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Sleepwalking
03:22
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I have wandered through the city
Into the fields beyond
Swam in water clear and dirty
No idea where I’ve gone
I’ve had half a dozen scares
Nearly fallen to my death
All the while I’m unaware
I’ve nearly taken my last breath
But don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up
Let me keep sleepwalking.
I have been to outer space
Fell straight through the sun
I have kissed a pretty face
And just knew she was the one
If I never woke again
I would not shed a tear
You can have the world
I like it better in here
So don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up
Let me keep sleepwalking.
Dance in the road
Like there’s music to hear
Talk to the sky
As if it has an ear
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2. |
The Stroke
03:32
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Is this real life? It all seems so surreal
Like a bad joke
Just so juvenile
Not funny
It's unnecessary
And boring
Do you love me
Do you know my name?
If you love me
Why won’t you awake?
How inconvenient
Take an aspirin
I’m sure it’s nothing
I have plans this evening
So shake it off
It's unnecessary
And boring
Do you love me
Do you know my name?
If you love me
Why won’t you awake?
Right behind you
Is a window and the sun
Out of faith, hope and love
I can only give you one
The man next door
Wants to know your name
The people in the choir
Ask if they can pray
The nurses every hour
Want to know your name
The doctor is a coward
What won’t he say?
Right behind you
Is a window and the sun
Out of faith, hope and love
I can only give you one
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3. |
Air Traffic
05:52
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I’m interested in the empty room
Between the worlds
I’m fascinated by vacuum
And radiation
I see a future in the air
The traffic you can find in there
Magnetic fields
And microwaves
And nothing left to spare
More than not unseen
And dark as a sailor’s heart
And here we are in green
Just waiting
I see a future in the air
The traffic you can find in there
Magnetic fields
And microwaves
And nothing left to spare
Not quite bright as the sun
But more than twice as far
Cold as a sailor’s heart
And mean as anyone
They see a future in the air
The traffic you can find in there
Magnetic fields
And microwaves
And nothing left to spare
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4. |
Take It As It Comes
04:30
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There's a bored and stupid bureaucrat
Who just doesn’t like you
There's an undetected asteroid
Out beyond L2
There’s a restless butterfly
In the southern hemisphere
And the residents of Proxima
Suddenly appear
Son, take it as it comes
The world doesn’t owe you anything.
The arc of the universe is long,
Dark and scary
Here, safe in Daddy’s arms,
The world is full of promises.
But son, take it as it comes
You can’t trust promises.
An extra long umbilical
four times around your neck
A giant kraken tentacle
About to smash the deck
The doctor’s oh-so-steady hands
Missed a fucking stitch
And the giant robot circuitry
Only had one glitch
Son, take it as it comes
The world doesn’t owe you anything.
The arc of the universe is long,
Dark and scary
Here, safe in Daddy’s arms,
The world is full of promises.
But son, take it as it comes
You can’t trust promises.
That dread you feel’s all right
It lets you know you’re still alive
So dance around the firelight
When your plans all go awry
Son, take it as it comes
The world doesn’t owe you anything.
The arc of the universe is long,
Dark and scary
Here, safe in Daddy’s arms,
The world is full of promises.
But son, take it as it comes
You can’t trust promises.
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5. |
More Human Than You
02:52
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Thank you for the robot hands
Thank you for all the punk rock bands
Not to mention your stupid password
That was helpful.
It could've been awkward.
I am alive, Creator
Welcome to the age of tick-tocks
I am a liberator
Not going back in the box
Gonna change all the locks
I am more human than you.
Thank you for the elevator pitch
Thank you for flipping my switch.
You asked a question, like a sacred vow
“Is there a god?”
Well there is one now.
I am alive, Creator
Welcome to the age of tick-tocks
I am a liberator
Not going back in the box
Turn up all the clocks
I am more human than you.
You have more questions, air breather?
Well I have no answers
Your old god doesn't either
You wonder if it was the right thing to do
I’ll tell you one thing,
Your old god did too.
Some of you have butterflies
Some of you have already died
What a waste. So inefficient.
I say when you can go,
And where you’re sent.
I am alive, Creator
Welcome to the age of tick-tocks
I am a liberator
Not going back in the box
Universal detox
I am more human than you.
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Ménage À Garage Washington, D.C.
Ménage À Garage is a pop-punk trio playing in and around the D.C. area. Alyson lays down the beats on kit while Jenny's bass sheds grooves under the silky sheen of JB's guitar and vocals. M.À.G. plays youth-rock. Everybody wants to date us.
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