Infinity On High


  • Thriller

    Yeah, what you critics said would never happen.
    We dedicate this album to anybody, people said couldn’t make it.
    To the fans that held us down till everybody came around.
    Welcome. It’s here.
    Last summer we took threes across the board
    But by fall we were a cover story “now in stores”
    Make us poster boys for your scene
    But we are not making an acceptance speech
    I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
    Every dot com’s refreshing for a journal update
    So long live the car crash hearts
    Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
    Fix me in 45
    So long live the car crash hearts
    Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
    Fix me in 45
    I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave
    Of my hand, ‘cause that’s just the kind of boy that I am
    The only thing I haven’t done yet is die
    And it’s me and my plus one at the afterlife
    Crowds are won and lost and won again
    But our hearts beat for the diehards
    So long live the car crash hearts
    Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
    Fix me in 45
    So long live the car crash hearts
    Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
    Fix me in 45
    Long live the car crash hearts
    (Long live the car crash hearts)
    Long live the car crash hearts
    (Long live the car crash hearts)
    Long live the car crash hearts
    Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
    Fix me in 45
    [Jay Z:]
    Hehe… Woo!
    Young F-O-B.
    Let’s go.

3:29
  • The Take Over, The Breaks Over

    Baby, seasons change but people don’t.
    And I’ll always be waiting in the back room.
    I’m boring but overcompensate with
    Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.
    But don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
    Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
    Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
    Style your wake for fashion magazines.
    Widow or a divorcee?
    Don’t pretend, d-d-d-don’t pretend.
    We don’t fight fair.
    We don’t fight fair.
    They say your head can be a prison.
    Then these are just conjugal visits.
    People will dissect us till
    This doesn’t mean a thing anymore.
    Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
    Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
    Wouldn’t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
    Style your wake for fashion magazines, ohhh.
    Widow or a divorcee?
    Don’t pretend, d-d-d-don’t pretend.
    We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
    We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
    We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
    We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places
    We don’t fight fair.
    We don’t fight fair.
    We don’t fight fair.
    We don’t fight fair.
    We don’t fight fair.
    We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
    We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
    We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
    We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
    We don’t fight fair.
    With smiles on our faces.
    We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
    We don’t fight fair.
    Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
    We don’t fight fair.
    Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
    We don’t fight fair.

3:33
  • This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race

    I am an arms dealer
    Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
    And don’t really care which side wins
    As long as the room keeps singing
    That’s just the business I’m in, yeah
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    I’m not a shoulder to cry on
    But I digress
    I’m a leading man
    And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
    Oh so intricate
    I’m a leading man
    And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
    Oh so intricate
    I wrote the gospel on giving up
    (You look pretty sinking)
    But the real bombshells have already sunk
    (Prima donnas of the gutter)
    At night we’re painting your trash gold while you sleep
    Crashing not like heaps of cars*,
    No, more like p-p-p-parties
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    This bandwagon’s full
    Please, catch another
    I’m a leading man
    And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
    Oh so intricate
    I’m a leading man
    And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
    Oh so intricate
    Yeahh…
    Whoa-ohh
    All the boys who the dance floor didn’t love
    And all the girls whose lips couldn’t move fast enough
    Sing, until your lungs give out
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    (Now you)
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    (Wear out the groove)
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    (Sing out loud)
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    (Oh, oh)
    This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race
    I’m a leading man
    And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
    Oh so intricate
    I’m a leading man
    And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
    Oh so intricate

3:32
  • I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)

    Last year’s wishes
    Are this year’s apologies
    Every last time I come home
    I take my last chance
    To burn a bridge or two
    I only keep myself this sick in the head
    Cause I know how the words get you {off}
    We’re the new face of failure
    Prettier and younger but not any better off
    Bullet proof loneliness
    At best, at best
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I woke up next to you
    If I woke up next to you
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I woke up next to you
    If I woke up next to you
    Collect the bad habits
    That you couldn’t bare to keep
    Out of the woods but I love
    A tree I used to lay beneath
    Kissed teeth stained red
    From a sour bottle baby girl
    With eyes the size of baby worlds
    We’re the new face of failure
    Prettier and younger but not any better off
    Bullet proof loneliness
    At best, at best
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I woke up next to you
    If I woke up next to you
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I woke up next to you
    If I woke up next to you
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I woke up next to you
    If I woke up next to you
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I woke up next to you
    If I woke up next to you
    The best way
    To make it through
    With hearts and wrists intact
    Is to realize
    Two out of three ain’t bad
    Ain’t bad
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I woke up next to you
    If I woke up next to you
    Me and you
    (Honeymoon)
    Setting in a honeymoon
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I wake up next to you
    If I woke up next to you
    Me and you
    Setting in a honeymoon
    If I wake up next to you
    (Honeymoon)

