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Snapshot (live)
04:06
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don't ask me why I think it's gonna be all right
too many years I've wasted hiding from the light
but I've got a snapshot and it shows me what I missed
this is who we really are and this is how it is
caught in the flash of some divine epiphany
one luminescent view of how this life could be
completely unexpected dose of clarity
floating in the moment
glory in the moment
keep me in the moment
times like these are remedies
but they never last
no matter how I try to bring them back
freeze the answers in my mind
somehow they always slip and melt away
in the light of day
dont' ask me why I think it's gonna be all right
I can't explain or justify this second sight
but I've got a snapshot now to send me on my way
I won't be ashamed to put this optimism on display
floating in the moment
glory in the moment
snapshot of the moment
credits
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The Midas Touch (live)
04:35
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how come nothing I touch ever turns to gold
and everything works better in my mind
I see them living their lives on the other side of the road
but when it comes to living mine I turn up blind
should have been so much further by now
thought it would be so much easier but somehow
the road I've taken hasn't led to where I wanted to go
when I close my eyes it flashes by
all the circumstance and fame
it belongs to the mind of a little child
who tried to look to the future to see his name
he saw it up in lights
saw it in the pages of magazines
saw it on the lips of adoring fans
saw it emblazoned across the screen
the vision seems to fade in the haze
of a smoky motel room
always wanted to make my mark on the future
but the future seemed to arrive too soon
I try and contemplate how the childhood notion
can be revived
the claim to fame that was uprooted
by the instinct to survive
should have been so much further by now
thought it would be so much easier but somehow
the road I've taken hasn't led to where I wanted to go
how come nothing I touch ever turns to gold
when everything was coming up roses years ago
I've become an extra in a story no one ever told
a springtime legacy that was buried in the snow
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Nowhere To Go (live)
04:02
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maybe if you thought about the people
that you leave in your wake
there would be a way to realize
what you've stolen
maybe if you considered giving
more than you take
there would be a way to learn
from your misfortunes
do you think no matter what it would have been this way
the inevitable story attached to your name
no, no, no, no, no
it could have been so different but you'll never know
you have nowhere else to go
maybe if you weren't too frightened
to admit to your mistakes
no one else would have to
do your thinking for you
maybe if you took back the promise
that you intend to break
no one else would have to
battle their way through
did you really think it wouldn't turn out this way
knowing every step you've taken and every word you say
now you know there's always something left to lose
did you think if you disappeared you wouldn't have to choose
now you'll never know
oh you'll never know
it could have been so different but you'll never know
sold out by feelings you were too afraid to show
wandering in circles and you'll never find a home
there's nowhere to go
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Positively Evil (live)
05:18
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Clarity (live)
08:15
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it's four o'clock in the morning
I really couldn't tell you what I'm watching on TV
could be an ad for a set of ginsu knives
could be a static multi-colored screen
a cornucopia of disturbing concepts
fills my brain while I'm reclined
I would gladly welcome the respite
of an uncluttered mind
in a couple of hours I'll be on my way
to fight my way through another carbon-copy day
I'll go through the motions 'till I'm motionless
or until I don't have to stay
round and round and round we go
where we stop nobody seems to know
do you ever feel this way
or am I the only one to waste away the day
if you could only see inside my mind you'd say
that it was just about to stray
if I could only concentrate
if I could only escape this catatonic state
it seems I'm looking at things through a clouded glass
and I can't keep anything straight
I hope there comes a day when I will feel no disarray
and I'll be able to see the layers peel away
to reveal some kind of clarity
Oooh, Clarity
feeling used up
feeling washed up
feeling bottled up
feeling tightened up
gotta lighten up
because I'm frightened out of my mind
I'm wandering the world half-blind
stepping across the street
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Mr Serious (live)
08:42
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a cold dim flourescent morning in the 21st century
an eyeblink in the slow demise of shared reality
mr serious plants his flag and lets the trickle-down karma fly
and all the way to the roof of the world you hear his mighty cry
the truth is a virus
every day is april fool's
every night is halloween
dancing on the fault lines
heavy water runs through his veins
always been of two minds
always felt a little strange
joyous and pathetic and he won't let go
he's breaking out in hives
he don't need the chemicals no more
he's tripping on the truth of the times
the truth is a virus
every day is april fool's
every night is halloween
for mr serious
a cold dim flourescent evening in the 21st century
the heartbeat between how it is and how it used to be
mr serious paints his flowers and waits for the moon to rise
karaoke calls him out
gonna spill his guts tonight
the truth is a virus
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Solitary World (live)
09:39
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objects in space
ripples and waves
the fact of them speaks to me
so far so deep
look underneath
a sea of tranquility
don't be so quick to curse the darkness and the cold
the early silence is a home sweet home
all alone is all we've known
solitary world
no one's pride is justified
solitary solitary world
alien skies
splinter the eyes
louder the freedom rings
lost in the blue
from this point of view
we can see everything
if there's no grand design and nothing we do matters
then the only thing that matters is what we do
all alone is all we've known
solitary world
no one's tried to get inside
solitary solitary world
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Juneau (live)
03:24
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W04 (live)
04:33
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cry if you want to
cellophane and see-through
faith somehow has lost you
no wonder why it pales you
now as my contempt grows
minds too thin and narrow
follow where the wind blows
free to let your fear flow
thumb your nose at reason
twisting your perception
blind to all compassion
silence your redemption
ignorance an excuse
only for the obtuse
as you search for
one more enemy
this world's a sad fucking place
understanding so unreal
value knowledge as a sideshow
