1. |
Hard Work
03:21
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V1
I caught your teardrops with my shoulder when you cried
I called in sick so I could comfort you all night
Now you've got cold feet, well just let me break the ice
I did your laundry and I folded it real nice
So, baby, why?
CH
(I put in the hard work)
Now I’m defeated, face down in the dirt
(I put in the hard work)
And I can’t seem to climb out of this hurt
(I put in the hard work)
If it’s true that you get what you deserve
(I put in the hard work)
Then why?
(I put in the hard work)
V2
I held your hair back when you had too much to drink
I used my bare hands to unclog that bathroom sink
When you got de-pressed and your mind was on the blink
I peeled you off the floor and drove you to a shrink
C’mon, baby, why?
CHORUS
V3
I know it’s painful to become a butterfly
You have to break yourself before your wings can fly
But still I wonder when I look up at the sky
If this ain’t hell then where does love go when it dies?
Cuz baby, I...
CH
(I put in the hard work)
Now I’m defeated, face down in the dirt
(I put in the hard work)
And I can’t seem to climb out of this hurt
(I put in the hard work)
If it’s true that you get what you deserve
(I put in the hard work)
Then, God, what'd I do to deserve this curse?
(I put in the hard work)
Now I’m defeated, face down in the dirt
(I put in the hard work)
And I can’t seem to climb out of this hurt
(I put in the hard work)
I know it's worthless, but for what it's worth
(I put in the hard work)
I put in the hard work
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2. |
Break Up Together
03:27
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CH
We used to make love together
Now we break up together
(Farewell, forever)
We break up together
Such a strange kind of pleasure
Now we break up together
(Oh well, whatever)
We break up together
V1
We used to share everything
Toothpaste, laughter, and the kitchen sink
And nothin could come between
Two young lovers sharing everything
But somehow things have changed
There's no more laughter, no more kitchen sink
And though we can't remain
At least I know that we can share the pain
V2
We used to read fairytales
Flip the pages to the very end
And sing aloud happily
Ever after, we would play pretend
But somehow things have changed
The story's over, at the very end
And though we can't remain
At least I know that we can share the pain
BRIDGE
We'll share the grief
And we'll share the blame
Divvy the guilt
And we'll split the shame
We'll drift apart, but somehow we'll stay
Connected through our suffering
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3. |
Crappy Love Song
03:25
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V1
Two sad people walk down the street
'Where we gonna sit down, where we gonna eat?'
Two sad people don't have much to say
Just 'how are you doin' or 'how was your day?'
CH
No more sad, sad, sappy love songs
About two sad people who can't get along
I want a glad, glad, happy love song
I'd even take a crappy love song
Like this one
V2
Two sad people don't let each other down
You can't get much lower when you're on the ground
Two sad people don't fuss or fight
Just a roll over honey and a turn out the light
BRIDGE
One sad person might cause a fuss
Say something stupid and mess it all up
But two sad people, that's a special thing
They're both blind from the shine of the wedding ring
V3
Too sad people don't need to rush
There’s no need to hurry, nothin to discuss
Two sad people, they can take their sweet time
And just creep on up to that finish line
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4. |
My Heart is Dead
03:15
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V1
I saw the white light comin'
I saw the red rush onto my bed
Over my duvet cover
I woke up on the wrong side of it
PRE 1
Nobody heard the shots
(There’s no witness)
Nobody called the cops
(No one’s business)
Now I've got this hole in the front of of my chest
Somehow, I’m still alive, just my
My heart is dead
CHORUS:
Oooh, my heart is dead, girl
Oooh, It doesn’t beat no more
My heart is dead, girl
My heart is dead
V2
I left my back door open
It must’ve struck while I was asleep
I should’ve seen this comin'
That kind of hit you only get from lovin'
PRE 2:
Nobody took the blame
(no one’s busted)
No one was locked away
(there’s no justice)
Just this gaping hole in the font of my chest
Somehow, I’m still alive, just my
My heart is dead
BRIDGE:
I’m a zombie in disguise
(he’s still breathing’ — how’s he still breathin’?)
