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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
The shock was fast
Shock, fast The shock was fast Blown cover. Break. Fix. Dead computer. Up to speed and then rewinding Up another grade. I'm testing all circuits to see if they all work I'm throwing on all switches to see which ones don't work The shock was fast Shock, fast The shock was fast Blood sucker. Fat lip. Silver bullet. Now I need a part to hide in. Now I need a play. I'm testing all circuits to see if they all work I'm throwing on all switches to see which ones don't work Wish that I could leave my room tonight The fast attack on my compressor's way too bright. Think I got the threshold on too tight. Just restart and hope that everything will be alright. Mail off the rebate and send it to me. It's running itself out. Feel like a two-fer Let's repair the machine It's wearing itself out. It feels like it could just go on forever. |
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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
Sitting at a bus stop
Trying to take my shoes off But my laces are all knots and you Looking for an answer to an old question So easy I can't explain it And anything I say to you is gonna Come out wrong anyway Made it to the trolley Looking for my transfer Cause the place is full of cops and you... Looking for an answer to an old question So easy I can't explain it And anything I say to you is gonna Come out wrong anyway You take my seat again... Late at the station Feeling all wound up Got to walk several blocks past you. Try to read a t-shirt Thinks that I'm a pervert. Sorry, wasn't getting fresh, but... And anything I say to you is gonna Come out wrong anyway It's there in front of me... Sitting at a bus stop Trying to take my shoes off But my laces are all knots and you Looking for an answer to an old question So easy I can't explain it And anything I say to you is gonna Come out wrong anyway Made it to the trolley Looking for my transfer Cause the place is full of cops and you... Looking for an answer to an old question So easy I can't explain it And anything I say to you is gonna Come out wrong anyway You take my seat again... Here to my house In no seconds Count the footsteps Count the seconds Near my house... |
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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
As I set down these notes on paper,
I'm obsessed by the thought that I might be the last living man on earth. 2X2L calling CQ... 2X2L calling CQ... 2X2L calling CQ... New York Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone? Inside this leaking submarine The hull is closing in The water is above my ankles Now that I still can't get you off of my I don't think that we can pull this one off We shall see, time will tell What is time and why does it Taste like salt water inside of my mouth? Someday I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away. I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away... If the line snaps, There's no air, Will you hold me? If I'm asleep, Will you wake me? If this rises, We hit the waves, Will you dive back down? Someday, I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away. I will sail again, To a distant shore far away. High hope Something's tugging on my leg And there it goes Shallow water Must be on the horizon But still too Far to go Spilling blood so fast I can't keep up much more Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go far away. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. (2X2L calling CQ...) Sorry, Sorry, Can't go far away. (2X2L calling CQ . . .) Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. (2X2L calling CQ . . . New York) Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. (Isn't there anyone on the air?) Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more (Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone?) Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. (I look down at my blackened hands..) |
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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
Inside the wave
Coming from behind the wall Coming from beneath the floor Suddenly I hear the sound Suddenly a door appears Steadily we climb again The walls close in around me. Old habits fade far from me The ceiling falls about me And the sky is open to me now But my hands are tied And the ropes are tight around my wrist. Makes me sick Think to hard on the other side Can't stare too long at the softest light Steadily we climb down Step into a hidden room Searchin' for another out Found a tunnel heading down Suddenly I hear the sound Coming from behind the wall Suddenly a light appears Rapidly some something nears... Old wounds get infected by the Heat of an oven gone cold too long Get my mind off the pain with the medicine Just the idea of a thought Brings it round again Let my mind off the pain. Off the pain Bucket and a shovel On a sand dune Building castles Knocking them down Wading too far Out of my sight Gonna work me over For a misdemeanor In too long Out of bed Way too slow In a found cut scene From an empty film Forever wishing Someone near the goal Forever pushing Sisiphus would know Forever wasting Promise as it goes Foresenics (sic) show A summer in the hole, buddy Hands from the sky Rip me open |
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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
They came from so far away (cellars of Norway)
Where children play in viking bands (sun won't shine all day) No one seemed to notice That they came that distance They just stood outside and Smoked and talked their business Play that song again And go to hell when you die Wave goodbye at you As you tune your guitars And they played and you watched And you yelled at the drummer As he poured on the flames And you passed out on key Play that song again And go to hell when you die Wave goodbye at you As you tune your guitars... Gettin' that band outta my sight... And they played and you watched Till the end of the summer When they boarded their planes And you walked out Soaked up and sweating And I'm forever empty |
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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
We head for land
We're pressed for time We head for land Request the time I moved away I know the way I looked away... Your eyes My skin Your pool All in I'm all ready Dry ice Dry eyes Keep it low around here Within without Fall in fall out Without within Breathe out I'm all wrapped in dry ice Keep it low around here |
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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
Something we both saw
Shattered all of us Something we both saw Mattered all along In spite of all our work In spite of all our energy Because of all our ignorance Something we both saw Shattered all of us Something we both saw Mattered all along Took us for a ride Way, way off of course Gotta admit you got us good All this time I never got Gaffle like that We believed all we heard Got a mouth Insert the hook Reel us in Chain pulling man We trusted you See you later Never hurts, but it never Helps to read before you sign |
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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
Take me there to the west
For I've been waiting to see you Girl looks so sad Hair slicked back with raindrops From her walk outside It's good to be sad, sometimes No need to hide your doe eyes Light from the air Red as the rose wrapped 'Round her feet Yellow flower cup Reflects on her chin Some would pay to know why Take me there to the west For I've been waiting to see you I'd move, I'd move away... Can't see for sure. Buckets of blood fall from her eyes Tears burn right through the floor No one knows why, or understands How she can cry in this way The Episun must have take'd one of her eyes |
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from Pinback - Blue Screen Life (2002)
Another tear in the sea
Another drop in the ocean After the fall Waiting to sink Oh, solo mio It's all right now Come closer Talk to me Oh, solo mio So far so good There's a definite feeling Buried down Wrecking itself Taking you with me The more they was The more they were The more they wander from There's a terrible reason... |
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