1. |
Bike Jump
01:03
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This goes way, way back
Before we all got overdressed and underfed
A place in time where we were satisfied just guessing
And now their grocery bills are paid
Wife & kids, wife & kids
Hum har hum
Come to go
Missing persons
Sets me way back.
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2. |
Tallest
01:47
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Stick a needle through my heart
Put an arrow in my eye
It's not that I can't make it, I just don't try
And I've got 7-11 lines
I've wasted all my fucking time
But now that I'm above it
I forget the climb
Step, step, step
There's lots of things to buy
Lots of products, lots of stores
Acidophilus in yogurt
Unswept books and unread floors
I can see everybody's house
And the right words come
But now I remember where they came from
Don't forget.
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3. |
Bosk
02:03
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Backwards over my footprints
Big day for a little mosquito
Made to be broken
It feels like it's over
Digging holes inside my room
And everything I knew starts getting older
Until it turns to glue or evaporations
Together with myself
Selfish with my stuff
Toys will lag for junk
Work will wait
This could last forever
Someone said you had to choose
Slip into grandpa's shoes
And get it over
When you stop to check the time
It feels like it's over
It feels like it's over
It feels like it's over
It feels.
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4. |
Jip
01:42
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So high for so long
In the roof of my mouth
And the side of my house
I'm not for real
I live in a parking lot
Dance on the rooftop
Music evades and the sound is the backdrop
You know the deal
Every friend you make each week
Every muscle that won't heal
You can take every page they wrote about you
Throw them all away
Let them do this one without you
When your friends come unwound
And your foes takes your clothes
Rock and roll without help
Rock and roll all alone
And if it makes a difference to you
We can recheck the reprinted score
But it reads just the same as before
You can take every book they wrote about you
Throw them all away
Let them do this one without you
Rock and roll all alone
Rock and roll by yourself
Rock and roll all alone.
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5. |
Quarter-Tank
02:22
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I guess it's not too far to drive
Smear kisses together
Blur over scratched out lines
Find truth tied in telephone wires
And recreate what you don't like
Briefly close my eyes to emphasize a thought
Trip has me sleeping beneath trees
And waking up lost
It makes no sense
I always seem to be almost out of gas
Exiting this way for the last time
Here comes the stalemate
Here comes the stalemate
Here comes the stalemate.
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6. |
Centipede
01:35
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The neighbors left their houses haunted
And the dogs always barking
Turpentine scented valentine
It's all under control
Boy meets girl
Ground meets sky
Inebriated fuck
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7. |
Lovesick
02:39
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Not convinced
Sick spittle meaningless twitches
And the record's skipping
Sleepyhead
And the record's king-king-king
Interrupted your bright soda noises
You said this would work
Interrupted your sick selfish noises
You said this comes first
Ever since oatmeal and ephedrine
You know me and my damn paper language
And the-cord's king-king
Interrupted your bright soda noises
You said this would work
Interrupted your sick selfish noises
You said this comes first
This is what you warned me about
And this is what you told me to watch out for
Interrupted your bright annoyances
You said this whole thing was useless
Useless.
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8. |
A Very Clear Evening
02:07
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Black bat airs wrap me*
Move like darts
Whip trash across the streets
Cold air bothered by hot food and grey smoke
Not without its cinematic charm if you're only watching
But, uh.. but..
But I'm walking around
But that's alright
Big night lit by every star in the sky
Transistor picks up
If you keep your eyes open long enough
You can see everything.
*taken from "Nick and the Candlestick" by Sylvia Plath.
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9. |
The Scoliosis Prom
01:58
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This afternoon is solstice weather
Perfect time indeed
A winter's worth of dust
Shaking off my clothes and rugs
Goodbye herbivores, I'm going out
One two three four
Sides to everything
Quick sing-along you won't remember
Side streets that I've memorized
Just to make a map and read upside-down
I was expecting more than by the numbers
One two three four
Silver but better
Never mind the pollen
Cut-out cupid
Perfect time indeed for the limousines
Break down the gymnasium door on the count of five
One two three four
We'll get this right the first time
Never, no
No need to revise
Sent signals hinge our demise
So make up a game to kill some time, huh?
See who can keep the score 'cause I'm losing track now
Rename the emperor and start screaming numbers
One two three four
Slide through everything
Quick celebration, can't think why not
I find it hard to believe that spring is here and nothing has changed
I find it hard to believe nothing's changed.
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10. |
Lazy
01:25
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New kid in my church today
I'm gonna sharpen up my pencils in this kid
I'm gonna make a mincemeat pie out of him
My church is never gonna be the same
Oh god
Give me a guitar
Hey dad have you seen my dick dosage?
