Super Sexy Space Station

by The Motor Tom

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released March 1, 2016

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Track Name: Left Out
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I lied but I had to
I'm sorry that my silence manifests as an emotional crutch

I'm sorry, but "sorry" belies what I have to do to keep you safe
I'm sorry that I'm sorry and I'm sorry I say "sorry" so goddamn much

Uh-oh uh-oh lord-a-mercy gotta let me in
Uh-oh uh-oh lord-a-mercy gotta let me in

'Cause I don't wanna be left out
I don't wanna get burned, I don't wanna get burned and I don't wanna be

Stupid or marginalized as a retard
Though admittedly I'm naturally just dumb to always be wrong
I'm a daydreamer
Slippin' away to have a sun-beam daydream, or something lazy,
But lately, baby, lately I've been feelin' I've been dreamin' too long, too long, too long

Uh-oh uh-oh lord-a-mercy gotta let me in
Uh-oh uh-oh lord-a-mercy gotta let me in

'Cause I don't wanna be left out
I don't wanna be left out
I don't wanna be left out
Or kicked around, honey,
No I don't wanna get burned, I don't wanna get burned and I don't wanna be

So sorry, baby...
Track Name: Searching
I’ve been chasing you since second one
You’ve been running ever since you could run

I still feel guilty about leaving you
I still feel guilty about leaving you

I’ve said “I’m sorry” in so many songs
Given the impression that’s where “sorry” belongs

I still feel guilty about leaving you
I still feel guilty about leaving you

I’ve been searching, I’ve been searching,
I’ve been searching
For a manly way to say “I really fucked up yesterday.”
I’ve been searching, I’ve been searching,
I’ve been searching
For a manly way to say “I really fucked up yesterday,
And lately, everything’s my fault.”

Finding conundrums in the simplest things
Looking up solutions when the doorbell rings

I still feel guilty about leaving you
I still feel guilty about leaving you

I’ve been searching, I’ve been searching,
I’ve been searching
For a manly way to say “I really fucked up yesterday.”
I’ve been searching, I’ve been searching,
I’ve been searching
For a manly way to say “I really fucked up yesterday,
And lately, everything’s my fault.”
Track Name: Reaching for a Gun
Every breath is different
All the air is gone
Every second that we spend breathing
Is another breath we’ve wasted time on
Staying is a form of surrender
Leaving is a form of defeat
Whitman and Sinatra,
Larry David’s mantra
And Woody Allen stalking the street

Reaching for a Gun
Reaching for a Gun
Reaching for a Gun

Took the 5 to Atlantic
To see what they say is a team
We ‘99 Believers have had about enough of those who
Wouldn’t know The Glove from The Dream

Hurried back to Manhattan
On that quintessential Manhattan line
And thought about the reasons it hasn’t been electric
In the Garden since Van Gundy resigned

Reaching for a Gun
Reaching for a Gun
Reaching for a Gun

Beauty in the eyes of the homeless
Silence as a source of alarm
A New Yorker’s sense of safety can hardly be distinguished
From a notion that even fear has its charm

Reaching for a Gun
Reaching for a Gun
Reaching for a Gun
Track Name: Real Life
Tell me that you wanna be loved
You’ll be loved, you’ll be loved, you’ll be loved

Show me how you need it to feel
It will feel how it feels to be loved

Summer 1978
A new love has arrived from LA

He meets her at the terminal gate
Right on time at TWA – TWA

So you say you wanna get a taste of
Real life
So you say you wanna get a taste of
Real life

Tell me that you wanna be loved
You’ll be loved, you’ll be loved by me

Show me how you need it to feel
It will feel how it feels to be free

Summer of 2010
A new love has arrived once again

A sudden unsolicited sound
Brings to light a new-found and mysterious emotional high

So you say you wanna get a taste of
Real life
So you say you wanna get a taste of
Real life

Tell me that you wanna be loved (aaahh ch-ch-ch)
Tell me that you wanna be loved (aaahh ch-ch-ch)
Tell me that you wanna be loved (aaahh ch-ch-ch)
Tell me that you wanna be loved

Tell me that you wanna be loved / So you say you wanna…..
Track Name: Fucked Up World
I can feel the party winding down
I can feel my heart hit the ground
Hey!

