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Stupid Is As Stupid Does
02:20
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Even if you don’t have anything to say
Take a look inside and dig up those remains
Upon the only truth for which we can agree
Killing all my time is slowly killing me
Even with a welcome that is overstayed
There’s no stopping you from plotting your escape
Clearly there it stands in your periphery
Though it’s hardly ever what you choose to see
I don’t want to be a relic of the past
I’d rather not make a big splash
(Breathe in, sell out)
Living out your life behind the glass
Always at the forefront, storefront, yeah!
(Breathe in, shut down)
Even if you don’t have anything to say
Take a look inside; dig up those remains
Upon the only truth for which we can agree
Killing all my time is slowly killing me
I don’t want to be a relic of the past
I’d rather not make a big splash
(Breathe in, sell out)
Living out your life behind the glass
Always at the forefront, storefront, yeah!
(Breathe in, shut down)
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2. |
May I
03:54
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If you don’t mind may I please be excused?
You only ever see half of the truth
This time I’m throwing out the slate
Sick of carrying all your dead weight
From afar I really wish you well
Sacred is the one trapped in his cell
There is no need for you to act so obtuse
The only disconnected one here was you
Worthlessness is never quite worth the price
The friction you’ve bred will be your demise
From afar I really wish you well
Sacred is the one inside her cell
We’re all forcing smiles
While time keeps us sedated
“You’re just overreacting”
Would be a gross understatement
Honesty is the one disease
That’ll always be contagious
Chemically unsure now
If I can really face it
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3. |
In Gratitude
04:56
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This portrayal
Of a fading landscape
We took the news like medicine
Impatient for it all to go numb
So entertained
It’s not what they say… it’s how
Be sure to laugh at all their jokes
Yet another falling domino
Honestly
I’ve grown tired of listening
When all our words will turn to ash
Blanketing the mountain overpass
If history
Has ever taught us anything
We’re constantly bombarded with
Complimentary insults on the house
Go take a breather
We’re evaporating in this heat
It’s a classic way to blow off steam
Keep building up on your mystique
You never were all that unique
So self-contained
Shielding off all the dead weight
An oddity that’s on display
Strangeness is a thing to celebrate
What you need
Is a safer place to bleed
Then no one will answer your cries
When you cannot look them in the eye
Go take a breather
We’re evaporating in this heat
It’s a classic way to blow off steam
Keep building up on your mystique
You never were all that unique
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4. |
Shortfall
03:52
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I threw all my records out
Because I couldn’t stand the sound
Of the needle pushing down on me
Staring into an empty slate
While thinking that it would illustrate
Everything that you thought of me
Who did you think you were talking to?
Always ill-mannered, still resolute
Your arm’s too heavy to lift the spoon
On another silent retreat
Self-reflecting until obsolete
The anticipation builds and dissipates
Under the impression you’re overwrought
Not the way you’d want to come across
Gone the distance to find no response
Who did you think you were talking to?
Always ill-mannered, still resolute
Your arm’s too heavy to lift the spoon
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Cloud Tapes New York, New York
Cloud Tapes, based in New York, is a band playing the music that you didn't know you didn't want to hear. It's complicated.
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