My car phone?
My beeper's got eight numbers
And my skin's got this filter
Oh god
Give me a girl
Walking upstairs just to sit around
Showing up for the big bake down
Walking upstairs just to sit around
Sure enough it's a big fake out
Oh god
Give me a gun
Oh god
I can't believe it.
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11. |
Ninth Grade
02:32
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It's the end of winter
If only I could find a girl as interested
In marijuana and Led Zeppelin, inhalants and shoplifting as I am
Save next year
I'll come back and repeat.
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12. |
Never The Less
02:07
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Glory!
It's a perfect circle
Each event has doubled over
Airtight rusty horns
We must be avenged
Hard to differentiate
We must be avenged
Editions limited so you can tell your grandkids
When you could still rock
Even with the power out
Decide
And then what you fuck
You mistake it for power
Drain the romance
We will be avenged
Collecting legends past
Collecting bottle caps
Well you can still rock out
Even when the power's out.
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13. |
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You think you're going to get somewhere tonight
With those clothes you picked out especially
Despite a bottle-rocket valentine
And the ghosts inside the festivities
This town is absolutely covered
Shot down in the middle of a very thick summer
I'm not going to go back there
To my old high school where I learned how to waste time
And if the word doesn't get around
And you count me out
That'll be just fine
You think you're going to get to Jupiter
And I'm crying in my dreams
Trying to be the boy who saves the world
Without a toothbrush or technology
This town is no place to grow up in
You can drive around
You can do nothing
I'm not going to prom this year
Because there's fireworks here
And that's way more important
I'm not going back there
Thank you, thank you.
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14. |
Leechgamescapitalistclub
01:56
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He was waiting for the bus on the coldest day of the year
God damn he was clean cut!
Crazy babbling patron beside him talking about
Whatnot, this and that, what not
"And I remember making out with angels,
Making angels in the snow
But I don't know."
Second place
Back burner
Consolation prize
I'm the type whose dreams they never do come true
Based mostly on the way you make your words move
And I remember digging my own trenches
Making patches in the snow
But I don't know
I'm not sure
I'm not the king of breaking things
So throw that in my face
Keep your tabs on your own time
'Cause mine are all erased
We could walk around or go somewhere
Or we could sit here
In the neat, clean past
The neat, clean.
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15. |
The Opium Fence
03:11
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I walked up and down like a magnet
That street was the goddamn polar pull
No help for a jinx I couldn't shake
Shades pulled, no money for a milkshake
Early in the evening
Of 24 hours of bad luck
Broken off engagements
And wondering to wake you up
I thought I saw this sort of crown
Of white light bulbs around her head
When she was watching the t.v.
I wasn't sure if it was real
Or if I was hallucinating because I needed sleep
Deep steps click special effects
Four in the morning and no destination
Yeah!
Nearing the conclusion of 24 hours of bad luck
Pumpkin pie forever
Keep the mistakes, I am crushed
Turn off the tape recorder
I don't wanna talk about it
Anyone can listen to themselves cry
I spoke in a low and quiet tone
"There is something you should know."
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16. |
Daredevil Glucose
02:35
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Every time I look at you
I'm not sure what, but I think it's not good
I could swear I was blind or just late to the party
Slipped on the ice and jumped
Sugar, sugar bomb, jump
Slid around in salt
Ran down the street and saw
(SPOKEN PART)*
Everybody's rolling up their sleeves
Oh no!
Well, started seeing ghosts out the corner of my black eye
Got the fuck out of there as fast as I could
And then
I rode my bicycle by your house
And by the light by your window
I watched you kiss him on the mouth
And I knew that I should go
I'd never felt such symmetry between relief and loss
I knew I'd never dance with you underneath the orange moon.
*all three members of Chore wrote and recorded their own speaking parts for this section of the song and this may be the only time Chad's voice was ever recorded with the band! No idea what any of us were saying exactly.
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17. |
Uncomfortable Pause
02:53
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Brave as day
Shouting "GIRL POWER, MOTHERFUCKER!"
I guess I'm not the right type to understand
Your program, man
Lime green fluids seep from every pore
Clearly it is the enemy who sets the trend
She rolled her dad's car
Just to see what kind of sound it would make
Now they've made plans
For set situations
Young souls united are an unstoppable force
Think twice if time allows
Blanked out at the chance to take everything back
Convinced they're white as snow
Keep your eyes glued to the radio
Because the things that you don't know can really fuck you up
Young souls united are an unstoppable force
You could feel the heat rise
Up off the crowd's halted dreams
Instead chivalry is dead
Filled out a form to justify these feelings
True liberation needs no justification
Who said chivalry is dead?
