VS4

by Jack Conte

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released March 23, 2011

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Track Name: Make the Grade
Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean
I am floating past the algae,
the whale bones, so pretty,
but my body
still didn't make the grade,
still didn't make the grade.

Somewhere in the basement I once had
a good idea but I can't find it.
My mind is drawing blanks
to fill the page,
but I still won't make the grade,
still won't make the grade.

I'm regaining patience
in the better half of man,
and the stories we'll remember
are from a different hand.

Somewhere at the bottom of my brain
I just don't care and I don't want to.
But I do, anyway...
anyway, I
still won't make the grade,
still won't make the grade.

I'm regaining patience
in the better half of man,
and the stories we'll remember
are from a different hand.

Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean
I am floating past the algae,
the whale bones, so pretty,
but my body
still won't make the grade...
still won't make the grade...
still won't make the grade.
Track Name: Time of Your Life
Still searching,
still guessing,
still lurching,
but are you having the time of your life?

Still waiting,
still pacing,
still playing,
but are you having the time of your life?

Help me!
I don't know what to be anymore!

Still checking,
still chasing,
still dressing,
but are you having the time of your life?

Same faces,
same stories,
same places.

Help me!
I am salt in the sea.

Still searching,
still guessing,
still lurching,
but are you having the time of your life?
Are you having the time of your life?
Track Name: Sinking Feeling
Maybe I'll come true,
but I got this sinking feeling
that nothing's real anymore.

But I don't care, do you?
I got this sinking feeling
that nothing's real anymore.

Tell your friends about it,
maybe they'll love it, maybe they'll hate it.
You never know, it could be a lie.

You get what you choose,
and I got this sinking feeling
that nothing's real anymore.

Tell your friends about it,
maybe they'll love it, maybe they'll hate it.
You never know, it could be a lie.

Maybe I'm just blue,
but I got this sinking feeling
that nothing's real anymore.

Tell your friends about it,
maybe they'll love it, maybe they'll hate it.
You never know, it could be a lie.

Maybe I'll come true,
but I got this sinking feeling
that nothing's real anymore.
Yeah I got this sinking feeling
that nothing's real anymore.
Track Name: The Time Has Come
The time has come
for all good men
to sink or swim or die.
The boats are broke
and the bow is stuck,
and the waves are crashing high.

Oh! Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?
Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?

The time has come
for all good men
to jump or float or fly.
The cockpit cracked
and the captain croaked
and the wind is tearing by.

Oh! Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?
Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?

The time has come
for all good men
to want or wish or try.
Our brains are blank
and our bones are breaking
and the years are blowing by.

Oh! Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?
Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?
Track Name: Off With His Head
Off with his head, it's all for the best,
my eyes hang down with sorrow.
I moan and bellow for lost tomorrows,
gone away.

Off with his head, you lose what you bet.
Your will reigns down with terror,
oh feel the horror, oh see the fury
upon us all.

Lie in the sun - I keep my guard on --
cuz nothing ever comes when you expect.
Shoot all our guns, let's kill off our sons!
We've too much time,
and too much life,
too many precious days.

Off with his head, it's all for the best.
Your will reigns down with terror,
oh feel the horror, oh see the fury
upon us all.

Lie in the sun - I keep my guard on --
cuz nothing ever comes when you expect.
Shoot all our guns, let's kill off our sons!
We've too much time,
and too much life,
too many precious days.

Off with his head, it's all for the best,
my eyes hang down with sorrow.
I moan and bellow for lost tomorrows,
gone away.
Track Name: Long Long Time Ago
He lived down by the farmhouse
where the stray cats sleep at night,
just a deck of cards,
two fold out chairs,
and the ghost of his wife.
And the devil lived in his doorway,
kept out the love and hope.
He lived a long, long, long time,
a long time ago.

He lost one yellow Sunday,
when he reached into his throat
and pulled out all the people
that he had been
and tried to choke.
But together they overwhelmed him,
and he couldn't help but explode.
He lost a long, long, long time,
a long time ago.


Asked a man in town,
and they said he's lawless.
Said he was strange, and he was all alone.
No place to go,
he went up in smoke.

Well he left in a hurry
when the cops kicked in his door.
He jumped out the second story,
limped down the road
and hijacked a car.
He stuck his head out the broken window,
and he howled like the devil's own.
He left a long, long, long time,
a long time ago.

Asked a man in town,
and they said he's lawless.
Said he was strange, and he was all alone.
No place to go,
he went up in smoke.

He flew right past the border,
he ditched the car and dyed his hair.
He took out his deck of cards
for a couple last rounds
of solitaire,
and he slept just like a baby,
though the night was hard and cold.
He flew a long, long, long time,
a long time ago.

When he passed through the devil's doorway,
well he knew just where he was.
He threw back his head and howled
as he resigned himself
to dust.
And they found him in the Rio Fuerte.
His body was still afloat.
He passed a long, long, long time,
a long time ago.
Track Name: Mercenary
If you don't want to,
then you don't have to.
If you don't need it,
then just don't take it.
We are the mercenaries,
the revolution babies.

You take the one road,
and I'll take the other.
You take the payload,
and I'll duck and cover.
We are the mercenaries,
the revolution babies.

