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Jack's Mannequin Album


Everything In Transit (08/23/2005)
08/23/2005
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Lonely For Her (iTunes bonus track)
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She thinks I'm much too thin
She asks me if I'm sick
What's a girl to do with friends like this?
She lets me drive her car
So I can score an eighth
From the lesbians out west in Venice
Oh California in the Summer
Ah and my hair is growing long
Fuck yeah we can live like this

But if you left it up to me
Everyday would be a holiday from real
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
We'd fry our brains and say it's so much fun
Out here
But when it's all over
I'll come back for another year

I'll look for work today
I'm spilling out the door
I put my glasses on so no one sees me
I never thought that I'd be living on your floor
But the rents are high and L.A.'s easy
Oh, it's a picture of perfection
Ah, and the postcards gonna read
And Fuck yeah we can live like this
We can live like this

But if you left it up to me
Everyday would be a holiday from real
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
We'd fry our brains and say it's so much fun
Out here
But when it's all over
I'll come back for another year

Hey Madeline
You sure look fine
You wore my favorite sweater
Being poor was never better
A safety buzz
Some cheap red wine
Oh, the trouble we can get in
So let's screw this one up right

But if you left it up to me
Everyday would be a holiday from real
We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun
We'd fry our brains and say it's so much fun
Out here
But when it's all over
I'll come back for another year
When it's all over
I'll come back for another
When it's all over
I'll come back for another year

. . .


This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking about what I've given up

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
It was you I was thinking of

I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
I'm Retracing ever step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of

A can't get to you
I can't get to you
I can't get to you, you, you

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'll conduct a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you track by track
I swear to God this mix could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of
It was you I was thinking of

And where are you now?
(And where are you now?)
And where are you now?
(And where are you now?)

And this is my mixed tape for her
It's like I wrote every note with my own fingers

. . .


I've got my things, I'm good to go
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's done
We stood like statues at the gate
Vacation's come and gone too late
There's so much sun where I'm from
I had to give it away, had to give you away
And we spent four days on an island
At your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell
Perfect

Hours pass
And she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised
Bruised
Don't fly fast
Oh, pilot can you help me
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
'Cause every inch you see is
Bruised

I lace my Chucks
I walk the aisle
I take my pills
The babies cry
All I hear
Is what's playing through the in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I've ever heard that made me
Want to stay
Is what's playing through the in-flight radio
And I
I am
Finally waking up

Hours pass
And she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised
Bruised
Don't fly fast
Oh, pilot can you help me
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
'Cause every inch you see is
Bruised

So read your books
But stay out late some nights, some nights
And don't think that you
Can't stop by the bar
You haven't shown your face here
Since the bad news
I'm here 'til close, with fingers crossed
Each night 'cause your place isn't far
And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah

She still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised
Bruised
Don't fly fast
Oh, pilot can you help me
Can you make this last?
This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
'Cause every inch you see is
Bruised, bruised, bruised

. . .


[And today was a day just like any other]

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge
Unraveling with every word
With every word you say, make me believe
That I won't feel your tires on the street
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

I come undone, oh yes, I do
Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you
And every word you say, say something sweet
Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

Well I'm ready, I'm ready to drop
Oh, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't stop
I'm ready so don't stop, Keep pushing
I'm ready to fall, oh, I'm ready
I'm ready so don't call, I'm ready so don't call

I am aware, I've been misled
I disconnect my heart, my head
Don't wanna recognize when things go bad
The things that you'll accept
Except that I am finding the words... to say

I'm ready, I'm ready to drop
Oh oh oh oh oh, I'm ready
I'm ready so don't stop
I'm ready so don't stop

[I wake up to find it's another
Four aspirin morning, and I dive in
I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.
When did society decide that we had to change
And wash a tee shirt after every individual use:
If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.
I take the stairs to the car
And there's fog on the windows.
(And I'm Fighting the words...)
I need caffeine in my blood stream,
I take caffeine in the blood stream.
I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:
(And you're getting away...)
My life has become a boring pop song
And everyone's singing along.]

