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the poor bastard
01:47
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the life i've ended up with is a lemon
i'm like an empty shell, a ghost
the butt of a cruel sadistic joke
nothing has turned out the way i planned it
i can't remember how it felt when i was happy with myself
and i know i'm not supposed to fight the change
i know it's only causing me more pain
to mope around and dwell on past mistakes
to long for something that will never come again
i wish i could be able to have fun and not be such an old curmudgeon
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i woke up annoyed
02:56
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i understand it's your job doing maintenance in the yard
to keep the garden up to par
trim the hedge and mow the lawn
well do you have to do it at dawn?
i've been working all night long
i really need to sleep
why you doing this to me?
i've only been to bed a couple hours
the racket that you make is keeping me awake
i need some quiet to recuperate
well,
construction work is even worse
all the noise they make is absurd
it feels like my head is going to burst
if this had been the old west then i would have shot them in the chest
just for disrupting my rest
instead i curse the skies, why oh why oh why?!
and tuck my head in underneath a pillow
so they toil away, ruining my day
oblivious to my increasing rage
i'm left to wallow in this wretched state
oh for christ's sake!
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always so low, nothing seems to matter
you say you don't care, it doesn't add up
why be brought down by what you think pointless?
the real problem is you bother too much
feeding into the big misconception
that somehow life is supposed to offer nothing but fun
we all grow up being taught we're special
that we can achieve whatever we want
but we're all the same, just a bunch of assholes
most won't amount to much and so what?
yeah we are useless as beings one and all
but you shouldn't let that stop you from having a ball
if you truly are so sick and tired of life
cheer up 'cause pretty soon you're gonna die
and if dying is the reason you're depressed
well tell me what the fuck did you expect?
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4. |
dawn of the mollusk
02:35
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i hope to see you again
and that somehow i will find the proper words to say
to make you think i'm worthwhile to spend a little time around
and then we could hang out
i always say that i ain't shit
but now that i come to think of it
you would do a whole lot worse with any other jerk walking the earth
all i do is dream
it seems esteem will keep my schemes from ever becoming something more
the irony is not entirely lost on me
oh so handsome, yet so insecure
i always say that i ain't shit
but now that i come to think of it
you would do a whole lot worse with any other jerk, oh!
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i don't know why i'm bothered still
i'm not worse off but just can't help obsessing
and bringing myself down
down
down
everything is tainted by dishonesty so what should i believe?
what am i to think?
when you said you were my friend, was that also just pretend?
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6. |
redeeming qualities
01:18
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i can write a song
i have large hands
and the sun rises in my pants
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nincompoop corner
03:19
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the way we tell ourselves that everything is fine
and turn a blind eye to the fact that we are dying
is such a testament to humankind
and the ingenuity of the human mind
when your time comes don't be afraid
i'm sure your brain will trick you into thinking it is all ok
just like every other day
so we just laugh away in the face of defeat
and celebrate the most delicious irony:
the main ingredient to make life sweet
is really nothing else but trusty ol' deceit
so when your time comes don't be afraid
i'm sure your brain will trick you into thinking it is all just great
just like every other day
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8. |
friday march 9 2007
02:31
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i was at a party with my job
the chief of personnel took me aside
told me i should call my brother up
our dad had not come back from fishing
they thought he might have died
i went home
i was badly freaked out
sat there crying on the tram
my brother picked me up
i could not believe it happening
divers found the body saturday
my cousin broke the news, we hugged and wept
was there any time to be afraid when the ice collapsed?
i wonder what went through his head
and that night we all went to see him
the green t-shirt on still wet
stubble on the cold chin
little things that i will not forget
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the old troll
02:47
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i've been watching for so many years
all the time the light world has expanded
i'm noticing a certain lack of fear
a lack of the respect i am demanding
it may be about time i snatch away a kid or two
i know it's not the nicest thing but what else can i do?
the borders of my realm are getting breached
it seems that they have all forgotten me
yeah!
