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Clock in and Hide
01:18
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Clock in and hide from another eight nails in your coffin, darling, but it's no use because all your possibilities will end the same way. But 'til then won't you love this moment while you can? There's no Santa Claus, but we can still be good anyway, up until the very the day the bomb is finally dropped.
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Talkin' in the Walk-In
02:14
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Pile of mail on the couch. I try to sort it all out and all I find is the fact that this high cost of living isn't giving any of us any noticeable slack. It's giving me chills trying to add up the bills so I walk up to work. Sign me up for more hours! My morale is sinking lower than the minimum wage. Catalogs filled with holiday savings thrills, cellular and the cable bill. Uniform lookin' fine, clocking in right on time, helping people in line get a slice and a salad. Tip jar's loaded up with quarters, singles, nickels and dimes. The shift manager's cool, he plays it loose with the rules. We're not sippin' O'Doul's, nosiree. We're just talkin' in the walk-in. Passing time away until we get paid. Catalogs filled with holiday savings thrills, cellular and the cable bill. We're just talkin' in the walk-in, passing time until we get paid. We're just talking in the walk-in, passing time until we get... yeah!
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Peanut Butter Cookies
02:06
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Preheat oven to three-fifty degrees. Lightly grease two sheets. In a mixing bowl, combine the sugar, oil, vanilla and peanut butter. Add the cornstarch and mix! Mix! Mix! Add the flour, baking powder and salt and mix! Place the dough by tablespoon on a cookie sheet with about one inch of room. Use the backside of a fork to press into each one, make a crosshatch pattern! Throw 'em in the oven! Bake for 12 minutes! When they're done take 'em out, take 'em out! Let them cool at least 3 minutes.
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I Only Love Criminals
01:55
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Uniformed and good to go, there's something that I think you should know. When you go out to do what you do, my darling dear, I go out too! There's someone else who wears black gloves, there's something else that's all I love. Conflicting interests make for such amusing dinner small-talk. I only love criminals, baby. You're badge is cute, but it can't meet all my needs. It was so sweet when you confiscated weed from a high school party. You brought it home to me, but I was already spent 'cause I went out with my friends. Poured the gas onto the ground and I burnt the station down.
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Top 5
01:54
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I haven't been insured. For how long, I'm not sure. Got a tooth in pain even though I brush it silly every single day. I hope I keep it around. In my room alone with one eye on the phone. Got some far away, and some friends that live really close down the way. It doesn't make a sound. Oh, the ball is in my court. Oh, gotta work on my serve, maybe go out tonight. But I'm not really sold. It's just this house is so cold, so I grab some change and I walk to the bench that's been calling out my name and hope a bus comes around. Jenna, Marcela, Kortney, Corinne and Hayley- won't you tell me what it's like being on Tony's Top Five? I want to know! It's a quiet night by the traffic light, yeah someday won't you tell me what it's like being on Tony's Top Five? I wanna know.
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Rooftop Footsteps
02:40
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I lie awake at night and wonder just how long I have left. In robe and slippers I walk into the kitchen, dig the fridge for everything I didn't finish yesterday. There's cold leftover pizza. It's gonna get the job done. I search all through this frosty house searching for anything to knock me out. In robe and slippers, I peruse the bookshelf- lit and leftovers always did the trick. I got it now! And then I thought I heard... rooftop footsteps. Could it be some criminal that climbed up there to escape K9 units fast pursuing? Or could it be someone else, some nation-less pilot weighted down with everything someone like me could ever want or need? My imagination drifts to a mountainous range of gifts stacked 'neath the boughs of evergreen, the likes of which I've never seen. Ripping wrapping paper oh so fast, revealing boxes loaded up with cash and deeds to property! Now I think... I'm thinking that maybe I'm dreaming.
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The Good List
03:13
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This year is different. Cross the T's and dot the I's and strategize. We are the Good List, up and finally organized! Not a drop of doubt in this cocktail of faith, yeah we believe, we believe. We're not foolin' around, not since this List got leaked out. Yeah, we believe. We've been petitioning in all the sympathetic online forums. Our pledge list, daily growing, going through the roof. This year is different. Cross the T's and dot the I's and strategize. We are the Good List, up and finally organized! Not a drop of doubt in this cocktail of faith, yeah we believe, we believe. We've got one thing in mind when it comes Christmas time. There's a goal to achieve! We believe. We are numbered in the multi-billions. This is for us and tomorrow's children. We are united and in one great voice we demand what has prior not ever been even a choice. "Dear Santa Clause, we hope this doesn't bring you pause- we want the end of war, peace on earth. Yes, every part of it. We want the armies out of business. We want the soldiers all brought home. We want their bodies free of bullet holes and bloody broken bones. We want the generals out looking for another line of work. How 'bout they dig up all those landmines that they buried in the earth? So just forget about the roller skates and bubblegum and all the plastic toys and batteries they need to run! We want the heart of man to take an evolutionary step. Don't forget! Sincerely yours, the kids on your Good List." "If you want the job done right, there are no letters you can write. You gotta give the love you have. Gotta give it all away!" And we were left with just the things that we forget about by Spring, because he never had a bag built quite big enough for love.
