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Songs: That’s Just the Way That I Feel, All My Happiness is Gone, Darkness and Cold, Snow is Falling in Manhattan, Margaritas at the Mall, She’s Making Friends, I’m Turning Stranger, I Loved Being My Mother’s Son, Nights That Won’t Happen, Storyline Fever, Maybe I’m the Only One For Me
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Well, I don't like talkin' to myself But someone's gotta say it, hell I mean, things have not been going well This time I think I finally fucked myself You see, the life I live is sickening I spent a decade playing chicken with oblivion Day to day, I'm neck and neck with giving in I'm the same old wreck I've always been And when I see her in the park It barely merits a remark How we stand the standard distance Distant strangers stand apart Course I've been humbled by the void Much of my faith has been destroyed I've been forced to watch my foes enjoy Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude And as the pace of life keeps quickening Beneath the bitching and the bickering When I try to drown my thoughts in gin I find my worst ideas know how to swim Well, a setback can be a setup For a comeback if you don't let up But this kind of hurtin' won't heal And the end of all wanting Is all I've been wanting And that's just the way that I feel I met failure in Australia I fell ill in Illinois I nearly lost my genitalia To an anthill in Des Moines I was so far gone in Fargo South Dakota got annoyed That's the shit I'm talkin' 'bout When I talk to you about Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude And a setback can be a setup For a comeback if you don't let up But this kind of hurtin' won't heal And the end of all wanting Is all I've been wanting The end of all wanting Is all I've been wanting The end of all wanting Is all I've been wanting And that's just the way that I feel
Friends are warmer than gold when you're old And keeping them is harder than you might suppose Lately, I tend to make strangers wherever I go Some of them were once people I was happy to know Mounting mileage on the dash Double darkness falling fast I keep stressing, pressing on Way deep down at some substratum Feels like something really wrong has happened And I confess I'm barely hanging on All my happiness is gone All my happiness is gone It's all gone somewhere beyond All my happiness is gone Ten thousand afternoons ago All my happiness just overflowed That was life at first and goal to go Me and you and us and them And all those people way back when All our hardships were just yardsticks then, you know You know It's not the purple hills It's not the silver lakes It's not the snowcloud shadowed interstates It's not the icy bike chain rain of Portland, Oregon Where nothing's wrong and no one's asking But the fear's so strong it leaves you gasping No way to last out here like this for long 'Cause everywhere I go, I know Everywhere I go, I know All my happiness is gone All my happiness is gone It's all gone somewhere beyond All my happiness is gone
The light of my life is going out tonight As the sun sinks in the west The light of my life is going out tonight With someone she just met She kept it burning longer than I had right to expect The light of my life is going out tonight Without a flicker of regret Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold The light of my life is going out tonight And she don't look too depressed The light of my life is going out tonight In a pink champagne Corvette I sleep three feet above the street In a band-aid pink Chevette The light of my life is going out tonight Without a flicker of regret Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Patiently encroaching on the animal The weather of forever retaking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
Snow is falling in Manhattan In a slow diagonal fashion On the Sabbath, as it happens Snow is falling in Manhattan If it looks like it might be a bad one The good caretaker springs to action Salts the stoop and scoops the cat in Tests an icy patch for traction Snow Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa Snow, oh, whoa Snow, oh, whoa Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa Levels rising on the island Shows no sign of soon subsiding Drifting deeply down in Brooklyn So much joy in merely looking Inside he's got a fire crackling And on the couch, beneath an afghan Lies an old friend he just took in Seeking shelter from the cold wind Coming down in smithereens On Staten Island, Bronx and Queens It's blanketing the city streets And the streets beneath are fast asleep Songs build little rooms in time And housed within the song's design Is the ghost the host has left behind To greet and sweep the guest inside Stoke the fire and sing his lines Snow Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa Snow, oh, whoa Snow, oh, whoa Snow, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa Snow is falling in Manhattan Inside I've got a fire crackling And on the couch, beneath an afghan You're the old friend I just took in
Drawn up all my findings And I warn you they are candid My every day begins With reminders I've been stranded on this Planet where I've landed Beneath this gray as granite sky A place I wake up blushing like I'm ashamed to be alive How long can a world go on under such a subtle God? How long can a world go on with no new word from God? See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God Trodding the sod of the visible with no new word from God We're just drinking margaritas at the mall That's what this stuff adds up to after all Magenta, orange, acid green Peacock blue and burgundy Drinking margaritas at the mall Standing in the shadows of the signpost on the road 50 gates of understanding, 49 are closed Yes, I guess this time I really hit that number on the nose What I'd give for an hour with the power on the throne How long can a world go on under such a subtle God? How long can a world go on with no new word from God? See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God Trodding the sod of the visible with no new word from God We're just drinking margaritas at the mall This happy hour's got us by the balls Magenta, orange, acid green Peacock blue and burgundy Drinking margaritas at the mall We're drinking margaritas at the mall Drinking margaritas at the mall