I’m a ghost, yeah, I can’t feel no-thin’ inside
POST BRIDGE:
It’s like I died
But, I’m still alive
I’m not upset
No worries,
just...
ALT CHORUS:
Ooh, there's no justice, no...
Oooh, Nobody took the blame
No one was locked away
I just had to let you know
My heart is...
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5. |
Good to be Alone
03:41
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V1
Lookin out my rear view mirror
The miles behind don’t disappear like they used to
When I was with you
However hard I hit the gas
The engine don’t run half as fast as it once did
When we were just kids
PRE
All of the good old days are gone
But this life keeps rollin on
On and on
CH
Yeah, it’s good to be alone
No one to call you on the phone
After a month out on the road
No one to tell you 'welcome home'
No one to scratch you down your back
No one to cut you any slack
You got to scratch it on your own
Yeah it’s good to be alone
V2
The mountain tops don’t stand so high
The open road ain’t quite as wide as it once seemed
When we had the same dream
The evening stars don’t shine so bright
When we don’t make love through the night like we once did
Those lights are faded
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6. |
Lost and Found
03:04
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V1
Maybe I’ll stick out on the pavement
Under your sneakers I’ve been waiting
To catch a whiff of something
Wishing, hoping, praying
Maybe I’ll slip into the back of a limousine
I must have skipped out of the heavens
Cranking my ego to 11
Me and my solo mission
Hittin' and hittin' and missin'
Maybe I'll make it to the back of a magazine
CH
Somebody pick me up off the ground
Take me to the lost and found
Somebody accidentally put me down
Take me to the lost and found
V2
I know it’s drastic but I’m jaded
Mr. Fantastic, yeah I made it
Too many hands are shakin
Thank you, I love it, I hate it
Too many kisses in the back of a limousine
First it was vintage, now it's dated
High definition, now it's faded
This intuition doesn’t feel like it’s makin’ a statement
Without some lipstick and a head full of gasoline
V3
I must have blacked out in the basement
Scratching my television, aching
One sip of Kool-Aid got me drunk on the expectation
And now I'm naked in the back of a magazine
CH
Somebody pick me up off the ground
Take me to the lost and found
Somebody accidentally put me down
Take me to the lost and found
I wanna mingle in the lost and found
Everyone's single in the lost and found
Somebody accidentally put me down
Take me to the lost and found
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7. |
My 1-Bedroom
04:29
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V1
You bring your boots and your yoga pants
I'll bring my copy of The Royal Scam
We can get down to the Steely Dan
In my one bedroom
We'll set the tone with a window plant
Decorative soap and a 'Welcome' mat
We'll split the cost of it all in half
In my one bedroom
Pre
Tell me why
Is it so hard to see the stars align?
When we tangle into knots every time
CH
Look outside your window, it’s getting colder
Living limb by limbo, it’s getting older
Take a chance on my quadruple-leafed clover
It’s about to bloom
I’m going nowhere
I hope you join me soon
I hope you join me soon
In my 1-bedroom
V2
I'll bring some socks, and some underwear
Bagels and lox, and some silverware
We'll play some Risk and some Truth or Dare
In my 1-bedroom
Your father's dough, and his coffee cup
Your mother's robe, and her best of luck
Will keep us warm when the times get tough
In my 1-bedroom
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8. |
As the Romans Do
04:21
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AS THE ROMANS DO
V1
I bought a Tascam reel and a cast iron pan
A flask of Tequila, a fountain pen
A sexy typewriter, from way backwhen
I bid a fond farewell to my best-est friends
I packed my possessions in a U-Haul van
I soared, like a sailor to the promised land
PRE 1
Once I saw the aqueducts and statues
I knew what I had to do….
