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WHEN I WAS OLDER

[Chorus]
When I was older
I was a sailor on an open sea
But now I'm underwater
And my skin is paler than it should ever be
Hmm
 
[Verse]
I'm on my back again
Dreaming of a time and place
Where you and I remain the best of friends
Even after all this ends
Can we pretend?
I'm on my, I'm on my back again
It's seeming more and more
Like all we ever do is see how far it bends
Before it breaks in half and then
We bend it back again
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Guess I got caught in the middle of it
Yes I've been taught, got a little of it
In my blood, in my blood
Memories burn like a forest fire
Heavy rain turns any funeral pyre to mud
In the flood
 
[Chorus]
When I was older
I was a sailor on an open sea
But now I'm underwater
And my skin is paler than it should ever be
 
[Bridge]
I'm watching movies back to back in black and white, I never
Seen anybody do it like I do it any better
I'm goin' over you, I'm overdue for new endeavors
Nobody lonely like I'm lonely and I don't know whether
You'd really like it in the limelight
You'd sympathize with all the bad guys
I'm still a victim in my own right
But I'm the villain in my own eyes, yeah
 
[Outro]
When I was older
I was a sailor on an open sea
 

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Ode to Joyce

Hey Joyce
Rock and Roll never gave you a voice
It’s never given you so much as a lament
So I went to the store
And I bought a guitar
To bestow this accolade on you
Just you
Not Sally, Carrie Anne or Peggy Sue
I’m going to spend my next half day with a girl called Joyce
Going to possibly stop at Tebay with a girl called Joyce
 
Hey Joyce
I know you’re not as far out as Ronnie Boyce
And I am aware that you’ve got a few quirks
But it hurts when I hear
All the songs to Maria
When we haven’t really done with J
Or K
Much to my dismay
When the bad gets worse I turn to a girl called Joyce
Gonna lose myself in the thrall of a girl called Joyce
 
Slower ball…
Paris Fashion week caught me off guard
I was busy with trellising the yard
 
In a spring-less cart
On a sun-less day
As the laudanum shortage dawns
Two fauns
Lead me through the glade
Where the gods have dumped Diana for a girl called Joyce
And displayed on high is a banner in support of Joyce
And the brook runs crystal clear
And the brook runs crystal clear
And the brook runs crystal clear
And the wind cries Joyce
 

Hernando's Hideaway

I know a dark secluded place
A place where no one knows your face
A glass of wine, a fast embrace
It's called 'Hernando's Hideaway', olé
 
All you see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando's Hideaway, olé
 
At the Golden Finger Bowl or any place you go
You will meet your uncle Max and everyone you know
But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of
You will be free to gaze at me
And talk of love
 
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway, olé
 
At the Golden Finger Bowl or any place you go
You'll meet your uncle Max and everyone you know
But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of
You will be free to gaze at me
And talk of love
 
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway, olé
 

Growing Up

I dried my eyes, now I crust them with sleep
I'll crust them over
She begged me 'Don't hate me'
She spun me a story
Where winning looks like losing
And I'm winning every time
So thread spools, sweetie, get ready
Until my silk is sold
 
Growing up, whoa
Growing up, whoa
Growing up
 
Yeah
I'll find myself anew
Yeah
I'll find myself anew
 
I've dried my eyes, now it's 'Rushmore'
I'm deep with futures like Chicago
No, Glenview never meant a thing to me
She never meant a thing to me
'Cept for putting idealists in a body bag
Forget it,
I'll go out tonight and piss on her doorstep
And listen to The Misfits 'Where Eagles Dare' to swallow whole
 
Up, whoa
Growing up, whoa
Growing up
 
Go!
 
Whoa-oh-oh
I guess I'm my own better half
Whoa-oh-oh
I guess I'm my own better half
Whoa, yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah, yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah
I guess I'm on my own
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I guess I'm on my own
 

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