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The New Year on Suffering Jukebox is a free online music player. Stream every album, open the lyrics, rate tracks, and build playlists. Open the interactive player at https://www.sufferingjukebox.stream/the-new-year. Catalog added by Johnny Outlaw.
Songs: The End's Not Near, Sinking Ship, Chinese Handcuffs, Plan B, Disease, Age of Conceit, Start, 18, Stranger to Kindness, Folios, The Company I Can Get, X Off Days, The Door Opens, MMV, Seven Days and Seven Nights, Wages of Sleep, Body and Soul, My Neighbourhood, The Idea of You, MMV, X Off Days, Folios, Half a Day, Reconstruction, Gasoline, Great Expectations, Simple Life, One Plus One Minus One Equals One, Alter Ego, The Block That Doesn't Exist, Carne Levare, Newness Ends
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Caring and forgiving aren't the same I can see the causes and assign the blame As soon as I stop worrying I'm okay And all this happens in half a day But as soon as I start shaking I'm a mess I can't contain these things under this stress Seeing and believing aren't the same When I see you I don't believe you were to blame Not this time anyway For how long do you tell yourself that you're moral For as long as you can stay out of real trouble That's why I don't think you should be condemned But when I see you I won't believe you ever again
Between the nameless and the icons The manholes and the pylons This is where I belong Under the sidewalk and the power lines Behind the window and the window blinds There's no room for right or wrong Now I'm standing on the third floor I can't make decisions anymore I can't remember how I used to function They're filling in the trench in the street The tar smells bittersweet Which is the nature of reconstruction They're smoothing over twenty years of cracks As they build more right into their backs I used to know if this was right or wrong I'm looking out from the inside All I want is a place to hide All I know is that I don't belong
The pattern on this rug tells a story It's gory chaos but ordered and hoary And I hate it but strangely respect it like Gasoline Now I'm lying in the fetal position I know I never should have been a musician When I knew my ears would lose their audition Gasoline I like the way you smell Gasoline I never knew I knew you so well We always know just what to do Until the future comes Now look what we've been through Only cowards seek refuge in a second language I should have learned how to speak my native one I was afraid I wouldn't know how to use my tongue Gasoline You're more than a finished product Running down the aqueduct What I should do and what I do are like brothers They're driven by so much more than they're needed That they're blinded they can't see they're both Driven by Gasoline leaking through an empty tank Gasoline The future's never what I think I thought we knew what we were doing But we've considered the unthinkable
When I was younger I never wondered About the ways I was trapped I thought I was moving My skin was improving On my face and on my back But the one thing I never lacked Was the faith you'd always come back How could I have been so wrong Ten years later I'm not more a savior I still can't convince the dead not to die I thought I was growing My age has been showing Is that just a way age can lie What led me to feel so secure This was the one thing we couldn't insure How could have been so wrong As I get older should I get bolder Or will disappoint be even worse And once I start shrinking Should I start thinking That expectations never die
Of the acceptable reactions to tragedy Gardening, the priesthood and insanity Look what you've chosen Just to be disingenuous to the letter I can't force you to fail or force you to shut up And I don't want you to fail I want you to show up But you're making a choice to which it's hard not to Stick How can a true confidant be unworthy of trust How can such a simpering git get what he wants I can't force you to fail or force you to show up And I don't want you to fail I want you to shut up But you're making a choice to which I hope you don't Stick
I don't need these things if I'll lose them again This house looks like a bankrupt museum But I'm not like you I don't want to go zen This is what happens when the newness ends And in my defense you were the one But there's no difference because I'm not done I'm gonna clean my room and get me a friend This is what happens when the newness ends And you can't see that I won't be that way for you Again We watched the rust get covered in frost When you lose your lust you're never so lost When the day's as long as this is wrong There are things still here but everything's gone Is this what happens when you have a friend This is what happens when the newness ends And you can't see that you won't be that way for me Again.
