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When The Nightmare Ends
03:31
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I wish I had a tape recorder in my head.
I wouldn't have to remember a word you said.
No worry 'bout the signal that the silence sends,
This is how it looks when the nightmare ends.
A twisted ankle and a lazy eye,
The fundamental laws will no more apply.
Stones that bounce and steel that bends,
This is how it looks when the nightmare ends.
Stimulated organs in a deep abyss,
Simulated weekends in Los Angeles,
No more ammunition and no more amends,
This is how it looks when the nightmare ends.
Women will resist the urge to look away.
My neon jumpsuit will look dull and gray.
A "fuck you" from a stranger will no more offend.
This is how it looks when the nightmare ends.
People overestimate their power to heal.
Someone stole the dice as you were watching the wheel.
Turn up the volume as the vortex spins.
This is how it looks when the nightmare ends.
'Don't care if it's unlawful to remove the boot.
If the mold is on the stem you gotta target the root.
You'll not repay a penny that the devil lends.'
This is how it looks when the nightmare ends.
This is how it looks when the nightmare ends...
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2. |
Nothing Changes
02:19
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A chemical odor is stuck in your nose.
It frightens you more than anyone knows.
You open a window and put on new clothes,
But nothing changes.
You should have thought better of saving the runt.
You wanna give more than he'll ever want.
And all is not quiet on every front,
And nothing changes.
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes.
Swallow hard and walk away.
I ain't leaving till the first of May.
I hope that you'll regret that day.
And nothing changes.
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes.
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3. |
Scrub Away The Tears
03:36
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Night will fall, no matter what the season.
Don't wait up for a call, and don't expect a reason.
'Tired of forgiveness, both the asking and the granting.
The cover's blown, the game is up,
Convicted of the highest treason.
You have learned your lesson.
You cannot ease the fears.
Let's get down on our hands and knees,
And scrub away the tears.
Standing by the river, the choice is plain to see.
'Could save a drowning man, or just save our energy.
He's flailing in the current, losing brain cells rapidly.
We could turn and walk away, but we won't escape the memory.
You have learned your lesson.
You cannot ease the fears.
Let's get down on our hands and knees,
And scrub away the tears.
The stain's as stubborn as dried blood.
'Could last a hundred years.
I ask you is it worth it.
You just say scrub away the tears.
One dark alley, drunker than I've ever been.
One deep valley, meaner than you've ever been.
It's not exactly saying no; it's not exactly letting go.
It's just one big, black night sky and it's clearer than it's ever been.
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4. |
That Should Be Enough
05:19
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That girl behind the bar, she don't love me.
That guy who likes my song, he don't love me.
That guy behind the mixing board, he don't love me.
That girl pretending to listen, she don't love me.
But my daughters love me,
And the angels love me.
That should be enough.
My parents think they do, but they don't love me.
My estranged wife thinks she does, but she don't love me.
Friends from twenty years ago, they don't love me.
Friends from twenty days ago, they don't love me.
But my daughters love me,
And the angels love me.
That should be enough.
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5. |
Bullets On Your Belt
02:55
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Could drive from Pennsylvania down to New Orleans,
Survive on filtered water and jelly beans.
But my shadow always follows. It finds a spot in every scene.
I'm done with expectations, plans, and hopes, and dreams.
Ain't gonna try too hard to please you.
I ain't gonna dig a well.
Best keep your guns loaded
And bullets on your belt.
Gonna spend the whole damn winter
Waiting for the ice to melt.
Best keep your guns loaded
And bullets on your belt.
You watch the scene unfolding with an unforgiving eye.
You caught 'em with their thumbs stuck in the pie.
It was a favor for a favor, a lie for the other guy.
It really doesn't matter where or when or why.
Ain't gonna try too hard to please you.
I ain't gonna dig a well.
Best keep your guns loaded
And bullets on your belt.
Gonna spend the whole damn winter
Waiting for the ice to melt.
Best keep your guns loaded
And bullets on your belt.
The tension will unwind
With any other kind.
I know that you'll be fine
Without me around to fuck it up.
Ain't gonna try too hard to please you.
I ain't gonna dig a well.
Best keep your guns loaded
And bullets on your belt.
Gonna spend the whole damn winter
Waiting for the ice to melt.
Best keep your guns loaded
And bullets on your belt.
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6. |
Beautiful Again
03:16
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We closed it down eight months ago,
Been counting sheep since then.
The rap-sheet's long as a river is wide,
And I ain't gonna swim.
Definitely not today and probably not tomorrow,
Be careful what you borrow.
Don't tell me where you been.
Beauty always fades,
Sometimes quickly, sometimes oh so slowly.
You bow your head and hope to die.
You damn the earth and curse the sky.
But then you stop, lift up your eye,
Something's beautiful again.
There's nothing more romantic
Than a Frenchman on a moped.
There's one or two things I can do
To keep you out of his bed.
Definitely not today and probably not tomorrow,
Be careful what you borrow.
Don't tell me what he said.
Beauty always fades,
Sometimes quickly, sometimes oh so slowly.
You bow your head and hope to die.
You damn the earth and curse the sky.
But then you stop, lift up your eye,
Something's beautiful again.
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Giant Moose Chicago, Illinois
Giant Moose is Jacob Dancey. Using simple melodies, playful language, and a warm, low-fi sound he chronicles the fears and longings, big and small, of a slightly bent life forever sliding in and out of balance.
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