they’re up in the air, tell me
What in the world am I gonna do
What in the hell have I gotten myself into
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Home
02:45
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It’s been a year in suburbia
Finally got some sleep and a phobia
of public places
Sprinklers on at the break of dawn
Little rainbows glow on the plastic lawns
It’s at least an acre
Silent speeding electric cars
Pass the RVs on the boulevard
Some roads aren’t made to roam
A dozen leaf blowers breaks my brain
But I’ve got food and water so I can’t complain
Guess I’ll make myself at home
When we left for the wicked west
Were we bored, depressed, or just innocent?
Oh, I can’t remember
From the crowded streets of the old northeast
To the burning pavement of the Valley
We’ve seen a lot together
Thought we’d be on our own by now
But we’re hiding in someone else’s house
We could leave well enough alone
Until we find a place that’s closer to town
Or where there ain’t nothing for miles around
We could make ourselves at home
They want you here, they want you there
All I want is an easy chair
When the sun is setting
Don’t get me wrong, I like to take a trip
When the nights are long and the faucet’s drip
Is unrelenting
Bags are packed, flag unfurled
No looking back, you can see the world
Book a cruise from your telephone
But you don’t have to get on the bus
There’s a little old place with all your stuff
It’s an island of your own
Don’t believe those big airlines
Vacation is such a simple vibe
It’s a state of mind and soul
You can make yourself at home
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Effortless Thing
02:47
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A world of things, roads and maps
Yards and buildings, buttons and straps
Miles and inches, language and clothes
The Hoover Dam, the garden hose
Born helpless, twinkling eyes
Kick and scream, compromise
Nurture nature, go with the grain
Civilization, the mind and the brain
With all of the power we put into harnessing wilderness
We make living an effortless thing for the few and far
So hold on to the railings
We live together, it’s getting hot in here
Soon there’ll be a hotel in the stratosphere
Who’s going to build it? Who’s going to change the sheets?
Who will bring the martinis to the Lunar Suite?
We’ve seen the numbers, there’s more than enough
We get bread and a circus when the going gets tough
So I’m calling my neighbors, it feels good to connect
I’ll take human behavior if there’s nothing else left
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More for Me
02:56
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It finally stopped, the other shoe dropped
The grandfather clock quit counting
They emptied the malls, stormed city hall
Until one day there was no more shouting
They had a good run, though it didn’t seem fun
For those last couple centuries
Some of them tried turning the tide
But most of them cried desperately, “More for me”
I can’t complain, except when it rains
No, I wouldn’t say that I’m jaded
Some creatures can kill, and sometimes they will
But I’ll have my fill when they’re sated
The highways are clear, the coast disappeared
The buildings fell into the sea
If only they got those guys at the top
But since they did not, more for me
No planes in the sky, I’m circling high
And it’s almost time to eat
Don’t mind if I do, because now that they’re through
And out of here too, more for me
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