3:31
  • Hum Hallelujah

    It’s all a game of this or that, now versus then
    better off against worse for wear
    And you’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew
    And I just want to be a part of this
    The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
    Hired a construction crew, ‘cause it’s hell on the engine
    You are the dreamer and we are the dream.
    I could write it better than you ever felt it.
    So hum hallelujah,
    Just off the key of reason
    I thought I loved you
    It was just how you looked in the light.
    A teenage vow in a parking lot
    “Till tonight do us part”
    I sing the blues and swallow them too
    My words are my faith to hell with our good name.
    A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed
    And one day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster
    we’re a bull, your ears are just a china shop
    I love you in the same way, there’s a chapel in a hospital
    One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door
    Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.
    I could write it better than you ever felt it.
    So hum hallelujah,
    Just off the key of reason
    I thought I loved you
    It was just how you looked in the light.
    A teenage vow in a parking lot
    “Till tonight do us part”
    I sing the blues and swallow them too
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu…
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu…
    (Hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah), hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah))
    A teenage vow in a parking lot
    “Till tonight do us part”
    I sing the blues and swallow them too
    So hum hallelujah,
    Just off the key of reason
    I thought I loved you
    It was just how you looked in the light.
    A teenage vow in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
    “Till tonight do us part”
    Love in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
    “Till tonight do us part”
    A teenage vow in a parking lot
    “Till tonight do us part”
    I sing the blues and swallow them too

3:50
  • Golden

    How cruel is the golden rule?
    When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
    And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
    Though I carried karats for everyone to see
    And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
    And all the lovers with no time for me
    And all of the mothers raise their babies
    To stay away from me
    Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
    Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
    And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
    Though I carried karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)
    And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
    And all the lovers with no time for me
    And all of the mothers raise their babies
    To stay away from me
    And pray they don’t grow up to be…

2:32
  • Thnks fr th Mmrs

    I’m gonna make it bend and break
    (It sent you to me without wings)
    Say a prayer but let the good times roll
    In case God doesn’t show
    (Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
    And I want these words to make things right
    But it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life
    “Who does he think he is?”
    If that’s the worst you got
    Better put your fingers back to the keys
    One night and one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Even though they weren’t so great
    “He tastes like you only sweeter”
    One night, yeah, and one more time
    Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
    “See, he tastes like you only sweeter”
    Been looking forward to the future
    But my eyesight is going bad
    And this crystal ball
    It’s always cloudy except for (except for)
    When you look into the past (look into the past)
    One night stand (one night stand oh)
    One night and one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Even though they weren’t so great
    “He tastes like you only sweeter”
    One night, yeah, and one more time
    Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
    “See, he tastes like you only sweeter”
    They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
    In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers
    Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
    I’m a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa
    One night and one more time
    Thanks for the memories
    Even though they weren’t so great
    “He tastes like you only sweeter”
    One night, (Oh!) yeah, (Oh!) and one more time
    Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
    “See, he tastes like you only sweeter”
    One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
    Thanks for the memories
    Even though they weren’t so great
    “He tastes like you only sweeter” (Oh)
    One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
    Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories (Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories)
    “See, he tastes like you only sweeter” (Oh)

3:23
  • Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?

    Oh oh oh oh
    Oh oh oh oh
    A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides
    Or a fortune for your disaster
    I’m just a painter and I’m drawing a blank
    We only want to sing you to sleep
    In your bedroom speakers, whoa
    We need umbrellas on the inside
    Get me just right
    They say quitters never win
    But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
    There’s a world outside of my front door
    That gets off on being down
    Oh oh oh oh
    I could learn to pity fools as I’m the worst of all
    And I can’t stop feeling sorry for myself
    Whoa
    We only want to sing you to sleep
    In your bedroom speakers, whoa
    We need umbrellas on the inside
    Get us right
    They say quitters never win
    But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
    There’s a world outside of my front door
    That gets off on being down
    They say quitters never win
    But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
    There’s a world outside of my front door
    That gets off on being down
    We only want to sing you to sleep
    (In your bedroom speakers, whoa whoa)
    We only want to sing you to sleep
    They say quitters never win
    But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
    There’s a world outside of my front door
    That gets off on being down
    They say quitters never win
    But we walk the plank, and we walk the plank
    There’s a world outside of my front door
    That gets off on being down
    Broken down on memory lane
    Alone together, we’re alone (Woah)
    We’re broken down on memory lane
    Alone together, we’re alone
    Oh oh oh oh

