In My Time

In my day I was young and crazy. Sure I didn't know nothing but now I'm lazy. One day I won't even know what was better. Then again, I won't know much of nothing anyway. Two worlds, one on each shoulder. I'm trying to tell ya. Pull on over on the shoulder. I'm driving. I know when I get older, I'm dying. But I got everything I need anyway, that's fine now.

That's fine now. That's fine.

In my time I was whack and wild. I was just being myself, damn. But then I said that it was trying on faces. One that erase my discreet graces. Pull on over on the shoulder. Ain't trying. But it's two worlds, one on each shoulder. I'm trying to turn. I know when we get older, I'm dying. But I got everything I need anyway, that's fine now.

That's fine now.

That's fine.

Kurt Vile

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Twelve Roses

What have I been doing here? And what's the biggest chase? How will we be listening when we're slipping out of the race? Roses pushed inside my palm, and rushing with the fun. You've already finished it when the notion's just begun. And I don't know what I'm doing here and I can't say why you would be here. And I've seen roses twelve feet tall. Hearts on their shoulders and that's not all.

Beach Fossils

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Ain't It A Shame

Ain't it a shame the way I am always putting you down, and ain't it a shame the way I am always fooling around. Thought I was a good man but you gotta understand, you know that I am not that strong. I can't say, dear, where I'll be in a year, but I really doubt that I am going to be around. You're crying, I'm sighing, girl you know it just ain't fair. You say that you love me and it seems though I don't care.

Well, ain't it a shame the way I put the rest above you, and ain't it a shame the way I never say I love you.

Know that you're my baby, know that I am just crazy. I don't like it any more than you. Between the lying and the fighting and the drinking and the crying, well, I really don't know just what else to do.

You're crying, I'm sighing, girl I know it just ain't fair. You say that you love me and it seems though I don't care. Well, ain't it a shame how you and me we always fight, and ain't it a shame the way I know I am always right, and ain't it a shame the way I leave you when you go to bed at night. Oh sorry, baby!

Nobunny

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Broken Things

The offer was good, but you turned it down. Just like you should, it's still going 'round your head. All the things you could've said. But you can't hang your heart from a love that's dead. Don't you know anything? Oh I won't listen to your screams of pain no more. Oh don't you know what I mean? But you've been seeing the same thing that I've seen only bring you down.

And when you made an advance, they won't cut and run. Cause they can't even tell when the damage is done. And here beneath my wings, I got a pocket full of broken things. You can have 'em all. Oh but I won't listen to your screams of pain no more. Oh don't you know what I mean? And you've been seeing the same thing that I've seen only bring you down.

Reigning Sound

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Alice and Friends

Strings and cymbals in a burlap sack, shredded them behind their back. They showed up when the lights went black. We hear them all the time. The songs they sing seem like a sign bouncing around in your mind. We knew they wouldn't a second time so you joined a band, banging pots and pans,

singing "Anything you want to do, anything you want to do, Oh anything you want to do." Should be alright, alright!

The sun came up and they were gone. One step in front of the dawn. The ears still ringing with their songs. We hear them all the time. Back it up in the mini-van but it didn't turn out like you planned. The cops never seemed to understand why you are on the lawn, screaming at the dawn, singing "Anything you want to do, anything you want to do, Oh anything you want to do." Should be alright, alright, alright, alright, alright!

Box Elders

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Los Días de Perky Pat

No sé qué me hizo aceptar el traslado a Marte. Un salario superior, un destino emocionante. Era mi gran ocasión de alejarme de la Tierra. Quise volver a empezar, hacer borrón y cuenta nueva. Y es que en la publicidad todo era tan bonito. Un paraíso natural, ¿cómo he sido tan pardillo? El aire no huele igual, el sol brilla sin fuerza. Ya no aguanto un día más, voy a perder la cabeza. De noche, en la colonia, ya nada de esto importa. Todo se soluciona tomando una dosis de soma. Y ya no puedo distinguir lo real de lo irreal. Me prefiero evadir, son los días de Perky Pat.

Ya no voy a trabajar, paso el día encerrado. Al lado de Perky Pat, en un mundo más humano. Pero empiezo a sospechar que nada es lo que parece. Todo a mi alrededor tiembla y se desvanece. Me da igual la hora, ya nada de esto importa. Todo se soluciona tomando un poco más de soma. Y ya no puedo distinguir lo real de lo irreal. Me prefiero evadir, son los días de Perky Pat. Y ya no quiero distinguir lo real de lo irreal. Es mucho mejor así, viviendo con Perky Pat.

La Monja Enana

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