I can feel the pressure building up
I can see the bottom of that red, red cup

And that’s when she said
“We’ve been living in a fucked up world for a long time”
She said she’s not responsible for my happiness

Her little fucked up world is paralyzed
Her little fucked up heart is beating, beating
Her little fucked up world is paralyzed by the panic of connection

I can feel the party winding down
I can feel my heart hit the ground
Hey!

I can feel the pressure building up
I can see the bottom of that red, red cup

And that’s when she said
“We’ve been living in a fucked up world for a long time”
She said she’s not responsible for my happiness

Her little fucked up world is paralyzed
Her little fucked up heart is beating, beating
Her little fucked up world is paralyzed by the panic of connection

Her little fucked up world
His little fucked up mind
Their little fucked up hearts
This little fucked

Her little fucked up world is paralyzed
Her little fucked up heart is beating, beating
Her little fucked up world is paralyzed by the panic of connection
Track Name: Eye On You
Get another life if the life you have ain't workin' good right now
Get another job if the job you got is jobbin' you too hard right now
Get another boy if the boy you got ain't lookin' good right now
Get another life if the life you lead ain't leadin' you to him right now

I've got to keep an eye on you
It was decided once you had confided
That you keep an eye on me, too

Get another love if the love you got ain't lovin' you right now
Get another place if the place you got ain't lookin' too good to you right now
Get another life if the life you have ain't lookin' good to you right now
Get another face if the face you got ain't lookin' good to you right now

I've got to keep an eye on you
It was decided once you had confided
That you keep an eye on me, too
Track Name: I'm Just Scared
I'm not bleeding half my life away
I'm not dippin' no sinners' heads backwards into the river

No baby's hair in the sink
Limited Resources, Inc.

I'm not bleeding half my life away
Over nothing

I'm just scared I'm gonna lose you

I'm not bleeding half my life away
I'm not dippin' no sinners' heads backwards into the river

Multiple hair-dos this week
And my outlook on progress is bleak


I'm not bleeding half my life away
Over nothing

I'm just scared I'm gonna lose you
Track Name: Bye, Bye Brooklyn
If I could fingerpaint where life has gone
I'd hand into my teacher somethin' someone else had drawn
And when I wake up
Don't wanna wake up to the sound of children at my feet

Oh, Lafayette, wherefore your boredom grows
Oh, Lafayetee, like you I slowly decompose

And when I wake up
I wanna wake up to the sound of a rhythm in the street

That's why I'm gonna
Say "bye, bye" to Brooklyn
Take the last seat on the train
And I'm never gonna come this way again

If I could figure out where my time has gone
Perhaps I'd see my happiness was with me all along
And then I'd wake up, yeah
I'd wake up to the sound of a rhythm in the street

That's why I'm gonna
Say "bye, bye" to Brooklyn
Take the last seat on the train
And I'm never gonna come this way again
Track Name: Still Life
Showering won't do me no good
In this hot, hot summer
'Cause I'm too depressed

They call me "phony"
Why?
Because they know me
Oh!

A decent friend would be a revolution for me

Is this the life I've been given?
Is this still life?

Every breath is different now,
Just don't expect me to explain it
'Cause it's mishegas

I think I'm stupid
Why?
Because I'm stupid
Oh!

A decent song would be a real improvement for me

Is this the life I've been given?
Is this still life?
Track Name: American Kids
Maybe we were better off sticking with Camptown Races
Maybe we were better served rolling in Leaves of Grass
Maybe we were plenty bad firin' at fifteen paces

But all I know is that we're all

Slowly dyin'
American kids

Chasing after Seferoth, loitering at HMV
Taking more than we deserve, cheating of the geeks in class
Paying bread to catch 'em, tell me was just me you or was it the thing to do?


But all I know is that we're all

Slowly dyin'
American kids

Dreams of power, schemes and plans
Remind me of the better days

Slowly dyin'
American kids
Track Name: Not Complaining, But...
Have a tendency to be self-defeating
It's getting hard to keep this heart from bleeding
The clearer my reflection the faster it grows dim
If I turned into a lighthouse the navalcade had better learn to swim

There's something hypocritical about loving New York
Sweetness on the plate but poison on the fork
As one nice thing arises two better things must fall
But it's alright, Ma! I'm only bleeding after all

I'm not complaining, but...

Nearly thirty days after the second tower fell
We had to walk to school trying to ignore the smell
And nearly thirty years I've spent now trying to deny
That I was born short and I'm gonna die shy, that's why

I'm not complaining, but...