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Intro
02:08
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I've got this power in my hands;
I get to tell you who I am,
You've got to guess which parts are true.
And though I'm desperate to be bold,
I crave the comfort of control
If I'm to bare my soul to you
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Hipster
03:03
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I had a falling out with Uncle Sam
Sleep in on Sunday 'cause the church is a scam
I worship Bowie and the Golden Age of Glam
'Cause I'm a hipster, baby
And I'm not afraid to say
That I'm a hipster, baby
'Cause I know you like me better that way
I don't buy plastics 'cause of toxic waste
Drink PBR 'cause it's 14 for a case
I'd be a vegan if I didn't love the taste
'Cause I'm a hipster, baby
And I'm not afraid to say
That I'm a hipster, baby
'Cause I know you like me better that way
Fuck chemicals, I roll my own
Fuck work, I wanna go get stoned
I dig the music but I don't like to dance
They call me bobo when I'm living in France
I love you baby 'cause you're tighter than my pants
'Cause I'm a hipster, baby
And I'm not afraid to say
That I'm a hipster, baby
'Cause I know you like me better that way
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15
03:27
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Deep in my soul I can't control
When I'm driving late at night
The urge to take my fingers off the wheel
Reality is boring me
It's all so black and white
I'm just searching for another way to feel
15 inspirations
15 reasons why
Youth is so damn short and there's so many things to try
15 inhalations
15 ways to die
Dial 15 if you've got me on your mind (2x)
I confess, I'm such a mess
I'm tired of who I am
Help me find a new identity to steal
Show me love or God above
Perception by the gram
Tell me anything as long as it's not real
15 inspirations
15 reasons why
Youth is so damn short and there's so many things to try
15 inhalations
15 ways to die
Dial 15 if you've got me on your mind (2x)
Well, I know just who I want to be
But I cannot make it so
And I've come so many miles
But I've still got so far to go
And there are many who can wonder
But there are very few who know
And it makes me so lonely
15 inspirations
15 reasons why
Youth is so damn short and there's so many things to try
15 inhalations
15 ways to die
Dial 15 if you've got me on your mind (etc.)
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Psychedelic Jesus
02:54
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I was stoned somewhere in France when I met Jesus
And we talked about the things I left behind
And I asked him if it's hip to be the savior
And he said "Jesus, man, it's just a state of mind."
Well I tried to break free
And I tried to be me
But is it right to be yourself
If you're not who you want to be?
So I sank under the Seine and swam for freedom
And forsook my drugs and sex and rock 'n' roll
And I lingered drinking Beaujolais with Jesus
'Til he told me, "Man, your gospel is your soul."
Well I had to break free
To find out what the folks back home all meant to me
But now I know just what I want
And I'm not where I'm supposed to be
I'm getting tired of being the same, young, restless man
Smoking revelations 'cause he hasn't got a plan
And chasing psychedelic jesus through somebody else's land
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5. |
(Dream Sequence)
03:33
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I had a dream one sleepless night
I climbed aboard some ship to fight for someone else's sake.
And as the sun rose in the east
All thoughts of liberty and peace, I left them in my wake.
And before too long,
I surrendered to the throng,
And though I must have known inside that it was wrong,
I lost myself, and all the things that I hold dear,
And though I scoffed that it was all so insincere,
I wanted to climb
Up to the clouds,
Draw one deep breath
And shout it out loud,
Shout, "I'm alive!"
Shout, "I survived!"
"Fuck where I'm from!"
"Fuck what's to come!"
"Fuck who I am!"
'Cause I don't give a damn anymore.
I mocked and I ranted,
I took things for granted,
I always assumed I was wickedly free.
This tired old story,
This ichiban mori,
I never once dreamed it would take hold of me.
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Ego
02:58
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Oh my God! I made a monster,
Won't you tell the New York Times?
Maybe no one else will notice
If I dress it up in rhymes.
Anyway it's not my problem,
inspiration's not a crime.
It's not my fault;
I didn't know.
I'm just dying to get famous
Before they stick me in the dirt,
'Cause I could die a happy man
If I saw my face on some chick's shirt.
No one has to build a palace;
But a statue wouldn't hurt.
I can be bought,
So give it a go.
I want you to look me in the eye as I walk by
And tell me why you think I'm better off than you.
I'm too obsessed with my posterity
To fear my own mortality.
Call it morbid vanity,
But I can't be remembered 'til I'm dead
I'm too ambitious for indifference,
Too jaded now for ignorance,
So all I have is confidence:
My ego is my only self-defense (2x)
I wish that I could be
What I hoped that I could be,
Because I hoped that I could be somebody good.
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7. |
Madian
01:08
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[Instrumental]
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8. |
I Won't Let You Go
02:40
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Someday, baby,
When I feel alright,
When I don't stay awake
Feeling like William Blake
at Vincent's time of the night,
I can live my life,
I can take control,
Or I can go insane smokin' Mary Jane,
Getting high on rock 'n' roll.
When I've got no urge to call,
When I feel nothing at all,
I can let you go. (2x)
Mind frenetic, senses stripped.
Well, I feel straight crazy
Like a young Scorcese
On a kamikaze kick.
Make me feel so reckless;
Make me feel alive.
I've got you in my brain,
I've got you in my veins
Walkin' Lex and 125.
When I leave all this behind,
When I get you off my mind,
I can let you go. (2x)
What I see, I can't be sure.
What I've got, I'm insecure.
All I trust is what's inside me.
Information lets me down,
Calculations turn me 'round,
Only got my soul to guide me.
So for now I think that you should know:
I won't let you go. (etc.)
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9. |
Outro
03:00
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[Instrumental]
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10. |
Epilogue (Drinking Song)
02:30
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I'm not drinking 'cause I'm lonely.
I'm not drinking 'cause I'm sad.
I'm not drinking thinking 'bout some long lost love I should have had.
I'm no slave to craving hungers others seem to need to feed.
No, I'm drinking 'cause I just ran out of weed.
I'm not drinking 'cause it's hopeless,
Man, I know it's not too late.
I'm not drinking out of anger, fear, or misanthropic hate.
I'm not drinking just to drown the sounds that bounce around my brain.
No, I'm drinking 'cause I'm out of Mary Jane.
I'm on a mission for a sweet intoxication
'Cause I'm sick and tired of doing the things I should.
I'm not the type to talk about self-medication,
But it
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