Mercenary.
Mercenary.

We got a switchblade,
they got machine guns.
We got sore legs,
and they're coming to get us.
We are the mercenaries,
the revolution babies.

We are the mercenaries,
the revolution babies.

If you don't want to, then you don't have to.

Mercenary.
Mercenary.
Track Name: Away
Away we go,
away we float.
Time to lift away.

Away we rise,
away we fly.
Time to drift away.

And time will tell if all is real.
Time's been right all my life,
through all my mistakes.
Time to slip away.

Away we burn,
away we turn.
Time to lift away.

Away we rise,
away we fly.
Time to drift away.

And time will tell if all is real.
Time's been right all my life,
through all my mistakes.
Time to slip away.

Away we go,
away we float.
Time to lift away
Track Name: Only Dreaming
Drink this holy water,
it will make you better.
You're okay,
you're only dreaming.

Keep me where I'm happy.
I don't care what's happening.
I'm okay,
I'm only dreaming.

I don't care
what's in my input.
No...

Breathing underwater.
It feels so much better.
I'm okay,
I'm only dreaming.

I don't care
what's really happening.
No...

Drink this holy water,
it will make you better.
You're okay,
you're only dreaming.

I don't care
what's in my input!
No...
Track Name: Get it Out
It might be rage.
It might be bait.
It's everyday.

Get it out!
Get it out!
Somehow I got to get it out!
Get it out!
You know I got to get it out!
Get it out!
Somehow I got to!

It might be haste.
It might be pace.
It's everyday.

Get it out!
Get it out!
Somehow I got to get it out!
Get it out!
You know I got to get it out!
Get it out!
Somehow I got to!
Track Name: I Would Be Happy
I don't see you.

I would be happy
just to see you raw
with nothing to hide your face,
nothing to set the stage.

I would be happy
just to see you plain.
You can throw out the box.
You don't need it at all.

I don't see you.

I would be happy
just to have you here.
We don't need plans at all,
we don't need painted walls.

I would be happy
just to see you raw.
Nothing to hide your fears,
better to see you clear.

I don't see you.

Nothing to hide your face,
nothing to set the stage.

I would be happy just to see you raw...
I would be happy just to see you raw...
I would be happy just to see you raw...
Track Name: I Wonder Where the Moments Go
I wonder where the moments go.
I wonder when I got so old.
I still remember the tree house
and playing in the snow.
Oh I wonder where those moments all go.
I wonder when we really start.
No, not the brain and not the heart.
There must be a measurable moment
when we come out of the dark.
Oh I wonder when we all really start.
This could be the only life that I ever know - ever know!
So breathe in deep, and hold on tight!
Kids we’re in for a ride.
I wonder where the moments go
after all the stars explode.
When culture and history and nature
disappear in a black hole,
oh I wonder where those moments will go.
This could be the only life that I ever know - ever know!
So breathe in deep, and hold on tight!
Kids we’re in for a ride.
I wonder where the moments go,
and can’t we have a little more?
Take a hand,
hold it tight,
oh what a beautiful ride.
And at the tail end of the show,
I wonder where the moments go.
At the tail end of the show,
I wonder where the moments go.
Track Name: Mister Money Bags
Mister Money Bags,
I’m desperate and I’m poor.
Mister Money Bags,
you know I hate to ask for more,
but I’m living on the street
without a thing to eat.
Oh Mister Money Bags,
could you spare some change for me?
Mister Money Bags,
you’re fat and you’re content.
Oh Mister Money Bags,
your money’s poorly spent:
you bought a palace to hoard your glee,
you bought a whore to spill your seed.
Oh Mister Money Bags,
could you spare some change for me?
Somehow he’ll find a way to
buy his way through the eye of the needle.
Mister Money Bags, you dog, you scoundrel, you weasel.
Mister Money Bags!
I’m broke and I’m alone.
Mister Money Bags,
all my gold has turned to stone,
and the roads are all too steep,
and the water’s all to deep.
Oh Mister Money Bags,
could you spare some change for me?
Somehow he’ll find a way to
buy his way through the eye of the needle.
Mister Money Bags, you dog, you scoundrel, you weasel.
Mister Money Bags!
I’ve been out here for a week.
Good Mister Money Bags,
without shoes on my feet.
And now my throat’s too cold to speak,
and my heart’s too cold to beat.
Please Mister Money Bags,
kind Mister Money Bags,
dear Mister Money Bags,
could you spare some change for me?
Track Name: Push It
You wait for the day
that you won’t have to wait.
You won’t have to fight.
You’ll lift and you’ll fly
though space and time,
though stars and lights,
through rocks and ice.
But the lollipop parade
will march you past the pain,
and push you through the night.
It’ll lift you nice and high
through space and time,
through stars and lights,
through rocks and ice.
Push it! Push it!
Oh! Push it! Oh!
And the sun will rise again,
shine light and hope
on the hearts of men
who brace for fate... wait... wait!
WAIT!
Push it! Push it!
Oh! Push it! Push it! Oh!
And I hope it’s good to you.
I hope it’s warm and true.
You never left this Earth.
I still feel you.
I feel you.