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18. |
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Two lovers
Asleep, wound down and now screaming in dreams
Diatonic march for a wedding or for a funeral
It kinda depends who you ask
With the slow, slippery notes from the backs of their throats
Slow, slippery notes from the stems of their throats
Kicked-in conscience coughing up hopes on the bed
Singing the same song in two different dreams
Trunks entwined and undocumented
The best offerings were knotted, shrill explanations
Worried looks and half smiles
I remember every word
A parade of ghosts wave hello
Marching proudly through the town
The angels throw confetti and streamers down
It's really nothing new
The ringing in of truth
Everybody's resting as the concession marches through
From the top of the stairs
To the bottom of your heart
Where you keep your trampoline
From the moment of truth
To the point of conclusion
And every minute in between
Rewind, return
Reconnect, completion
It all remains to be seen
The kids are all asleep downstairs
But they are tiredly unprepared
To understand what's going on
Broken hearts are just cliché
Won't be remembered anyway
By the relentless light of dawn
From the top of the stairs
To the bottom of your heart
Where you keep your trampoline
The invisible trust
Snapped string desires
Plays foil to pure fountain pop dreams
Still all this time I truly thought
I held some place inside your prayers
Silly me.
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19. |
Steve Kenney
01:59
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It's cold even inside the house
The lights are out or broken
Leaving little left that's not broke or frozen
You won't make no promises
Up inside your helicopter
Swear to me on your honor
When it all boils down
They're nowhere to be found
Doesn't matter now.
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20. |
Heavens No!
02:48
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I think you'd better look up
For it appears they are dropping a safe on you
We drew our lines the moment our eyes met
You earn regret
Stay, stay, stay
Go away
Resigned all your energy
Well, I just want to hold your hand
When we cross the street, yeah
Honey in my heart
Mouth full of medicine
Oh, yeah
Made of dust and ice
Like the rings around a planet
We keep looking at the cold and frozen ground
Suddenly found myself wanting more
Than could be obtained within these walls
As such, unlocked the door
And didn't turn around to see the smoke
My mom used to say get down on the ground
There's no smoke there
All that fucked up stuff rises
Confide in all your enemies
When I don't wanna hold your hand
When we cross the street, yeah
Honey in my heart
Mouth full of medicine
Oh, yeah.
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21. |
Tallest
01:42
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Stick a needle through my heart
Put an arrow in my eye
It's not that I can't make it, I just don't try
And I've got 7-11 lines
I've wasted all my fucking time
But now that I'm above it
I forget the climb
There's lots of things to buy
Lots of products, lots of stores
Acidophilus in yogurt
Unswept books and unread floors
I can see everybody's house
And the right words come
But now I remember where they came from
Don't forget.
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22. |
Tornado Warning
02:13
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End up wishing contradictions anywhere you go
You've constructed what you believe home
Under the snow
Save yourself from yourself
The ties that bind unwind
And as you're left alone
Somehow you've always known
It would be yourself who rescued you
You've come all these miles
Just to see that the sky is green
And there are no fireflies here
And the wind only whispers
Like trains toast the new year
Tie yourself to truth if not to me
Tie yourself to truth if not to me
Tie yourself to truth if not to me
Tie yourself to truth if not to me.
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23. |
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Shadows engulf the sights have set
Facing cold streets and deserted doorways
The buildings aren't quite as pretty as they were
Faces are ugly, the niceness blinding
A coldness enclosing, everywhere
See-through eyes, empty face
Soothe me
Sing-song eyes, shallow face
Soothe me
I can hardly see myself holding my nose now
Or wearing those clothes now
And the people who were all my friends
Where did they go now?
Out of this ghost town
At last the fight is set
Never ending force ready to fend helpless
A test of strength in this limited time
Three souls will quest
Three souls will fight
Three souls will not win
I will be
Don't wish for me
Soothe me
Hold my breath and jump
Dreamed alive, dreamed alive
Underneath me is the wreckage of a train from 1876
A hundred years before I was even born
And despite all that which disconnected itself from you
And all that which you are no longer entwined to,
You're alive
You're heart is alive
The heart of time is on your side
The truth is with you
The heart of time is on your side
Hold my breath and count to five
The past is always borrowed time
Your heart is compromised
Your heart is purified
Hold my breath and count to five
The past was always borrowed time
Hold my breath and count to five
Hold my breath in compromise
The truth is on your side
The heart of time is on your side.