once the scourge of man and beast alike
now brushed off as just imagination
stripping my domain of all its might
and they're all guilty by association
a blatant disregard for everything i represent
well i can only take so much before i have to vent
people nowadays ain't got no soul
prepare to feel the anger of the troll
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10. |
andreas eskilsson
01:03
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this is a guy i've known for over half my life
we often talk on the phone and we've shared lots of good times
he likes robert altman and indie rock as well
he's one terrific buddy
oh, i really think he's swell
but he doesn't like lord of the rings
among other things
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11. |
min vän krille
01:50
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instrumental - inspired by a road trip to stockholm
and ben chasny
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hit the fall
00:42
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i didn't know where i was heading at all
and i got so suprised when i hit the fall
a better man should have known to read the signs that he was shown
yeah
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no shouting contest
02:37
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i like to rock and go to shows
but i don't like to be told just how i should respond to your songs
if i feel like it then sure, i'll sing along
but i'm not a fucking pawn
i came here to have fun and forget my worries
don't expect me to astound
you're the one supposed to put on a show
and not the other way around
if i get down i do it for myself
stomp your feet and clap your hands
what's the deal with the demands?
i didn't pay to be your backing band
so please give it a rest, do your best
and try to understand
that i came here to have fun and forget my worries
don't expect me to astound
you're the one supposed to put on a show
and not the other way around
if i get down i do it for myself
oh oh ooh
yeah i do it for myself
well alright
yeah alright
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14. |
wednesday night fever
00:51
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when my neighbours get it on it sounds like mongoloid wrestling
but it is still depressing
'cause i'm all by myself
and loneliness can be a slice of hell, but it's just as well
'cause i'm not hurting anybody else
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lament of the nerd
02:19
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my main vice does not revolve around drink or drugs or whores
for me it's all about spending dough down at the record store
and i'm always looking out for some more
it's gotten to a point where i am totally obsessed
i'm getting new stuff faster than i'm able to digest
and i really ought to give it a rest
the force of habit is so strong, it's like a sickness
it puts my mind at ease
oh it's such a sweet disease
i know consumerism is designed to trap us
and control our minds just to keep us all in line
now let it be understood that they really got me good
and i wouldn't stop it even if i could
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16. |
pining for hos
03:04
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i don't want to be alone
but it's better than being led on, being strung along
and of course you need to leave, look out for yourself and be free
to live happily
but when i think about you with another guy
it eats at my insides, i get completely paralyzed
it feels like i want to die but given time i am sure i'll be alright
though it is gonna take a while
and my friends all say don't worry, there's plenty other fish in the sea
but other fish don't interest me
first i have to face the fact you really like the place that you're at
and don't want me back
still when i think of you not being in my life
it eats at my insides, i get completely paralyzed
it feels like i want to die but given time i am sure i'll be alright
though it is gonna take a while
uh huh
i must let go
i must stop pining for hos
i must learn to be alone
i must bring this to a close
i must let go
and i must stop
yeah i must stop beating myself up
oh
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17. |
porkchops at vinny t's
02:11
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at daddy's in boston me and niklas got guitars
from there the restaurant was not very far
a lovely aroma was all around the eating room
and we were gonna do some eating soon
the waiter was nice
he spoke of the food with warmth and pride
like it was his child
i ordered the porkchops sicilian style, for $18.95
the plate was gigantic
the porkchops were so succulent, delicious and about as thick as bigfoot's hand
i also got peppers that had a lovely vinegar tang
i wouldn't mind having that same dish again
oh what a meal!
we ate all we could and drank our fill
i truly feel that when i am old and over the hill
i'll remember it still
ba ba ba ba ba
duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh
na na na na naha
nah nuh
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18. |
the crowing cock
01:42
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* sample from meatballs *
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19. |
the mummy returns
02:04
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it ain't easy being slow
when everybody is so fucking quick to let things go
and i didn't ask to brood
but at least i guess it means my brain gets put to use
uhuhuh
every lame and crippling flaw
plays a major part in making us the way we are
so i think i'm doing great
i just need some extra time to get my head on straight
and figure some things out
i'll be better than ever
'cause rushing in just to move on strikes me as kind of fickle
to each his own i suppose
i don't have any answers
a little bitter? maybe so
but not a god damn quitter
oh oh
oh oh
oh oh oh oh
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