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8. |
Time to Turn Around
01:59
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I board the bus. Ticket bought, take my seat in the back, next to a handful of guys. Headphones up cranking rap, softly singing the words they know. Ooh, ahh, ooh. Sky, grey as slate. Here's my stop, at the corner of El Cajon and 43rd. Two-story thrift, I go in with my leftover tips from work. Maybe I'll buy a new coat, or... Work's on the phone and they want to know why I am late again. Time to turn around, time to turn around, time to turn around. Go back home and change into my work clothes.
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Coffee Time
02:12
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I had a blackened eye instead of employment and my belly was as empty as my wallet. Day labor pays just thirty bucks a day, if you can get it. So extreme I put an application in at Burger King. Ended up ringing a Salvation Army bell, wearing all my clothes, wishing all the shoppers well. Such a rare time in my life, such a bummer situation- wishing that some boss would exploit my financial desperation. I felt so worthless begging to work for less than it costs just to get by, but most of the time I felt just fine... hanging out in the kitchen with this guy! It's coffee time with David Dean. He brews me all that I can drink. He shows where to buy discounted food in damaged packaging. The temperature was lower than I enjoy, but I think I'd be ok with living it again. I'd be cool with living it again!
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Ultralites
02:16
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Mom's crying on the telephone 'cause he's really gone. Yeah, he's moving on. Her memories are only strangling her now. Hanging up is the worst. I know I'm not the first, or the last, in a series of calls that will pass the time, but won't help break the fall. Dad's smoking every day and night, Ultralites. I think he might have overheard that they were going out of style. Yeah, he's moving so fast. Gonna outrun the past or just catch up to the unknown ahead- gonna pass the time happily wed.
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918
02:32
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A ringing phone, a premonition, no I'm not picking up to find out all about the sad, depressing, tragic news from back home. Another death, an over-dosage, and I'm not picking up to find out all about the sad, depressing funeral arrangements. Please don't ever call me from the ol' 918. Never call me from the ol' 918. I know the tone, the crack in your voice, and if the choice was mine I'd go right back in time and tell myself to disconnect the land line. Don't take the cellphone call from hell! No, I'm not picking up to find out all about the sad, depressing funeral arrangements. Please don't ever call me from the ol' 918. Never call me from the ol' 918. Christmas is here again and all I want from Santa is for things to be the way they used to be, only better, but I guess I'll have to settle for just loving all the things that I still have.
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Howard, Son of Howard
01:53
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I got this dog of mine waiting home for me. I gotta keep employed... I'm kinda losing my mind! I gotta get off of this planet somehow! Gonna start by leaving this town! This is really quite nice and all, but I- This is really quite nice and all, but I need to see just a bit beyond what a library card can show me, can show me! A bag of wine and a book of matches. A sleeping bag and some rolling tobacco. No more sweating grease in the back of a restaurant kitchen- clock in, smoke break, smoke break, smoke break, smoke- I gotta get off of this planet somehow! Gonna start by leaving this town! Three... two... one... blast off!
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Trying So Hard
03:09
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Sleeping in my sweaters underneath all the the blankets with a space heater aimed at my head, wondering exactly what awaits in the morning when I get myself up out of bed. Can't you see I'm trying so hard? Life with no credit card. A tombstone for the doorman- dead before dawn Black Friday, trampled down in a department chain. A pair of second-hand shoes as a kiss goodbye for a president and a curse on his name. Joe Six-Pack knows he's been hosed. Even though the price seems low, gas is still through the nose! Can't you see I'm trying? Can't you see I'm trying so hard just to not fall apart? It's just a matter of time before the night is over. My clock alarm is crying out.
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CHAZ San Diego, California
Formed in February 2005 in San Diego, California by Aaron Thornhill (guitar) with Chris Adcock (drums) and Kyle McGee (bass). Shortly after the second recording, Chris Adcock departed. After a couple shows with Michael Laughlin, Chris Mena (drums) stepped in. Matt Kelly (guitar) joined toward the end. Rebecca Nolan, Danny Munoz and Sean Fahey were also involved. Chaz mostly played in San Diego. ... more
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