Revolution

Working too little
or way too much.
Life's gotten boring
makes me wanna give up.

My politics got useless
my thoughts feel wrong.
This don't feel fuckin blind,
yeah it just feels fuckin gone.

This world has taught me something
I wanna teach me something.
When my mouth goes open
I swear it's filled with nothing.

What have i got left inside of me?
It's whats always inside of me,
I got myself left inside of me,
Tear myself open so I can see.

I'll sing I'll sing,
I'll sing a pretty song.
I'll sing I'll sing,
I'll sing a pretty song.
I'll sing I'll sing,
I'll sing a pretty song.
but I'm no fucking bird,
I'm no fucking bird!

This world has taught me something
I wanna teach me something.
When my mouth goes open
I swear it's filled with nothing.

What have i got left inside of me?
It's whats always inside of me,
I got myself left inside of me,
Tear myself open so I can see.

This don't feel blind 
but it feels like something,
When my mouth goes open
I swear it's filled with nothing.

There's nothing left inside of me.
I got myself left inside of me.
(Miller)


Moving Pictures

Now that i know so much about the movies
what am i gonna do with the rest of my life
everybody seems to want to settle down in one place
i feel like i just woke up somewhere else

go to bed when the sun is rising
sleep is just another waste of time
eight hours is over-rated
even more and i'm so mistaken

the ceiling looks the same no matter where i go
they've all lost their charm so long ago
the ceiling looks the same as it did yesterday
these walls haven't changed in any way

now that i know so much about the movies
what am i gonna do with the rest of my life
everybody seems to wanna settle down in once place
i feel like i just woke up somewhere else

now that i've seen so many movies
have i begun to act just like they do
and if i see myself in pictures
i guess i'm moving too.

(Lember)

Again

you're staring down the pacific coast
while the atlantic's the only sight that i know
i wish you'd write to me again
you can't remember what it feels like to be friends
i guess it's cuz we always wished for more
we should have kissed but we never had the nerve

i still don't know what you want from me
will i ever see you again
will you ever talk to me again
one year has felt more like ten

do you remember what we did three years ago
there was so much that we didn't even know
we didn't have any better destination
you fell asleep in the parking lot out of frustration
and i still wish i knew what you thought
she said she loved you and you fell apart

i still don't know what you want from me
will i ever see you again
will you ever talk to me again
one year has felt more like ten

i wrote too many letters returned with just two notes
i tore them both apart before you even left the coast
if i knew i was never gonna see you again
i would have kept them to remember being friends
memories get lost and friends never wait around
i wish i knew three years ago the things you tell me now

i still don't know what you want from me
will i ever see you again
will i ever talk to you again
one year has felt more like ten
you're staring down the pacific coast 
while the atlantic's the only sight that i know
i wish you'd write to me again
you can't remember what it feels like to be friends
(Lember)


Moving

Moving to a new state,
united and of the mind.
Diners and turnpikes,
I've left far behind.

The Jersey shore calls in waves
but that's so obvious.
And all our old relations,
go on without us.

There is no sand
to bury up to our necks.
So instead we dig into jobs
and landlords, responsibility's a wreck

like the relations
that go on without us.
as if they're the ones moving,
as if motion is a must.

I finally got a phone line,
and I didn't even call.
Cause wires can't be trusted,
they make the space seem like nothing at all.

So I see I'm always moving
and that motion in a must.
And the jersey shore, it calls in waves,
but that's so obvious.
(Miller)

Further Gone

Sometimes you see colors,
Sometimes your shodow starts to move,
If your world too black and white
that you've got nothing to lose?

And i tell you I'm not gonna sit by anymore
and I tell you I'm not gonna sit by anymore.

stick that paper on your tongue
feel it seep in so much fun.
I see you slip further away
Your getting further gone each day.

And I tell you I'm not gonna sit by anymore
watch you die, just a little bit more.
I don't want to  leave
but I'm more afraid to stay.
You're getting further gone each day.

You promised me that this would be the last time,
but everytime i start to feel safe again
you tell me once more is not a crime.
Is it a crime that I don't want to be your friend?

And I tell you I'm not gonna sit by anymore
watch you die, just a little bit more.
I don't want to  leave
but I'm more afraid to stay.
You're getting further gone each day.

And you said that was the last time,
you promised that would be the last time,
that I watch you die each day.
(Miller)

Backwards Then
And after the snowstorm
has told you where to carry me,
Stand up on the lighthouse 
and tell them where to bury me.

Shine a light on the shore
a beacon in my name
Mark off that plot of soil
through the sleet and through the rain.

Underground I can think and plan
about what the world really means.
Make the plot of the story 
that know one ever reads.

Tell me about the end,
at least tell me if there ever was an end.
Tell me about the end,
at least tell me if there ever was an end.
Tell me about the end,
at least tell me if there ever was an end.
Tell me about the end,
at least tell me if there really was an end.

Make the plot of a story
that knowone ever reads.
Underground i can think and plan
about what the world really means.

Mark off that plot of soil 
though the sleet and through the rain.
Shine a light on the shore
a beacon in my name.

Stand up on the lighthouse
and tell them where to bury me.
And after the snowstorm
has told you where to carry me.


Five Days a Week

It's the only job in town
it's the only place to go.
Everything is hideous
and they keep the prices low.

Supply me with this uniform,
one shirt is all I get.
I'm not gonna wash it
and it's not cuz I forget.