Well, I'm ready, to drop, well, I'm ready
I'm ready so don't stop, oh
Well, keep pushing, I'm ready to fall
Well, I'm ready, I'm ready so don't call
I'm ready so don't call, oh... oh... oh...

. . .


Guess what, I'm done writing you songs
You give up your job at the bank
Proving money's not fun when you're gone
So this is the first verse
It's not very long
But I'm ready to move on

Guess what, I'm done writing your book
The ending got twisted around
But for all of the hell that it took
The electrical wires
They're hung in the walls
In the room that I rent now

Well actually, I've got friends who (la la la lie)
Will help me pull through (la la la lie la la la lie)
A space man that can't get high.
I'm coming back to my girl by July.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's right.

So guess what, I'm done
Drawing you pictures.
I'm dulling the day with a drink
In a parking garage by the theatre .
We met for a movie.
Every scene was a sign.
We made out through their meaning.


Well I've got friends who (la la la lie)
Will help me pull through (la la la lie la la la lie)
The space man that can't get high.
I'm coming back to my girl by July.
Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Yeah!

Guess what I'm done
Writing you songs.
Far too unstable to settle
I doubt that the doctors are wrong.
So I'll wait by a palm tree.
A palm tree.
A palm tree.

I've got friends who who (la la la lie)
To help me pull through (la la la lie la la la lie)
A space man that can't get high.
I'm coming back to my girl by July.

Well I've got friends who (la la la lie)
Oh she'll help me pull through (la la la lie la la la lie)
The song for a long goodbye.
I'm coming back...I'm coming back to my girl. (la la la lie)
Back to my girl. (la la la lie la la la lie)
The song for a long goodbye.
I'm coming back to my girl by July.

. . .


I have. I have you
Breathing down my neck, breathing down my neck
I don't, don't know
What you could possibly expect under this condition
So I'll wait, I'll wait
For the ambulance to come, ambulance to come
Pick us up off the floor
What did you possibly expect under this condition

So slow down... this night's a
Perfect shade of dark blue, dark blue
Have you ever been alone
In a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue..
Just dark blue

This flood (this flood) is slowly rising up swallowing the ground
Beneath my feet, Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so
I'll swim (I'll swim) as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down
And now all I can see are the planets in a row
Suggesting it's best that I slow down

This night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning (burning) down
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning dark blue

We were boxing
We were boxing the stars
We were boxing (we were boxing)
You were swinging for Mars
And then the water reached the West Coast
And took the power lines (the power lines)
And it was me and you (this could last forever)
And the whole town under water
There was nothing we could do
It was dark blue

Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning (burning) down
Dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the room could be burning now there's nothing but dark blue

If you've ever been alone in the dark blue
If you've ever been alone you'll know (you'll know)

. . .


Finally
I'm letting go of all my downer thoughts
In no time there'll be one less sad robot
Looking for a chance to be something more than just metal
Now I'm going part time
With a film projectionist
And she's the vinyl queen
From my surfer dream
She likes the beach boys more than radio metal
And she's so good
But, she's no good for me

Miss Delaney
What's the matter?
You waited by the window
(You waited by the window)
I waited by the door
Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?

It's not that everyday
Everyday is coming up with the green grass
But the time's passed
When I think of you
Whenever I'm at dinner

Finally
I've found someone to dull this lovely scene
I don't spend my nights searching
For earthquakes
It's biblical how fucked my sleep can be
But she won't sleep with me

Miss Delaney
What's the matter?
You waited by the window
(You waited by the window)
I waited by the door
Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?

From here you can't find everything
Arin, I
Would never lie to you

Miss Delaney (Miss Delaney)
What's the matter?
You waited by the window
And I was kicking down your door
Miss Delaney
Where's your boyfriend?
(Where's your boyfriend)
He isn't up in heaven
So why treat him like he's dead?
Miss Delaney

. . .


