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Writers Block Party
02:23
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Here I stand spitting similes like fire
This king of bile fancies himself a master of style
And the girls will swoon but they always do
This game is no fun if you know the rules too well
So I've stopped trying
'Cause soon we'll be dying
Let's drink and not think too much now
What comes down must go up again somehow
And in time we will all succumb to gravity
It's the attraction of things bigger than you
All I am are the letters on these pages
All I am are pixels on your screen
And all I speak is pretentious bathetic
But still you've chosen to listen to me
So I'll keep trying
While the notes are dying
Let's drink and not think too much now
What comes around must go around again somehow
Here I stand spitting similes like fire
Ripping pages from the poets you admire
For nothing beside remains 'round the decay
Of the fleeting, barren, unforgiving
Pointless lives we love to live anyway
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Sing Of Grace
03:29
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Just Like the B-movies
05:06
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Let me be the young Siberian boy
Or the absence of clever ploys
And twists
And wistful pans and tilts
Let the dialogue be muffled
As we carry our duffels
Around town
While the sound guy's boom mike wilts into the shot
And then you could be the maxed-out credit cards
Or the sadistic prison guard
Or the stretcher rolling into the emergency ward
Let us overact
Let us speak abstractly straight into the lens
And let us all wear black
And let us simply lack an inkling of talent
Let the grain show
On the grey snow
It'll be just like the movies
The b-movies
Let's be on Sunday afternoon
On that channel you can never find
I think it's 39 on my TV
Let's drag on for a hundred and twenty-eight minutes
And still wish for it to never finish
Let's strike a meaningful pose
All clumsy and underexposed
And then you could be robot that can speak
Or the identity the protagonist seeks
Or the blatant disregard for technique
Let's be out of sync
Let us all be French
And get one final chance before the cops show up
And let's have epiphanies
In the pivotal scene where there's a thunderstorm
Let's fall out
But overcome our doubts
Let's be shot on DV
And go straight to TV
Let's attain our goals
Right before the credits roll
And let the music swell
Over the wedding bells
But let the grain show
On the grey snow
It'll be just like the movies
The b-movies
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A Sincere Ballroom Song
04:26
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Get Out of My Songs
04:43
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Requiem for the Living
04:20
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Scrap Heap Songs
02:32
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Safe and Still Sorry
02:54
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