The end's not near It's here Hallelujah Spread the cheer And watch the millenarians Throw a party for a thousand years You won't see the pious praying They'll be too busy flaying All the martyrs with better ways To stop the world decaying If you call me I won't be home I'm hiding from the kingdom come They can't see everything on earth With the satellites and the roving drones This is why hell is underground Like a reclaimed bad part of town We don't want to lose our souls We're the saints who don't want to be found
Sinking Ship I'm driving slow Because I don't want to show up early There's nothing worse than a party When you don't know anybody The men want to get it on The women want to show it off I just want to get out of here And unhook my smile from my ears The exit may be behind you Take some time to look When this party crashes That's time you'll wish you took Because all these quick friendships Can't survive a sinking ship I just want to get through That bad vodka and the dip -Matt Kadane
Chinese Handcuffs I've come to face myself In a staring contest in the mirror Where there's more chance of victory Than in an argument with you We're not two peas in a pod We're two fingers in Chinese handcuffs The more we pull we stay The more we stay we pull Apart this wicker toy With it the joy The things that bind in pain Keep us in love
Plan B This isn't breaking my back But my spirit You know that it is when you just take it and start to forget who you were It's not just the hours that feel so wasted I've wasted more than this when I used to just look for a way around everything I did it all to stay clean It was instinct This isn't hard on my hands And I wouldn't care if it was I'd rather not even think if I have to think inside this other world This may be just what I need Keep everything separated I'll never really stay clean No way I can see This may be just what I need Keep everything It may be what I need But it's not what I want Anymore -Bubba Kadane
It was summer And a hundred and six degrees The air was hot water There was no motion in the trees And in this weather only two things grow Or three Frustration Hot tempers And disease That menace has found us again It's not just the old giving up and in Don't let it take your breath away We're all feeling ill at ease Since we were swinging through the trees And everyone knows that no one will ever know the true source of disease I don't know about God But I'm sure there's a devil You see it in the eyes Of every man and woman who's ill I don't know about heaven or our souls But our bodies are all going to hell And disease has found us again In a few healthy years Did we think it would end Don't let it take your breath away
Age of Conceit Last week I would have said there's no way Today I'm giving in I don't believe in what I now have to believe in But no one sees and end to the end I have a recurrent memory The world has its legs spread in front of me Now they mark off the limits of the possible They went on forever now they come together But legs can't stay uncrossed for long The pleasure can't escape the perverse We have to stay together The men have taken over The vainglorious masters of fact Give me back my childhood But let me keep my beard I'll be the freakish little man Do you feel inspired I'm not fired up (all I feel is tired) There's no motive in misery You're smiling through your teeth It's shaken your belief There's no hiding in self loathing Your friends are digging in And squirting out their kin And giving up on self-definition This is a new age of conceit
Start I left everything a mile from here I dropped it when I thought it was the end Can I go back and get everything I left And start where I stopped You mean it's too late to change my mind I have to live with my decision Quitting at the first sign of trouble and have to live with the decision Can I still go back and get anything and start where I stopped Pick up everything I left so I can just start where I stopped You mean there's no way to turn around I have to live without revision Learning too late to do any good and I have to live with my decisions Just let me go Let me go back
Even when you're looking Out of a body that's one day away From being a corpse You still feel eighteen on the inside This is something you should know There's no escaping getting old But did I hear that when I was told so When I was eighteen on the outside Even when you're smiling From the side of your mouth I can hear you say that you want out You still feel carefree on the inside Somebody come through that window And get me out of here I thought we'd go through together But I've never been so wrong
Your teeth are grinding down into sand Your fingers are coming through your hands Your hair is graying Your eyes are shaking You can't expect the kindness of strangers From those strangers to kindness But don't acquiesce Control your anger You're in danger in this part of the world Are we cowards Are they jackals Are we bitter Or better off than they are They jump into bed like it's the end of the world Have those girls never seen boys And have those boys ever loved men They ones who give head to get ahead
I'm heading straight where I never go There's no more hiding in these folios Each page has known what the first one showed There're still three more hours of sunlight And in this dream of a cottage on a hill There was no view of the life that makes it real Here in May and only the trees Want to leave like I do I don't think the good years I've got can wait So what are we staying for
