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Two Four Six Eight
03:20
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With the buildings there, can we still see the sun?
2 4 6 8 6 4 2
If we can't get around, then what do we do?
4 8 12 16 12 8
Who's in charge? Who's running this place?
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We're all out of space; can we make room for more?
We can just do it all ourselves
Loosening watches, tightening belts
1 2 3 4 3 2 1
The streets aren't safe; the cops have guns
2 4 6 8 6 4 2
There's a bad, bad storm that we've got to get through
4 8 12 16 12 8
We need to tell them what we want and communicate
8 12 24 48 24
It's quid pro quo just to get out the door
We can just do it all ourselves
Loosening watches, tightening belts
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There's water all around and it sinks the ships
96 48 24 12
It's looking like we might need some help
It's looking like we might need some help
It's looking like we might need some help
It's looking like we might need some help
Loosening watches, tightening belts
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Somewhere in Alaska, in the snow
Somewhere in Alaska, there's a telephone
Hanging by the wire, it's making feeble noises
Hisses and clicks
There's a booth withstanding the wind
Not a soul for miles
I'm on the other end
I'm on the other end
I'm on the other end
Operator, patch me through
There's someone I need to talk to
Operator, patch me through
There's someone I need to talk to
There's someone I need to talk to
There's someone I need to talk to
Broad facades of towers don't know
But they don't care either
They'll leave you alone
Leaving me to wonder about
How much space I take up
Darting through the crowds
Operator, patch me through
There's someone I need to talk to
Operator, patch me through
Sometimes we can't breathe
'Cause the air gets caught between
Longer names, higher numbers, longer names
With our arms, we turn the cogs
Making clouds, floating north
I want to take them down
Operator, patch me through
There's someone I need to talk to
There's someone I need to talk to
There's someone I need to talk to
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I can't stay mad at you, Friday
I can't say no to you, Friday
I don't want the others, just Friday
I'm always waiting for Friday
Waking up on a Friday
Going home on a Friday
I can't go six more before Friday
Why can't there be more Friday?
Give me an excuse
I need more time to go as fast as I can
To make it go as fast as I can
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
This isn't my kind of Friday
But every second it's Friday
I wish that they were all Friday
I need more time with my Friday
Waking up on a Friday
Going home on a Friday
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
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4. |
All Gone
03:05
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We'll be rich as youngsters
We'll be rich without the numbers
When they're all gone
It won't be long
Save a jar of pennies
Soon there won't be any at all
We will be so careful rounding
We'll be fed, we won't be howling
When they're all gone
It won't be long
Keeping heavy pockets
Keeping heavy pockets for luck
With both hands up, no one interrupts
It's all a bit self-conscious
But if it's got to be so obvious
At least it's not my problem
Oh, we smile and we wave at the cars that don't hit us
While we cross the street to go home for a minute
Oh, we smile and we wave at the cars that don't hit us
While we cross the street to go home for a minute
Oh no, we won't take it back
Oh no, we won't take the work that's thrown at us
I've got something else
I've got something else
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5. |
Election Night
03:48
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Covered with raindrops and coal
We'll get hidden in port cities with colds and be very loud
It'll be terrible out
But we won't want to stay in the house on election night
It's just about the best thing to do
The best thing that you can do
Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait 'til it gets worse
Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait 'til it gets worse
Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait 'til it gets worse
Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait 'til it gets worse
Nobody's got an alarm
Waiting for them and a beep beep beep beep to their name
Nothing wakes them up
They pull out the pins from their knees
Shifting their weight, limb to limb, shin to shin
Trading sloppy eyes
It's just about the best thing to do
The best thing that you can do
Under these conditions
Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait 'til it gets worse
Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait 'til it gets worse
This might be the only chance we get so we should try to lose our minds
On hardwood floors, we'll break our legs, we'll stay up late, because we can
We'll stay up late, we'll break our legs
We'll stay up late, we'll break our legs
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6. |
Emergencies
05:04
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I close my eyes and I push them in
What I see are maps and gridlines
Normal things, normal things, normal things are happening on time
The lock's pulled up, the door ajar
There were fingers in the glovebox
They're trying to clean it up
It may be a longshot, but it's all we've got
Some of those planes seem a little loud
And some too low so I get on the ground
I want to take my money back
The parking meters eat too well in this town
There's construction going on
All of the fucking sidewalks are closed
The water's cloudy, clouds won't move
Information gets around, you don't
It's not just me, I can tell
It's not just me, I can tell
It's not just me, I can tell
It's not just me, I can tell
It can't be
This place is just a body, it's legs and arms
I didn't know I'd make it so very far
And everyone descended with building blocks
They took me all at once and they dressed me up
I'm having all kinds of emergencies
The fog is filling up on a dirty breeze
The sketchy slouching terrors are spreading out
It's nothing but alarms when I look around
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to hear it
I'm bracing for the digging and tunneling
These robbers got the choppers all hovering right in my ear
I don't want to hear it
I never get to wake up to see the sun
A dull fatiguing chill gets to everyone
This time of year
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to hear it
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7. |
Bass Drum
02:08
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The bass drum's too shy, it doesn't want to come out tonight
The bass drum's too shy, it doesn't want to come out tonight
The bass drum's too shy, it doesn't want to come out tonight
The bass drum's too shy, it doesn't want to come out tonight
It stays in at home, without picking up the phone
It closes the doors, it does all the usual chores
The bass drum feels old, it doesn't have a place to go
The bass drum feels old, no no no place to go
It looks at its watch, it's too late to take a walk
It's raining in sheets, the days just go pause and repeat
The bass drum needs help, it can't move all by itself
The bass drum needs help, it can't move all by itself
It's sick of the trees, it pines for industry
Congestion and crowds, adventures and city sounds
The bass drum needs help, the bass drum needs help
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What's it like to be in charge?