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24. |
Hayride
02:24
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There's a hole in her ghost
There's a hole in her ghost
There's a hole in her ghost
There's a hole.
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25. |
Make Something Of It
02:21
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Used to be we could take our mistakes and make a potluck, yup
Now we just stumble on cakewalk plates
And I keep asking and you just say
That everything's alright
Do you wanna stop everything
Make something out of it, try again
Or do you want to fight?
Used to be I could say what I meant without worrying
About mentors and being mean
I keep forgetting what I should say
To reconnect the record straight
I'll keep it to myself
If you're gonna try to make it right
You're surely gonna end up wrong
You're surely gonna end up wrong
Give my regards to the missus
Use Dawn for your dishes
There's a million kisses that fill my wishes
I don't think your suspicious
Intuition has been no friend
And a situation that had no end
Is reaching its conclusion
You say you're done with it
Make something of it
When you tell me you love me
When you tell me you love me
I don't know what to think.
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26. |
Deathtrap
01:39
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Rise and ride through such distractions!
She had outgrown these dull surroundings and the accompanying fools
Her pace became a liberation
She felt her heart beat in both her hands
And the low notes of an organ rose up through her chest and shoulders
And into her neck
"Hello! I'm the bureau of motor-crash investigations.
I bet you're so surprised to see me!
I could specialize in rumors."
She was a machine
She felt the road as a part of her form
Took sight from the once-dimmed lights
That she'd somehow just recharged
There was an engine in her mouth
She was gonna burn it out.
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27. |
Quarter-Tank
02:11
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I guess it's not too far to drive
Smear kisses together
Blur over scratched out lines
Find truth tied in telephone wires
And recreate what you don't like
Briefly close my eyes to emphasize a thought
Trip has me sleeping beneath trees
And waking up lost
It makes no sense
I always seem to be almost out of gas
Exiting this way for the last time
Here comes the stalemate
Here comes the stalemate
Here comes the stalemate
(true, true, true).
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28. |
Voice
02:13
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Big W I S H
Underneath my pillowcase teeth, yeah
I don't sleep
Because I've already seen what I'm going to dream
Thank you very goddamn much
Thanks a lot
You falter, I gave you too much credit again
You alter the characteristics of your voice
You're a gentleman like tuberculosis
Tuberculosis, tuberculosis
I know that dreams burn around the edges and fall apart
Things change in a manner apart
But I will take these fucking ashes
And balled-up, burnt out matches
And make a song and sing it.
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29. |
Fix Your Arms Around Me
00:59
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The time we've spent is the size of a pill
But it clicks like crickets, as it's focused
I drew you a map
So you'd remember how
Life behind the stars continues unavowed
Fix your arms around me before you go
I'll call you when you're sleeping
No one will ever know
They draw our blood and type our names
Cannot divulge our secrets from our DNA
Could be no less excited about what's to come
Rather expedite the future
Than remember where I'm from
Just wish I could have known you well enough to miss you
So set your claims beside me
Before you have to go.
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30. |
Deathtrap (Version)
01:50
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Rise and ride through such distractions!
She had outgrown these dull surroundings and the accompanying fools
Her pace became a liberation
She felt her heart beat in both her hands
And the low notes of an organ rose up through her chest and shoulders
And into her neck
"Hello! I'm the bureau of motor-crash investigations.
I bet you're so surprised to see me!
I could specialize in rumors."
She was a machine
She felt the road as a part of her form
Took sight from the once-dimmed lights
That she'd somehow just recharged
There was an engine in her mouth
She was gonna burn it out.
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31. |
Gumchewer
02:04
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We had begun to resemble one another
I look at you now
I wish you could hear me
I figured it out, fuckers
I've been awake so long that I'm beginning to see things
And I feel unnecessary
Or vestigial to say the very least
All I wanted was to be your friend
And I just
All I wanted was to hold your hand
But now you wouldn't believe the things they're saying
I guess I wasted all my wishes on one star.
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32. |
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My education always called me names
So broke my cycles and spirit
With hunger and fucked up contrived images of lust
Buried in a book about machinery I will rest
These buildings did nothing but flake their paint
And chip my energy
First check mark
Second check mark
Third check mark
Buried in a book about technology I will rest
These buildings did little more than laugh at me and strip my
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Chore Ann Arbor, Michigan
Band from Ann Arbor in existence between June 1994 and November 1996.
Released two 7"s
and various tapes, played weekly in Ann Arbor, Detroit, Ypsilanti and the surrounding areas, as well as one tour of the West Coast.
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