The colors start to fade
it's the green they'll never buy.
Dirty feet five days a week
with thirty minutes left to eat.

It's not me, it just my shirt, 
I only smell this way at work.
It's not me, it just my shirt, 
I only smell this way at work.
It's not me, it just my shirt, 
I only smell this way at work.
It's not me, it just my shirt, 
I only smell this way at work.
(Lember/Miller)

202/31

It's always daytime here,
on the highway.
Route 31
Route 202.

And in the middle of the night 
when we pretend not to fight.
And in the middle of the night 
when we wait for the green light.

Stranded at your house
as we wait for the storm to end.
Stranded at your house
as we wait for the storm to end.

And in the middle of the night 
when we pretend not to fight.
And in the middle of the night 
when we wait for the green light.

And in the middle of the night 
when we no longer fight.
And in the middle of the night 
when we drive through the green light.

It's always daytime 
here.
(Lember)



Pennsylvannia

How's Pennsylvania?
Is that where you hide.
You always skip town,
are you even alive?
do you sill live on coffee 
and hug me for too long
and pretend i won't notice
that something has gone wrong.

just one new phone call 
so i'd know your there
i like to pretend that i never cared
i was mad now i miss
what we never had
i just hope that yr happy
cuz this is making me sad


the ride made you cry on the highway last year
now i drive it alone, it means nothing to me
the sun never sets and it's still just as bright
and i feel color blind at the same traffic light

ten degrees colder
that means winter's here
i can see my own breath
i don't recognize yours
planned to do the same
as last year
you never showed up
and everybody's here
i got just an hour
of yr precious time
that's all that i get
and then i blink
and then yr gone

the ride made you cry on the highway last year
now i drive it alone, it means nothing to me
the sun never sets and it's still just as bright
and i feel color blind at the same traffic light
(Lember)

The Third Highway Song

i still drive down the same highway
i still stare at the artificial light
it hurts my eyes
it's too bright

route 31's under constuction
route 202 won't take me to you
and you're somewhere off of 95
somewhere too far to drive

surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on
long after the rain has gone
surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on
long after you have gone...
and now we don't pretend
cuz it's all just a highway in the end

sit inside the diner and my coffee's gotten cold
and my cigarettes are gone
and the ashtray's overflown
the smoke still lingers in my car
and i know you can't be that far
the distance can't be measured in miles anymore
it's certain songs and rainy days and non menthol
so much has changed

surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on
long after the rain has gone
surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on
long after you have gone...
and now we don't pretend
cuz it's all just a highway in the end

the rain will always remind me of that night
and everytime i drive that road i wait at the same light

surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on
long after the rain has gone
surprised to find the windshield wipers are still on
long after you have gone...
and now we don't pretend
cuz it's all just a highway in the end

they're all just highways in the end
we're all just highways in the end.
(Lember/Miller)
 
Amateur

i think i fell but i'm not sure
blood on my head 
flat to the floor
stumbling thru cities
find someplace to sit down
woman is puking 
jesus' thorn for a crown

nuns on computers typing porn
can't remember much like life's been torn
got some mission
some point in this place
if he could only remember 
but memory's been erased

the cops the mafia the video big man
torturing all the way from amsterdam
electrical shock like an animal's mind
ravaged and starved
cell phone's not being kind

so he gets his gun
shooting up the whole town
runs to the country 
where he knows they'll be found
finds his fear's got a new life
got him a saint
forgot him a wife

got some mission
some point in this place
if he could only remember
but memory's been erased
police shoot guns
they don't understand
down on her knees
yes, she knows this man
she knows this man.
(Miller)

umass song

what does this girl want from me
is it the same thing that i was thinking
well i don't know, but what have you been drinking
cuz there's a lack of communication
yr on a permanent vacation
from me...

there's this place where i go, so i can be alone
and it's much better than sitting here at home
cuz i'd rather talk to someone than think by myself
and i'd rather have a friend than beg someone for help
but it's hard to say these things to just anyone
cuz they never really care
they just watch me til i'm done

what does this girl want from me
i'm not sure if she ever knew
and is it the same thing as you
well i don't even know
and that was so long ago
and she just wants me to go

far away from her 
and further from my friends
or the lack of friends i have
or my countdown to the end
of this non-existant fight
and i really think i might
tell it all to you instead of staying up all night
wishing there was someone to listen to me
just one time
but no one really cares
i guess it's all in my mind

i've come to the conclusion after all of this time
that a good friend's impossible to find

and i've come to the conclusion after all of this time
that a good friend's impossible
not possible
impossible...to find
and i've come to the conclusion
that my best friend
my best friend's in my mind

what does this girl want from me
is it the same thing that i was thinking?
(Lember)

things that aren't really there

the spiderwebs in the corner
after ages they fall
crumbling and twisting
becoming dust on the wall
they fade and they weaken
becoming one with the paint
like a church, a god, a religion, or a saint.

and i find that i can't just sit and believe
my breath comes out short
pushing the world through a sieve
my friends, my family, politics, and god
i just can't have blind faith
i just cannot hide the fact that i'm weak
cannot speak of these things
and the truth that they carry
and the sight that they might bring
to me, i try, get down on my knees
my hands just go in prayer

but i just stumble over things...that aren't really there
i just stumble over things, i just stumble over things...
that aren't really there.
(miller)



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