1. |
Vertical Highway
03:21
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Vertical highway, don’t you take me right away
It’s not so easy when you say you’ve
The right of way
Vertical, vertical ride
Permanent, terminal rites
After your shelf life, don’t know if it’s
Up or down
Post-expiration, salvation or underground?
Vertical, vertical ride
Permanent, terminal rites
On and on, the streets are empty
Just these static goalposts creaking
On the cul-de-sac is quiet
Just unfinished dreams still sleeping
On and on and on and on…
Vertical highway, won’t you wait another day
It’s not so pleasing when you say you’ve
The right of way
Vertical, vertical ride
Permanent, terminal rites
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2. |
Damage Control
03:58
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A motor pops
Jumping out of my skin
Wish I was inside
The telephone blinks
And the new news things
Got nowhere to hide
Spit in the wind
Well you can sink or sin
Turn your nickels into dimes
It’s easy to read
Anything in the leaves
If it’ll sweeten your tea time
You can’t break it anymore
Your right to try
You’re right to try
Your right
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3. |
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Thursday’s the new Sunday
Cuz all I wanna do
Is lay around with you
Call me up honey
This dirty old city
It’ll grind us to the bone
And all I seem to wanna do
Is lay around
Bad news at your doorstep
It’ll seep into the seams
If you don’t keep your head on
Then you might start to believe it
We can drown in the same drop
Or keep on running like a stream
But all I wanna do
Is hang around
The chorus dies by attrition (until)
And every sound and opinion (recedes)
And the noise it falls to oblivion (until)
Until it’s just you and me
Got gum on your shoes now
But it don’t mean a thing
I’ve got my neon sign on
I’m on your mystic hotline
Thursday’s the new Sunday
And even Wednesday afternoon
Cuz all I seem to wanna do
Is lay around
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4. |
Remember The Good Times
03:22
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Remember the good times
Living was so easy
No typeset, proper penmanship
Remember
These locomotives got me down
They desecrate our perfect towns
When will we ever come up for air?
The telephone’s a devil’s scheme
To split our families by the seams
When will we ever come up for air?
Come on, you keep me racing on, running
Let’s go, let’s go back
The radio will rot your head
It surely is a passing fad
When will we ever come up for air?
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5. |
Rising
05:13
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This spectral town
Washed up on the shores again
Low tide on the floodplain
Treading holy water
A trick of the light
Swept into the copper rain
You thought you had more today
You thought you had more
You can’t see through the blinds
You can’t see through the spotlight
You can’t see through the blinds
It caught you up
It caught you off guard
Rising in the wind
Your picture book has gone to grey
Rising in the wind
Pictures of you
Caught up in the news wave
Are traded and X-rayed
Digging for someone to pay
A trick of the trade
We’re on to the next page
No time for the mess we made
We’ll show you the door
You can’t see through the blinds
You can’t see through the spotlight
You can’t see through the blinds
It caught you up
It caught you off guard
Rising in the wind
Your picture book has gone to grey
Well your lifeboat’s gone and sailed away
Rising in the wind
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6. |
Tick Tock
04:40
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Staring at the second hand
Mister, mister, mister
You got me on the run
You got me on the run
Counting every grain of sand
Whisper, whisper, whispers
You got me on the run
You got me on the run
Swapping spit for alibis
Don’t you wish ya wish ya
You got me on the run
You got me on the run
Aberration overdrive
Check your sys- your systems
You got me on the run
You blew my cognition
He said
Dark times call for dark measures
Pulse check, another clue
Searching through your chemtrails
You got me on the run
Hit by your smoking gun
Tick tock, the second hand
Mister till I see you
You got me on the run
You got me on the run
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7. |
Leaving This Galaxy
04:21
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Caught playing London Bridges
Snapped every last wire
And now you’re selling stitches
To every gun for hire
Bye bye, I’ve got my foot in the door
It’s only 23 floors down from the window
Send me to Caledonia
Under the sleepy Portlethen moss
And I’ll stay a hundred years or more
Until the gilded age is lost
Bye bye, I’ve got my foot in the door
It’s only 23 floors down from the window
Baby, the drooling dogs at your feet
They’re on your scent of dead meat
So keep on trying
Looking for a brand new galaxy
Caught playing London Bridges
Snapped every last wire
And now you’re selling stitches
To every gun for hire
Bye bye, I’ve got my foot in the door
It’s only 23 floors down from the window
Baby, the drooling dogs at your feet
They’re on your scent of dead meat
So keep on trying
Looking for a brand new galaxy
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8. |
Checkmate
03:29
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I see your face
I steal your place now, checkmate
We trace the dust of hours
We count the endless mistakes
You took the bait
You played the stakes now, checkmate
To mend the cuts of minutes
And sacrifice the end game
We’re chasing the tides
Your face, your disguise
You praised the stage
You pawned your claim now, checkmate
Just for a fleeting minute
Your records purged, your surname
Erasing the lines
Your face, your disguise
A race against time
Your face, your disguise
Stacked up beneath the glass
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9. |
I Love The Radio
03:10
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I love the radio and all the girls on the waves
They make my feet go
Skip a beat night and day
Turning every stone
Charting every sea
Up in the studio
Penelope’s on her game, she’s on her way
Sue’s got the ratio and Ruby has got a thing for cabaret
Turning every stone, we’re right here
Charting every sea
I love the radio and all the girls on the waves
Me and my Jane Does
Skip a beat night and day
Turning every stone, we’re right here
And charting every sea
I love the radio
I love the radio
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10. |
Dead End Fantasy
03:00
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Fantasy, you got me reaching for the brass ring
One step higher
Third degree, I’m getting dizzy in the heat of
Your crossfire
Gravity has got me spinning in your jet stream
Draw me in tighter
Chemistry, you put the diesel in my cup of tea
Humming like a choir
Fantasy, you got me reaching for the backseat
One step higher
Third degree, I’m feeling dizzy in the heat of
Your crossfire
Gravity, you got me spinning in your jet stream
Draw me in tighter
Chemistry, you put the diesel in my cup of tea
Purring like a tiger
Holiday, what a daze
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