It felt so fitting As I crossed the state line As the last chord rang out And the tape started to unwind As my knuckles on the wheel Made a perfect gun-sight And each car that fell there I could vanish from the light But God knows I wouldn't I need all the company I can get Even that redneck In the red corvette The highway takes A toll on your soul The odometer reads miles Like time calling roll In the broken road kill It's there in their eyes Was I put here To be food for the flies God knows if I wasn't It's for the company I can get Even that redneck In the red corvette
I can't remember why it felt so good When you and I made our plans to get away It's not like it's some kind of great escape When you only manage not to suffocate But the accidents that brought us here The excuses for another year Give us minimal air Enough to make us forget why we care It's not that easy to overcome this hyper-caution When your moral life is this fragile And this town is always watching So we x off days on the calendar And nothing really moves any faster
There's no design Just try to see yourself Without looking through a fairy tale The door opens and all hell blows in All this torn skin, bones, blood, and snot Reminds us of what we wish we were not The door opens and all hell blows in All the dust blown into a cloud It's unsettled and can't find its way around It keeps lifting and then it flies right out It keeps lifting and then it flies right Out to the sun As far as it can ride the gust Into the grass To move with whatever comes Into the water To sink to the bottom mud Into the water To the mud The door's open And it's never going to close The door's open It's jammed with everything you know The door's open And it's what you've always known
There are things some people classify as pleasures That just before I die I'll have no regrets for having missed Camping and orgies and places on the body I've never kissed But however you define whatever you have in mind We both have a need for things we don't need Like belief and relief and pleasure and grief Now I'm sitting here waiting to leave New Year's Eve Nothing good came from MMV But death and destruction and my new resolution To drink more and laugh more and sleep more and dream more
In seven days and seven nights Will we forget the long flight And now that we're here Is there no way we can stay for a year And at least keep the sun on our skin The make-up for a fading grin I don't want to go home Dial my boss and hand me the phone Now I'm back behind my desk Calculating all the risk That I'd never take I have my one week in the sun To bake
I have a feeling And feelings can sometimes tow the line That everything will always work out next time Better than it has the other days Eight hours of sleep can make anything go away Until it comes back into my mind If I had reason to think things would be different this time Now I see I've planted all of the evidence that I find That my habits will get me somewhere I have a feeling That this will work out halfway alright The wages of sleeping are compromise And feelings that tell a lot of lies Ten hours of sleep can make anything go away And never come back into my mind I'd have reason to think things will be different this time If I'd never Planted all of the evidence that I find That my habits will get me somewhere
I don't want a body without a soul Here's just one more thing I can't control Like my fingers and my mouth Like my temper and my doubts That's why I'm sorry to subject you With all the things I do To what by now you know is the image of you We're not who we thought We were who we're not There are two ways to go on To forget or not to go on And still I'm sorry to subject you With all the things I do To what for long you've known is the image of you
The girls in the back of the room Having the time of their lives As they sing out of tune You know I'll be going soon To the back of the room Because I can't keep Calling my mother I need another kind of other And even though I love my brother He won't do Like you up against the back wall I know you've heard it all But you should know I want nothing more Than the idea of you It's not that I'm dying To be young again But the last few years Have turned me into an alien And you should know That you're just filling in For the idea of you
There are things some people classify as pleasures That just before I die I'll have no regrets for having missed Camping and orgies and places on the body I've never kissed But however you define whatever you have in mind We both have a need for things we don't need Like belief and relief and pleasure and grief Now I'm sitting here waiting to leave New Year's Eve Nothing good came from MMV But death and destruction and my new resolution To drink more and laugh more and sleep more and dream more
I can't remember why it felt so good When you and I made our plans to get away It's not like it's some kind of great escape When you only manage not to suffocate But the accidents that brought us here The excuses for another year Give us minimal air Enough to make us forget why we care It's not that easy to overcome this hyper-caution When your moral life is this fragile And this town is always watching So we x off days on the calendar And nothing really moves any faster
I'm heading straight where I never go There's no more hiding in these folios Each page has known what the first one showed There're still three more hours of sunlight And in this dream of a cottage on a hill There was no view of the life that makes it real Here in May and only the trees Want to leave like I do I don't think the good years I've got can wait So what are we staying for
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