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If we were cast away for a couple of days,
I would be the first to perish.
So like a cannibal, take my sugar-loaded flesh.
You'll find I'm sweeter after death.
I have come to terms, we are mere mortals.
I am a novelty of modern science.
I am a living desert island.
Without that shot to keep me in control,
Into the sunset let me go.
I have come to terms, we are mere mortals.
May think it's funny to say these words,
but when the time comes, you'll be glad you heard
Desert Island.
May think it really is quite absurd,
but when I'm dead in your arms, you'll be glad you heard
Desert Island.
So go and leave what's left where the sand meets the surf.
I always was so slick and dry.
I really think that's where I'll find the best rest.
So I lived, so shall I die.
I have come to terms, we are mere mortals.
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It is never charming, it is never calming,
Do not ask me if I am OK.
Sets my mind off, a-spinning,
looking for some issues for your tissues.
Am I sitting pretty? I don't know.
Am I sitting pretty in the dark?
Someone help me find real problems.
You know I see something coming up on the horizon.
It is no mere phobia, it is full-fledged hypochondria.
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I'm sorry, guess I must be worse as a friend than an enemy.
I warned you, but you wouldn't see, it's real easy to hate me.
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I'm so sick of dead-weight friends. Can you hold up your end?
Or will you just be another of those people I have to run to the rescue of?
Just another person I have to address by name.
Please don't introduce me.
Coffee promises and petty goodbyes.
I'm not shy, I'm just avoiding your eyes.
Oh, misanthropic me, I'm not feeling all that friendly.
Get away from me, I don't care if we know the same folk.
Just another person I'll pretend not to know.
Young and able under the table, that's as far as it goes.
If our only connection is sexual tension, I don't want to know
who you are, why you're here, where you live, if it's near,
what you do, who you love, if you screw with a glove.
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There's a girl in the seat right next to him and her hair smells sweet--
He's falling in love again... Not again.
There's a guy in the car right next to her and their eyes keep meeting in this moment fleeting.
But they're far too scared of dying alone to ever do anything about it.
Can you build a lasting love in time to die?
Who will tend the nest and lay you down to rest?
Who will sob in kerchiefs dressed in Sunday best?
There's a guy on the train looking out at the rain
And she can feel her heart melting again... Not again.
Well he don't know why but she gave him the eye
and his heart bruised his ribs and he started to cry. Don't be shy.
But they're far too scared of dying alone to ever do anything about it.
Tell each other, say that they're the only one
You'll need when you feel lonely again.
Tell each other, say that they're the one salvation
When you're feeling drowned by desperation.
You'll feel better to walk away. It's a trainwreck, so avert your gaze.
You can both pretend you can get back on track someday.
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The deed is done, I wash my hands
And contemplate the evening plans.
A taste of life don't cost too much.
I prop my spirits with a carcass crutch.
The kid is dead, the sun is low,
The road is dusty and I'm all alone.
If I could do this and get away,
I might just do this every day.
But don't the meat taste sweet.
No one'll miss them anyway, on the high road to low ends.
The bird is carved, the swine are fed,
The moon keeps secrets while the floor glows red.
A makeshift grave, not down too deep,
Just inches from a suckling teet.
A terror squeal, a grinding wheel,
A bloody package neck to the veal.
And as the fat settles on your thighs
Another red light downtown turns white.
But don't the meat taste sweet.
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I was leather struck by glue, it ruined me but stuck with you.
I was cruel, you were too. Don't mean I don't care for you.
If you'd reflect on silver sheen, then you would see how you had been.
If I was wrapped in plastic too, it woulda' just rolled offa' me.
But I'm not and I can't be. I'm hot and I'm hard to beat.
Beat back to the way things were, eat back those unkind words,
And try to make amends because you're losing all your friends.
But the past is gone...
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released July 7, 2008