Oh my God, this hurts like hell
I had that dream again
Where I was lost for good in outer space
So tell me, doctor, how to shake
A waking nightmare
That is only worse when I am sleeping

Kill the messenger
I swear it's not me
It's just someone I used to know
And get to church 'cause you're a good girl
And I never told you that
And all I need from you
Could be the thing that leaves us both up here forever
I'm gonna send a little rain your way
I'm gonna send a little rain

It's not so easy caving in
I walked by your apartment
Twice today while you were gone at work
And all the colors got so dim
It's not as cold out here
But come quick, I am losing feeling

Kill the messenger
I swear it's not me
It's just what I used to know
And get to church 'cause you're a good girl
And I never told you that
And all I need from you
Could be the thing that leaves us both up here forever
I'm gonna send a little rain your way
I'm gonna send a little rain, send a little rain

I'm gonna send a little
Rain to pour down on you
Rain that makes the flowers bloom
Rain to leave you all alone
But keeps eyelashes falling
Your wishes washed away

Kill the messenger
I swear it's not me
It's just what I used to know
And get to church 'cause you're a good girl
And I never told you that
And all I need from you
Could be the thing that leaves us both up here forever
I'm gonna send a little rain your way
I'm gonna send a little rain
i'm gonna send a little rain your way

. . .


Two to one
Static to the sound of
You and I undone
For the last time
And there this was
Hiding at the bottom
Of your swimming pool
Some September
Don't you think
I wish that I could stay?
Your lips give you away

I can hear it
A jet engine
Through the center of the storm
And I'm thinking I'd
Prefer not to be rescued

Two to none
Roads that lead away from this
I'm following myself
Just this once
And I got spun
It appears you're spun as well
It happens when you pay attention
Or this could take all year

But when it's quiet
Does she hear me?
Jettisoned to the center of the storm
And I'm thinking I'd prefer not to be rescued
And Oh, I can feel her
She's dying just to keep me cold
And I'm finally numb
So please don't get me rescued
Rescued

And it's unclear
But this may be my last

I, I can tell
She's raising hell
To give to me
She got me warm
So please don't get me rescued
And oh say you'll miss me
One last time
And I'll be strong
Whatever you do
Please don't get me rescued

'Cause I'm feeling like
I might need to be near you
And I feel alright
So please don't get me rescued

. . .


I swim across an ocean
It's my matress in the basement
I'm sweatin' out excuses
That would make your stomach turn
The road we drove last night
Stretched from the desert
To Las Vegas
We filled our cups and lit one up
The snow began to burn

Maybe
We were made
We were made for each other
Is it possible
For the world to look this way forever?

I talked so much
I'm sure I didn't realize I'd gone crazy
Didn't catch my bloody nose
Or that my heart tried to explode
I still live with my High School friends
Some people never change at all
We're still the same impulsive drunks
We were when we were small
Someone get this man to a hospital

Maybe
We were made
We were made for each other
Is it possible
For the world to look this way forever?

And I'm, a long way
From my firework days
But I still like to burn, burn, burn
I'm always
In the haze of a car crash
The orange airbag dust covers everything
Everything

Maybe
We were made
We were made for each other
Is it possible
For the world to look this way forever?

You can breathe
You can breathe now
You can breathe
But the air is running out
You can breathe
You can breathe now
You can breathe
But the air is running out on you

You waited for me in the rain
In the parking lot
Cold hands
Lips blue
Clothes stuck to you
You could have phoned me for a ride
It's a mess out there
you said the rain's the rain
Some air'd be good for you
(You can breathe)
(You can breathe now)
Well good for you
(You can breathe)
(But the air is running out)

You get in my car
Where its warm
You cannot forget
skin new
Hands true
My hands all over you
so what's another night
The seat's rolled back, they can't see
The rain's the rain
Some air'd be good for you

You can breathe
You can breathe now
You can breathe
But the air is running out
You can breathe
You can breathe now
You can breathe
But the air is running out on you

And you walked for miles
Down the shores of California
To the coast of Mexico
Where you could hide
And no one had to know

You can breathe
You can breathe now
You can breathe
But the air is running out
You can breathe
You can breathe now
You can breathe
But the air is running out (on you now)

You can breathe
You can breathe now
You can breathe
But the air is running out
You can breathe
You can breathe now
You can breathe
But the air is running out on you
Running out on you

Maybe we were made for each other
You can breathe but the air is running out
Maybe the world could look like this forever
Maybe we were made for each other
You can breathe but the air is running out
Maybe the world will look like this forever
Maybe we were made for each other
Maybe we were made for each other
Maybe we were made for each other
We were made for each...