I want to be tantamount to cordial Tantamount to good I want to be a warm and friendly person But I don't know how to do it She can't make it to her car Without making a new friend She's a small-town superstar Everybody hollering her name She's making friends, I'm turning stranger The people on her end couldn't make it plainer Sometimes I wish we'd never came here Seeing as I'm held in such disdain here She's making friends, I'm turning stranger I see lots of normal men yearning to obtain her I'm a loser, she's a gainer That's one thing of which they're dang sure She's out with her friends And really, I can't blame her 'Cause when she's home again She's always still the same her God knows I'd never try to change her She's my friend and I'm her stranger She's making friends, and I'm turning stranger She's making friends, and I'm turning stranger
Way back when it first begun Starting when I first was young Through all the years that were to come I loved being my mother's son Yeah, I loved being my mother's son I loved her so because She was so good and kind to me She was, she was, she was She helped me walk, she watched me run She got where I was coming from And when I couldn't count my friends on a single thumb I loved her to the maximum Yeah, I loved being my mother's son I loved her so because She was so kind and genuine She was, she was, she was She was, she was, she was She was, she was, she was She was, she was, she was She was, she was, she was When she was gone, I was overcome The simple fact left me stunned I wasn't done being my mother's son Only now am I seeing that being's done Yeah, I loved being my mother's son I loved her so because She was my faithful guardian She was, she was, she was She was, she was, she was She was, she was, she was She was, she was, she was She was, she was, she was (She was, she was, she was) (She was, she was, she was) (She was, she was, she was) (She was, she was, she was)
The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind When the here and the hereafter momentarily align See the need to speed into the lead suddenly declined The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind And as much as we might like to seize the reel and hit rewind Or quicken our pursuit of what we're guaranteed to find When the dying's finally done and the suffering subsides All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind Nights that won't happen Time we won't spend Time we won't spend With each other again With each other again Ghosts are just old houses dreaming people in the night Have no doubt about it, hon, the dead will do alright Go contemplate the evidence and I guarantee you'll find The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind Nights that won't happen Time we won't spend Nights that won't happen Never ever again Nights that won't happen Never reaching the end Nights that won't happen Never even begin Never even begin This world is like a roadside inn and we're the guests inside And death is a black camel that kneels down so we can ride And when the dying's finally done and the suffering subsides All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind All the suffering gets done by the ones we leave behind On nights that won't happen Time we won't spend Time we won't spend With each other again Nights that won't happen Never reaching the end Nights that won't happen We can't even begin We can't even begin
On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis Unable to perform some simple task Trapped at the stage of analysis Thoughts of the shortness of life may beget Bouts of shortness of breath in your chest Doubts about the worth of the nights you got left Crowding out all the fear and regret You got storyline fever, storyline flu It's filtering how everything looks to you Don't you reckon it's affecting your attitude? Storyline fever got its hooks in you Storyline fever got its hooks in you You took your love to the marketplace In the wanting corner of a Western state Where every other shopper is a basket case Just relies on the horizon, forms a frowning face Hanging around those haunts at night Where half the clientele was part poltergeist Grinding an axe against all that exists Minus their protected exceptions to it You got storyline fever, storyline flu Apparently impairing your point of view It's making horseshit sound true to you Now it's impacting how you're acting too Now it's impacting how you're acting too Got a comb over cut circa Abscam sting Make a better Larry than Lizard King But you got to find a way to make it work 'Cause your feet is where your demons lurk When you're seller and commodity You gotta sell yourself immodestly Turn your pedestal into a carving board If that's what the audience is starving for You got storyline fever, storyline flu You're filtering how everything looks to you Don't you reckon it's affecting your attitude? Storyline fever got its hooks in you Storyline fever got its hooks in you
On holidays, in lonely haunts At closing time, in restaurants I can't keep on pretending not to see Yeah, I'm starting to suspect Though I hope I'm incorrect That maybe I'm the only one for me Holding hands, starlit walks Making plans, silly talk All I see are couples in the street I always had a hunch I would crumble in the crunch Yeah, maybe I'm the only one for me Only one for me Only one for me Only one for me I'll put my dreams high on a shelf I'll have to learn to like myself Yeah, maybe I'm the only one for me Bended knee, honeymoon Nursery, another soon Into my mind, the thought begins to seep If no one's fond of fucking me Maybe no one's fucking fond of me Yeah, maybe I'm the only one for me Only one for me Only one for me Only one for me I'll put my dreams high on a shelf I'll have to learn to like myself I'll put my dreams high on a shelf I'll have to learn to like myself Maybe I'm the only one for me On holidays
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