a circus freak's appeal
as my mind starves for a form
of intellectual fray
just forget your need to scream
and do everything they say
once I believed 'twas important
to be seen and heard
now I could not care
just refuse to feel
we'll do no better
taking pen to paper
drinking poison liquor
and shooting up
for there is nothing that I own
not my body nor my soul
given away long ago
for some trinkets mud and stone
will the bullshit ever end
can we even just pretend
that we care about the future
and tip the scales again
oh I'm so fucking sick of you
so so fucking sick of you
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Saving Grace (live)
07:35
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got a feeling
a stain that keeps on growing
despite the pain of knowing
the future cannot change the past
doesn't matter
we let our dreams deceive us
our memories won't leave us
even the best ones hurt so bad
we're running away
running yesterday's race
running away
looking for a saving grace
in the morning
we try to fix what's broken
disown the words we've spoken
pretend we see through clearer eyes
doesn't matter
we're addicted to the misery
the definition of insanity
we never seem to realize
we're running away
running yesterday's race
keep running away
we end up in the same old place
waiting on a saving grace
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every time this happens
like some recurring dream
I never see it coming
and it's so hard to believe
that I'm on the island again
visiting mussolini
he doesn't seem the villain that he's made out to be
always has a sympathetic ear
I tell my tale of woe and he offers his advice
and everything seems perfectly clear
he says
"here we are in our exile
and we can't recall our crime
better just forget her, son
she'll do it every time
she did the same thing to me"
that's what I find disturbing about this situation
it ought to be a punishment but it feels more like a vacation
and that seems to suit me
visiting mussolini
I think about my choices and I think about my blood
try to read the story in the patterns
clearly I deserve this and I need to find out why
but mussolini laughs at me for thinking that it matters
"here we are in our exile
and we can't recall our crime
better just forget her, son
she'll do it every time
she did the same thing to me"
mussolini disagrees about prophecy and destiny
he calls it pointless fantasy just swimming in my head
at his time in history he didn't have my luxuries
no desert island discs
no all-time Top Five
no navel-gazing trepverter
it was enough to be alive
to be alive
then the moment passes
and my clarity is gone
the sun is high
the sea is warm
but the comfort's much too cold
can't get past the shifty source
of what I'm being told
it makes no sense to me
visiting mussolini
and all that I can think about
is how I must get back
but somewhere deep inside I know
it's never gonna last
'cause every time this happens
every time that I'm set free
I end up visiting mussolini
I never see it coming
and it's so hard to believe
that I'm back again
this island welcomes me
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in a molasses sea
I scream liberate me
your waifish face understands
but running with thieves
has left me quite out of breath
and cut deep scars in our hands
thin in the streets
we made our feverish stand
it was untimely at best
but morning in "Munchen"
when your fresh out of jail
makes you skulk back with the rest
Nun Er Ist So Nah
my vagabond friend
takes me by the hand
we made some difference today
the new generation of
peace wielding people
mixed with the new generation of hate
our attempts with
our assorted awareness
for what do we think we must fight?
drunken we lie in our
Ratskeller beds
it makes no difference tonight
Nun Er Ist So Nah
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Broken Ceiling (live)
03:25
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Catching a glimpse at patches of blue
Looks solid from here but we pass right through
Sky's broken up, no one really knows why
We're all making it up on the fly
Colors and shapes that hide in the black
I've always loved this place but it won.t love me back
The world falling down, what else can I do?
What else can I do
Can't go on denying that all is not well
Can't go on living a lie that I didn't tell
The fog went away and it lifted so slow
Look around, there are places to go
Say goodbye to charmed existence
Say goodbye to gravity
This is our adultolescence
Last regret we'll ever see
Say goodbye to duck and cover
Say goodbye to killing time
Go adjust the cabin pressure
Peel away this state of mine
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Thursdays (live)
04:27
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We used to meet on Thursdays
Somehow it felt just right
In the week but not of the week
Anticipation running high
We could escape the world then
Our little time to steal
But there was no middle ground
An all or nothing deal
We never got the hang of Thursdays
Never got the timing right
Leapt in without looking one too many times
We hit the fundamentals
Gathered thoughts instead of things
Under the misapprehension
We were special and unique
I still recall that feeling
The day I lost my faith
Stood in vain upon your doorstep
Stripped of any words to say
We never got the hang of Thursdays
Never got the balance right
Played the tomorrow card one too many times
These days I worry more
About the way my time is spent
Don.t feel much like myself now
I wonder where I went
And my flawless memory
Stages an exclusive show
Of every Thursday that we wasted
Planting seeds that wouldn't grow
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Square One (live)
05:09
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we stand on the roof, we chase the big truth
the storms in the sky, they just pass us by
no regard for our youth
the fools who can’t see past the old used to be
we swear and we trust, that will never be us
no, not you and me
we fight the good fight we hold back the night
but that’s not how it feels
just wheels within wheels through the flickering light
a lateral move, a spoke in the groove
will the time ever come
when the war has been won and there’s nothing to prove
a hero’s lament, a chance to repent
to make a new deal, hold on to what’s real
and to say what we meant
with fond memories, and found families
when all’s said and done, we’re still on square one
and that’s how it should be
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Atmosphere (live)
07:18
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I can't remember
when I've ever felt this cold
winter time set me free
turn my lead to gold
atop the tower
see my signal going through
I try to forget
all those things I thought I knew
winter time set me free
look at me looking back at you
my head is lost in the atmosphere
I can see your house from here
I can't remember
when I've ever felt this old
I was a young man
never thought I'd feel this old
more to come where this came from
let's get on with the show
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Singer-songwriters Thom Bowers & Matt Meldrum (along with a host of friends and collaborators) make music that bridges the gap between pop-rock punch and art-rock extravagance.
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