That's the record
Uh, I guess we'll keep talking
This tape's gonna run out soon
Then I'm gonna have to go buy more
And I'm a real procrastinator
So I probably won't do that for a while
So until the next time, uh
It's been uh... It's been... interesting
But I'm glad we have her done
Jack's Mannequin: Everything In Transit

. . .


From an empty room on the first floor
As the cars pass
By the liqour store
I deconstruct my thoughts
At this piano
And it's all that I
Can do to stay
With all the things
I didn't say to you
Before you moved across the country
And from the burning building
Where I lay
As I watch the stars
Become the day
The LA girls are lacing up their sneakers
They run the boardwalks
And the beach
This fishbowl life is all they need
It's everything I needed, too

Until I heard the news
I'll send this message through the speakers
They told me that you moved
I'll cross this country on a frequency

I am slipping through
I am slipping through
I am slipping into the airwaves
And this is nothing new
You are slipping through my fingers
And into the airwaves
The static's where you'll find me

From the corner by the studio
The gold-soaked afternoon comes slow
I deconstruct my thoughts and I am walking by
And on Third Street, the freakshow thrives
Santa Monica's alive
But something's not so right inside
Living with the news
I'll send this message through the speakers
They told me that you moved
I'll cross this country on a frequency

I am slipping through
I am slipping through
I am slipping into the airwaves
(The static's where you'll find me)
And this is nothing new
You are slipping through my fingers
And into the airwaves
Into the airwaves

So hang on
It's gonna be a hard day
So hang on
Don't panic
Don't panic there simply is no need
It's gonna be a hard day
It's gonna be a hard day
Don't panic
Don't panic we are hanging here
We are hanging here

I am slipping through
I am slipping through
I am slipping into the airwaves
(The static's where you'll find me)
And this is nothing new
You are slipping through my fingers
And into the airwaves
Into the airwaves

It's gonna be a hard day
(It's gonna be a hard day)
So hang on
Don't panic, don't panic
There simply is no need

It's gonna be a hard day
(It's gonna be a hard day)
It's gonna be a hard day
Don't panic, don't panic
We are hanging here

(It's gonna be a hard day)
We are hanging here
(It's gonna be a hard day)
We are hanging here
We are hanging here

. . .


Every time I'm thinking about
The day coming 'round
Well I'll be strong
That's the day that passes into night
And it's like I can't hold on
I can't hold on

I'm uneasy
And I'm weak in the knees
And I'm trying not to breathe
Not believing
Not believing you're gone
And that I was the one to let you

I'm so, I'm so lonely for her
I'm so, I'm so lonely for her
So lonely for her

I'm staring at the clock
But the clock doesn't talk
It just stands still
A head full of fuzz, and a puzzle
That adds up the scandal
No, I can't handle three nights
So I shudder to think
When the nights turn to weeks
Am I alright?
The comedian said that
A day without lights just...

I'm so, I'm so lonely for her
I'm so, I'm so lonely for her
I'm so lonely for her
I'm so, I'm so lonely
I'm so lonely, my one and only...

I'm so
(And when the rain comes)
I'm so lonely for her
(It'll fall and that's okay)
I'm so lonely for her, I'm so
(And when the sun comes out)
I'm so, I'm so lonely for her
(It's gonna be a beautiful day)
I'm so lonely for her
I'm so, I'm so lonely
I'm so lonely
I am so, All I know is
Why I am so lonely for her
For her

Open my window
I'm ready to live with this
And you walk by my window
You give me something to miss
White legs to the touch
Why do you hurt me so much

. . .


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