1. |
American Noise
04:03
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give me fear, give me joy
give me a room filled with American noise
give me girls dancing in cars
give me underage boys getting thrown out of bars
I don't care what they say has been written
I know there's something that somebody's missing
give me a chance to make you forget
the sounds that you know or you don't know well yet
some say it's old, some say destroyed
but I still need this American noise
give it a rest, I know it's passé
if you know the end, then don't give it away
I know that now the danger has faded
I know it's cool to look like you’re jaded
I don't care what eras I’ve missed
just give me a chance to put my name on the list
I missed the days when
jeans and Ray Bans
made it seem so sleazy
but sweet black smoke
and dirty jokes
all make it go down easy
give me guitars that snarl and roar
I'll listen until I can't hear anymore
give me the moment the volume hits you
getting lost in a movement that fits you
give me my friends, the roles you can't teach
to make it worthwhile and keep it in reach
give me the stage, the unlearnable poise
give me the strength to make American noise
I missed the days when
jeans and Ray Bans
made it seem so sleazy
but sweet black smoke
and dirty jokes
all make it go down easy
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2. |
Sarah, Hold Me Down
03:33
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I'm so loose that my insides
are doused and probably sterilized
I threw up outside the front door
I crawled inside to sleep on the floor
somebody came to clean me off
but you, I never would've thought
that you would be the voice of reason
this fall's just a strange and terrible season
hold me down, hold me down
I’m going crazy
and I don’t need these thoughts that I’m following
hold me down, hold me down
isn’t it amazing
that I’m not taking sides?
what I drink they sell by the barrel
I don’t know what I am but it sure ain't careful
why should we think if our thoughts are a pain?
so let’s toast our regrets 'til they’re all that remain
and if all this does is lower the stakes
then at least it’s not one of my wilder mistakes
'cause I’ve been accused of not biting my tongue
but I promise you, sweetheart, I’m swallowing blood
hold me down, hold me down
I’m going crazy
and I don’t need these thoughts that I’m following
hold me down, hold me down
isn’t it amazing
that I’m not taking sides?
if you let me off my leash
I’ll probably just go crashing around
so Sarah, hold me down
hold me down, hold me down
I’m going crazy
and I don’t need these thoughts that I’m following
hold me down, hold me down
isn’t it amazing
that I’m not taking sides?
hold me down, hold me down
I’m going crazy
and I don’t need these thoughts that I’m following
hold me down, hold me down
isn’t it amazing
that I’m not taking sides?
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3. |
Torch Song
05:01
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there's a fire on the edge of town
smoke is rolling all across my lawn
I’m not there anymore
first I saw the glow, then I was gone
(this time
this fire
has passed me by
but in line
by your spires
would you let me inside?)
you know I've never aimed to please you
and it's 'cause I always seem to miss
I sleep with angels
but I wake up on the devil's list
this time
this fire
has passed me by
but in line
by your spires
would you let me inside?
I locked you out a while ago
they say you can't go home again
but if everything goes up in flames
would we let each other in?
it's all something I don't understand
and I think that I may never
I'm afraid of nothing
'cause nothing lasts forever
this time
this fire
has passed me by
but in line
by your spires
would you let me inside?
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4. |
Mercy
04:42
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this is the place
where things get lost
without a trace
without a cause
I'm saving grace
at any cost
I love the way
you laugh it off
I'm wide awake
I see how far
I am a wake
I'm a funeral car
the chosen make
their lucky stars
that they can thank
when skies go dark
here they come
the worst shotgun sins
that I have ever seen
I don't believe
this is the best
we can receive
we are so blessed
who starts to grieve?
who pounds their chest?
I turn to leave
you do the rest
here they come
the worst shotgun sins
that I have ever seen
and here He comes
with pitch-black satin skin
that I have never seen
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5. |
Faith (Kicking Gravity)
04:32
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I believe
this sound will rise again
I believe
sometimes the damn thing hides
and it's a grim state of affairs
nobody really seems to care
but now there's a moment of beauty
humming over the telephone lines
coat a man in feathers
and he'd fly just as soon as he'd walk down the street
cut the ropes and tethers
like he fought side to side soon he'll kick gravity
and he'll take the measure
of each sound or picture that he happens to meet
all these things I believe
here we see
an audience spread thin
I believe
that makes it worldwide
someone in every town
makes a global underground
waiting in the corners of states and
looking for something to catch their eyes
coat a man in feathers
and he'd fly just as soon as he'd walk down the street
cut the ropes and tethers
like he fought side to side soon he'll kick gravity
and he'll take the measure
of each sound or picture that he happens to meet
all these things I believe
we've got fire in our lungs
we write smoke signals with the tips of our tongues
someone will see them someday
oh, you gotta have faith
coat a man in feathers
and he'd fly just as soon as he'd walk down the street
cut the ropes and tethers
like he fought side to side soon he'll kick gravity
and he'll take the measure
of each sound or picture that he happens to meet
all these things I believe
all these things I believe
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