I'd do…do as the Romans DO
V2
I found a one-bedroom with a bird's eye view
I took the F train to 2nd avenue
Where the bath house was bumpin' the dubstep blues
They're sipping cane sugar sodas and top shelf booze
Mix Ralph Lauren togas with thrift-shop shoes
Meeting 9 to 5 quotas with a-nothin to lose...
PRE 2
They like to see pictures
They like captions
They like songs with lots of 'oohs'
That's how you do...do as the Romans do
BRIDGE
Sing with the sirens
What do they tell you?
Isn't it lovely
When they scream?
VERSE 3
I showed up to the alley with my tin pan
With a middle finger stickin up to the man
But the miners in the alley traded tin pans
For the Silicon Valley and a business plan
So I tattooed my face onto my hand
And unto my own image I built a brand
Now as soon as I have a mill-i-on faceless fans
That's when I'mma start movin' those cheap head bands
PRE 3
They like to see pictures,
They like captions,
They like songs with lots of...
Talk about my social status, add me to your list, I want to...
These days we build empires in much less than one day, oh yes it's true
And you can too
As long as you do...
Do as the Romans do
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9. |
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V1
Love is a beautiful thing
Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
Love is a beautiful thing
Unless it’s you loving another man
Then I can’t stand to see you
Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
If it’s not me, you see, how could love be a thing of beauty
V2
Love is a beautiful thing
Birds are singing songs down from the trees
Love is a beautiful thing
The breeze is blowing, rustling autumn leaves
But if those leaves are rustling underneath somebody else’s feet
Then it’s not me, you se—how could that be a thing of beauty?
BRIDGE
I find comfort in believing
Over time, I’ll come to see, someday
How love could be that way
V3
Love is a beautiful thing
Winter’s rage has blossomed into spring
Love is a beautiful thing
And on your hand I see that there’s a ring
And I would understand, if I had put that ring upon your hand
But it was not me, you see, so how could that be a thing of beauty?
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10. |
Plain Jane Heroin
04:35
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V1
There's a stain upon the couch from where I tried to get you high
There’s a bruise upon my leg again
I thought we were makin’ love, but you were stickin' it in my thigh
Now I can't feel my face again
CH
I'm hooked on the Plain Jane Heroin
I'm hooked on the Plain Jane Heroin
I will never be the same
Without you, Jane
And your heroin
V2
I thought I could dabble with you once or twice a week
Yeah, I was in control of it
But now I'm swaying backwards with no shoes upon my feet
And I can’t keep a hold of it
BRIDGE:
Oh, I tried to mess with Mary just to get Jane off my mind
But all it did was make the pain get worse
Medicate the symptom and you'll never solve the crime
'Till you pick yourself up off the floor
V3
Twenty-eight months sober and the days are all the same
The sun goes up and down again
But when I think about the way she felt inside my veins
I get bags under my eyes again
POST CHORUS
Oh Jane, Oh Jane
I’ll never be the same
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11. |
Pop Song (Bonus Track)
04:19
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I've been staring at the ceiling
Searching for some word that rhymes with how I'm feeling
Someone feed the fishes
Someone clean my car
I can't keep up on the dishes
While I wish upon a star
Someone save my soul
I'm a slave to rock and roll
Please, politicians, preachers, pray,
Give us wisdom, teach us right from wrong
(Oh yeah)
I'm too busy tryin' to write a pop song
I've been chipping at this sculpture
Hoping his gigantic hands will heal pop culture
Someone raise the wages
Someone fight the fight
I've been speakin' with the sages
In the middle of the night
Someone save my soul
I sold it to Billy Joel
("In the middle of the...")
Please, politicians, preachers, pray,
Give us wisdom, teach us right from wrong
(Oh yeah)
I'm too busy tryin' to write a pop song
Please, Mother Nature's on her knees,
Read the paper, see what's going on
(What's goin' on)
I'm too busy tryin' to write a pop song
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Theo Katzman Los Angeles, California
Big Heart.
High Voice.
Strong Song.
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