Cedar​-​By​-​The​-​Sea

by The Torn ACLs

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released 01 February 2009

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Track Name: Reputation
I swear I'm good for it
-Why don't you pay me back?
The check is in the mail
-I'm gonna break your legs
Please, just one more week
-I'm running the juice and you've got 72 hours

I'm afraid there's been a problem
-Where's the money?
Well I'm very sorry, but I still don't have it
-Yes, but we had a deal
You're not going to hurt me, are you?

I've got a reputation
I've got a reputation
Track Name: The Audacity
I'm running out of tokens for so many slot machine faces
Hands like helicopters, crazy how easy it is to revolve and revolve and shake and spin

If the nervousness doesn't get you, I just don't know what will
If the nervousness doesn't get you

There's only one way to get to you
I'm not interested in finding out
There's only one way to get away
I won't be the last one

A lottery of exit strategies
It's you or me and we don't know each other
It's you or me and you're already savvy
Damn you
How dare you
Track Name: Brother Twelve
Cedar-by-the-sea was supposed to be some kind of starting point
And then the kids in the colony, yet to be born, would rebuild
Everyone would stay occupied with work, fortifying Cedar-by-the-sea
Cedar-by-the-sea

It started in his head and it started on a typewriter in the 1920s
It started in his head and it started on a typewriter in the 1920s

He wrote detailed accounts of numinous encounters
He warned of impending changes
With passionate insight, his eloquence enticed the wealthy and educated
He pulled out their pockets and pushed off with the contents, en route to Vancouver Island
Vancouver Island

Construction underway, teachings were exchanged for unflagging dedication
Promises were made and the bankroll inflated
Their loyalty was absolute

It started in his head, it started in his head
It started in his head, it started in his head

He spent a year sailing
When he came back, he was different
His ship went off-course, and he nearly perished

He needed space so he bought three more islands
but his followers grew uncertain that they could trust his judgment
They started asking questions
He'd work them to exhaustion to quash it and break their free will

His second mistress would beat and abuse them
and when the money dried up, they were ostracized
He left them destitute, so they sought damages
and when the cops were closing in
he and the Madame fled with the gold to Europe

The foundation was dead and they had no lives left

They were ruined, they were ruined
They were ruined, they were ruined
Track Name: Obsessively, Compulsively
I put all my books down and dropped my briefcase to free up my hands
My driver's license has long expired, and I gave all my money away

You're in a cage, my love
I feed you through the bars, obsessively, compulsively
There is no compromise
I don't need anything else, I don't
I don't need anything else, I don't

After eschewing all other pursuits, I don't think I've missed much
If I have, I don't care

I couldn't have gotten away anyway
I couldn't have gotten away anyway
I couldn't have gotten away

You're in a cage, my love
I feed you through the bars, obsessively, compulsively
There is no compromise
I don't need anything else, I don't
I don't need anything else, I don't