Just don't crash the boss's car
Oh my heavens, oh my stars
Just don't crash the boss's car
We'll go further, we'll get far
Just don't crash the boss's car
We're a great team, yes we are
Just don't crash the boss's car
There can't be accidents
If you write it down first
And repeat it ad verbatim
'Til it happens, happens, it happens
What's it like to be in charge?
Just don't crash the boss's car
Oh my heavens, oh my stars
Just don't crash the boss's car
We'll go further, we'll get far
Just don't crash the boss's car
We're a great team, yes we are
Just don't crash the boss's car
There can't be accidents
If you keep your head up
Keep your head up
Keep your head up
Smoke runs off the tops of buildings
Rolling off the tips of fingers
Smoke in columns, supervillains
Smoke will turn this all to cinders
Smiling, awful vats are spilling
By the plateful, what's for dinner?
Smiling dozens, hundreds, millions
Smiling if you are not injured
You don't want to be in the driver's seat
You don't want to feel that steering wheel
You don't want to be this company's achilles heel
You don't want to be in the driver's seat
You don't want to feel that steering wheel
You don't want to be this company's achilles heel
Just don't crash, uh-uh
Just don't crash, uh-uh
Just don't crash, just don't crash
Just don't crash, uh-uh
Just don't crash, uh-uh
Just don't crash, just don't crash
What's it like to be in charge?
Rue my heavens, curse my stars
We'll go far
Just don't crash the boss's car
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9. |
25 mph
03:58
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25 miles per hour doesn't seem very fast
25 miles per hour, 25 miles per hour
When you're coming off the freeways
When you have a time and you have a place
When you have something to chase
We could all be devoured in the jaws of life so fast
We could all be devoured, we could all be devoured
When your eyes move to the rearviews
With the lights in your back that you try to lose
All the burning reds and blues
And all the coffee being had took over the air
With a deep, sick breath out
It's not a day until she says it is and she's not there yet
To be fair, it's getting late
And everybody with their mugs looked rather peculiar
Drooping down to the floor, awake
It's not a day until she says it is and she's not there yet
To be fair, it's getting late
It's not a day until she says it is and she's not there yet
To be fair, it's getting late
It's getting late, it's getting late
Honestly, it's getting late
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10. |
Recognize
02:49
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Shooting through tubes like irregular cubes
We always stand at angles, waiting to be taken somewhere
All of the faith is going to waste on taller, taller places
And the vertigo that has to go with that
Making canyons out of concrete
The books are the buildings, the books are the buildings
The library's overwhelming
You really have to focus not to freeze
So many more on top of so many more until one doesn't matter as much
Or seem like it could make a difference
I'll think but I won't do the talking
I see something
I see something
I see something I recognize and it brings me back
I quietly stare and I look very carefully for any break in the pattern
Or anything that might be hiding
The breeze rolling off the bay is blowing up my sleeve
I see something
I see something
I see something I recognize
I see something
I see something
I see something I recognize and it brings me back
It brings me back
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11. |
A Lot Of Problems
03:39
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It's getting too clever but all of this weather still keeps us indoors and in sweaters
Putting on extra pounds, too many sounds and my head's in the data clouds
Whatever it takes and whatever will save a trip
Now I don't hesitate, now I'm too quick to hit birds with stones
I got a bite out of something that's waiting for me back at home
But there's still money in my teeth
I got a lot of problems I don't know how to solve
And I don't know how to solve my problems
I got a lot of problems I don't know how to solve
And I don't know how to solve my problems
I got a lot of problems I don't know how to solve
And I don't know how to solve my problems
December, December, we'll get there whenever we can
December, we should get together, it sounds like a plan
December, December, right to the bus shelter I ran
December, we're so close together
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12. |
Heart Your Heart
03:11
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My heart thanks your heart every day
For being, for beating away
Every day
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