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PWYC
02:42
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You come to the door with your bleeding case of memories
There's room at the back for someone just like you
In the Cartesian theatre where everything is subjective -
Blame yourself for the obstructed view
We're all of a mind when it comes to good and evil
Except for the part where we define which is which
Tonight we're on the lookout for the villain - if you spot him
The heroine requests you hit the kill switch
(chorus)
There once was a man
Because of the voice
Who went to the sea
It took him away
He started change
And when he came back
They called him insane
You pay what you can
In the costume drama that I've scripted for your pleasure
I play my own understudy waiting for the day
When I can take my place behind the curtain in the darkness
And offer myself up to your gaze
You got your armchair lovers, your wheelchair intellectuals
Shouting me down up in the gods; they say I'm debased
Cue the sheet metal thunder, the tympani of my blood, though
The life that I've been leading is something less than chaste
(chorus)
Act 3. A decade hence. Interior by night.
A photo of the ruins of the theatre of my lust.
I would pay any price to see you on any stage
Be it in the round, proscenium, or thrust
And when the show is over and you file into the night
You mumble to the woman beside you: wasn't that a sight
You pay what you can
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Thinking Aloud
02:49
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I was thinking aloud when I said that I loved you
Sounding out my feelings in so many words
Charting a course in imaginary waters
Not that I don't mean it, but I wish you hadn't heard
We were cruising along... I apologize
If when I named the destination I spoiled the surprise
Clock keeps ticking away racing my heart
I've been counting the days that we've been apart
How many times have I caved in to doubt
Sell myself short - count myself out
Some nights I stay home
Say that I'm tired
Admit to my weakness. Admit to my sins.
Admit to my fears when the loving begins.
Admit to my vanity. Admit to my pride.
But there's one thing I'll keep inside
Were you thinking aloud when you said you didn't love me
Testing the words to find out if they're true
Messing around with a look-ahead function
Maybe you can press undo...
I've got folders like that too
With revisions of me and visions of you
Clock keeps ticking away racing my heart
I'm counting the days til we'll be apart
How many times have I been saved by doubt
Let go of something I'm better without
Some nights I stay home
Say that I'm tired
Admit to my weakness. Admit to my sins.
Admit to my fears when the loving begins.
Admit to my vanity. Admit to my pride.
But there's one thing I'll keep inside
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Pieces of Eight
03:10
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Dancing in the moonlight on the beach by the pier
Waves like white ribbons, the sea black as your hair
You said that a galleon broke up on the shoals
Spilt out its silver, the sailors their souls
I'll see you in hell before I waste another day
Sifting for memories through the silt and the clay
(chorus)
Then I'll remember another bit
Like the footnotes you put in your thesis
And I try but I can't seem to make it fit
But it's all coming back now in pieces
Like pieces of eight
Lying on the beach with the sky overhead
Stars trace their circles, the meteors their vectors
You said, It's a cloud we pierce every summer
Stars only fall when we sail through their sector
I'll see you in hell before I waste another day
Crossing the sand with my metal detector...
(chorus)
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