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No. I Don't Think So.
04:37
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Everyday feels like the start of something new
Everyday that I’m married to you
In all of these memories we’re making the most of it
Is this our history or just how I remember it
It’s hard to tell if I’m still in love with you
It’s hard to tell if you’ve been fair
Our friends have all but given up on us
It’s nice to know someone still cares
No. I don’t think so.
I cannot believe your ego
And your willingness to look me in the eye
How could you be so callous and cold
I was so surprised
By your lack of candor and clarity
Everyday feels like the start of something new
Everyday I wake up without you
And all of these memories we made for whose benefit?
I’ll save you the trouble cause I am already over it
I cannot help but wonder what you saw
In me all those years ago
Our friends have all but said they could
“Always kind of tell”
And I am just the last to know
No. I don’t think so.
I will not placate your ego
When your bottom line is changing every day
How could you be so measured and cold
You just let us bottom out
And I’m still falling for it
You went on a charm offensive
And told me not to be so damn defensive
No. I don’t think so.
I will not concede your ego
When your bottom line is changing every day
How could you be so callous and cold
You just let us bottom out
And I’m still falling for it
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2. |
Headcanon in G Minor
04:26
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I’ve got a better idea
One that I think you’re gonna like
It’s possible I made it up too fast
But you went up for auction
I’m running out of options
There was no warning at all
I admit I was more than you had bargained for
And I tried showing up per your instructions
I followed them to the letter
But it wasn’t any better
Than I ever could have hoped for or expected
Did I miss another episode again?
Have you been watching on your own?
If so, how far?
Are you inclined to bring me up to speed?
Or do you need to move the narrative along?
I’ve got a better idea
One that I think you’re gonna like
It’s possible I made it up too fast
But you went up for auction
I’m running out of options
There was no warning at all
Did I miss something of note along the way?
Have you been slowly checking out?
If so, how long?
There is canon in your head
That you take with you to bed
Keep a secret, shut me out, l can wait
I admit I admire your commitment
To an astonishing renewal of old vows
You made it clear in your letter
You remember you were better off
And it occured to me I’ve seen this one before
I’ve got a better idea
One that I think you’re gonna like
I understand it’s possible the choices that we made
Turned me into a tale of caution
Exhausting every option
There was no warning at all
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3. |
Transporter Room 3
04:21
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My name is Sean Aloysius O’Brien
And I led the Pennsylvania coal miners
In the Anthracite Strike of 1902
And I made my bed in the Allegheny River
I died more than a hero
I was a union man
They said they won’t meet our demands
Cause they have God on their side
But we don’t consent to work
For meager pay for 10 long hours a day
We shouldn’t have to live this way
I often reflect on simpler times
When my labor was my own
And if you need me
You know where to find me
At the bottom of the mighty Allegheny
My name is Miles Edward O’Brien
But everybody calls me “Chief”
From day to day I may perform
What some call miracles
But I’m just an engineer
There was a time before the war
Before I knew what I know now
Before the bombs rained on Cardassia
Before my conscience brought me here
I often reflect on simpler times
When I was alone
And if you need me
You know where to find me
Transporter Room 3
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4. |
Missing the Metaphor
03:32
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I wake and get to work on time
Hoping to pay my bills and keep my dog alive
I lay on the floor
Of a cold and empty corridor
I bathe in the fluorescence
And fade into the light
Do you ever wonder why
You traded our fundamental right to barely survive?
Is it because an ecclesiastical evermore
Expects you to tithe until the day you die?
Holding the line and missing the metaphor
Quietly crying in the back room of the store
Holding a candle for your 9 to 5
It’s your time to resign
I wake and day breaks from a screen
What’s one more subscription
A modest price for dopamine
I move through the door
And walk beyond the sycamores
The calm, warm resolve
Of fading from the shore
Holding the line and missing the metaphor
Constantly scrolling from behind a bathroom door
Holding a candle and it’s by design
Means it’s time to decide
If you’re honest and losing your mind
Maybe you don’t yet know
How to leave it all behind (so you keep)
Holding a candle for your 9 to 5
Until it’s time to resign
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Whenever life gets you down, Mrs.Brown
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
And you feel that you've had quite enough
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide
We're thirty thousand light years from Galactic Central Point
We go 'round every two hundred million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go at the speed of light, you know
Twelve million miles a minute, that's the fastest speed there is
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth?
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
'Cause it's bugger all down here on Earth
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