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Adrift again 2000 man
You lost your maps, you lost the plans
Did you hear them yell
"Land, damnit, land?"
You say you can't well I hope you can -
I hope you can
How's it goin', 2000 man?
Welcome back to solid ground, my friend
I heard all your controls were jammed
Well it's just nice to have you back again
But I guess they still don't understand
And they can never understand
And they said go find 2000 man
And they said tell him we've got new plans
But instead I'm here to tell you friend
I believe they want you to give in
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
(Did you love this world
And this world not love you?)
(Did you love this world
And this world not love you?)
(Did you love this world
And this world not love you?)
(Did you love this world
And this world not love you?)
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
(Did you love this world
And this world not love you?)
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
(Did you love this world
And this world not love you?)
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
(Did you love this world
And this world not love you?)
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
(Did you love this world
And this world not love you?)
(Did you love this world?)
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Are you givin' in, 2000 man?
Don't give in, 2000 man
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Hewlett's daughter
Loved her father
And I think she loved me too
For a little while
Hewlett's daughter
I forgot her
Now I'm treating water
And waste at night
High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and glaciers
I spy below the mess
And measure the pressure
Where sofas float on roads
And somebody stole your guns
Well, sir, I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son
High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and dressers
With Crash United sewn
On all of my dress shirts
They firefell the roads
And somebody stole your guns
Well, sir, I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son
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Last night something pretty bad happened
We lost a friend
All shocked and broken
Shutdown, exploded
Jeddy 3 is what we first called him
Then it was Jed
Now Jed's system's dead
Therefore so's Jed
We assembled him in the kitchen
Made out of this and
Made out of that and
Whatever was at hand
When we finished Jed we were so proud
We celebrated
We congratulated
At what we'd created
Jed could run or walk, sing or talk and
Compile thoughts and
Solve lots of problems
We learned so much from him
A couple years went by something happened
We gave Jed less attention
We had new inventions
Left for conventions
Jed had found booze and drank every drop
He fizzled and popped
He rattled and knocked
And finally he just stopped
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Should never have left the crystal lake
For parties full of folks who flake
Italian leather winter games
Retired by the duraflames
The crystal lake it only laughs
It knows you're just a modern man
It's shining like a chandelier
Shining somewhere far away from here
I've gotta get out of here...
And find my way again
I've lost my way again
Should never have left the crystal lake
For areas where trees are fake
And dogs are dead with broken hearts
Collapsing by the coffee carts
The crystal lake it only laughs
It knows you're just a modern man
It's shining like a chandelier
Shining somewhere far away from here
I've gotta get out of here...
And find my way again
I've lost my way again
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Yeah I traded laughs,
In for chartsengrafs
But all that's only fun,
Until evening comes
Your guess is as good as mine,
As to just what kind
Of trouble I might find,
Tonite out of my...
Uh oh
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I want to sleep
Underneath the weeping willow
As it cries all night quietly
It's tears all around me
I'll sleep there so soundly
Until I'm allowed finally
To wake and be happy again
To wake and be happy again
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Sit on the toaster like a rock
No need to worry ‘bout a shock
All of the microwaves are dead
Just like the salamander said
The refrigerators house the frogs
The conduit is the hollow log
Broken household appliance national forest
Air conditioners in the woods
Broken household appliance national forest
Mud and metal mixing good
Meadows resemble showroom floors
Owls fly out of oven doors
Stream banks are lined with vacuum bags
Flowers reside with filthy rags
A family of deer were happy that
The clearing looked like a laundry mat
Broken household appliance national forest
Air conditioners in the woods
Broken household appliance national forest
Mud and metal mixing good
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I guess before Jed left he wrote some poems
He didn't write 'em for anyone in particular
I suppose I can show you guys one
Okay, here it goes
You said I'd wake up dead drunk alone in the park
I called you a liar
But how right you were
Air-conditioned TV land, 20 grand, walk to the bank
With shakes from the night before
Staring at the tiki floor
High school wedding ring, keys are under the mats
Of all the houses here
But not the motels
I try to sing it funny like Beck, it's bringing me down
Lower than ground
Beautiful ground
Beautiful ground
Test tones and
Failed clones and
Odd parts made you
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I found your house and I saw your car
But I've no idea where you are
From the dial-a-view
Tire scraps on the federal roads
Look like crash landed crows
From the dial-a-view
Well hello, welcome to dial-a-view
To locate the area in which you wish to observe
You must program in the longitude and the latitude
For a closer, more detailed picture
Use either the zoom or the micro-zoom controls
Good luck
I dream at night
Of going home someday
Somewhere so far away
So dream alright
I know it's going to take some time
I'm going home someday
Fifteen years is almost done
And I don't recognize anyone
From the dial-a-view
My home, my friends and you
I watch them fade but what can I do
From the dial-a-view
Hello again, welcome to dial-a-view
To locate the area in which you wish to observe
You must program in the longitude and the latitude
For a closer, more detailed picture
Use either the zoom or the micro-zoom controls
Good luck
I dream at night
Of going home someday
Somewhere so far away
So dream alright
I know it's going to take some time
I'm going home someday
I dream at night
Of going home someday
Somewhere so far away
So dream alright
I know it's going to take some time
I'm going home someday
I dream at night
Of going home someday
Somewhere so far away, yeah
So dream alright
I know it's going to take some time
I'm going home someday
I dream
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So you'll aim toward the sky
And you'll rise high today
Fly away
Far away
Far from pain
Hello again
Welcome to dial-a-view
To locate a bunch of stuff
Um
Press a bunch of buttons
And good luck, again
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Modesto, CA’s influential indie-rock group Grandaddy celebrates the 20th-anniversary of their classic second LP, 2000’s The Sophtware Slump with a brand-new solo piano recording of the album by principal songwriter Jason Lytle. The candid arrangements reveal new layers of meaning embedded in The Sophtware Slump’s melancholy and touching vision of the future. With a meticulous yet scruffy sound that continues to draw comparisons to a post-millennial OK Computer - and which Pitchfork called a “sad, quaint, low-key Y2K-era classic” - The Sophtware Slump, now heard as a solo piano album, is a chance to let the songwriting shine. This is not a record made up of demos or rough sketches; it is a shadow sibling to a record that inspired a generation in the earliest days of the 21st century.
released November 20, 2020
Written and recorded by Jason Lytle
Mixed with loads of help from Robert Cheek
Mastered by Mark Chalecki