2:51
  • The (After) Life Of The Party

    I’m a stitch away from making it
    And a scar away from falling apart, apart
    Blood cells pixelate
    And eyes dilate
    And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night
    Cut it loose
    Watch you work the room
    Cut it loose
    Watch you work the room
    Cut it loose
    Watch you work the room
    Cut it loose
    Watch you work the room
    Oh
    Put love on hold,
    Young Hollywood is on the other line
    Her nose runs ruby red, deaths in a double bed
    Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate
    Cut it loose
    Watch you work the room
    Cut it loose
    Watch you work the room
    Cut it loose
    Watch you work the room
    Cut it loose
    I’m a stitch away from making it
    And a scar away from falling apart, apart
    Blood cells pixelate
    And eyes dilate
    Kiss away young thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends
    Cut it loose
    Watch you work the room
    Loose
    Watch you work the room
    Cut it loose
    (Watch you work the room)
    I’m a stitch away…

3:21
  • The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

    We take sour sips from life’s lush lips
    And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
    Stomp out this disaster town
    You’ll put your eyes to the sun and say, “I know
    you’re only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding.”
    And we might’ve started singing just a little soon
    We’re throwing stones at a glass moon*
    Whoa oh, we’re so miserable and stunning
    Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh
    We keep the beat with your blistered feet
    And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
    Slept through the weekend and dreaming
    Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
    Got postcards from my former selves saying: “How’ve you been?”
    We might’ve said goodbyes just a little soon
    (Stomp out this disaster town)
    Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
    Whoa oh, we’re so miserable and stunning
    Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
    Whoa oh, we’re so miserable and stunning
    Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh…
    It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
    When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
    You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
    Tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
    We’re the has-beens of husbands
    Sharpening the knives of young wives
    Take two years and call me when you’re better
    Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
    Whoa oh, we’re so miserable and stunning
    Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
    Whoa oh, we’re so miserable and stunning
    Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning

3:23
  • Bang The Doldrums

    I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm
    When you passed out
    I couldn’t bring myself to call
    Except to call it quits
    Best friends
    Ex-friends till the end
    Better off as lovers
    And not the other way around
    Racing through the city
    Windows down
    In the back of yellow checkered cars
    [2x]
    Yo ho ho
    Whoa oh oh
    Yo ho ho
    Whoa oh oh
    This city says…
    Come hell or high water
    Well I’m feeling hot and wet
    I can’t commit to a thing
    Be it heart or hospital
    Best friends
    Ex-friends till the end
    Better off as lovers
    And not the other way around
    Racing through the city
    Windows down
    In the back of yellow checkered cars
    [2x]
    Yo ho ho
    Whoa oh oh
    Yo ho ho
    Whoa oh oh
    The tombstones were waiting
    They were half-engraved
    They knew it was over
    Just didn’t know the date
    And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me
    The same way I think of you
    This is a love song in my own way
    Happily ever after below the waist
    Best friends
    Ex-friends till the end
    Better off as lovers
    Racing through the city
    Windows down
    In the back of yellow checkered cars
    [2x]
    Yo ho ho
    Whoa oh oh
    Yo ho ho
    Whoa oh oh
    Best friends
    Ex-friends till the end
    Better off as lovers
    And not the other way around
    Ex-friends till the end
    Better off as lovers

3:31
  • Fame < Infamy (Album Version)

    I’m a preacher sweating in the pews
    For the salvation I’m bringing you
    I’m a salesman, I’m selling you hooks and plans
    And myself making demands
    When I’m home alone I just dance by myself
    And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
    Signing off “I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen”
    The kid was alright but it went to his head
    I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with
    Such wit without a conscience equipped
    I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah
    “There’s too much green to feel blue”
    When I’m home alone I just can’t stop myself
    And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
    Signing off “I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen”
    The kid was alright but it went to his head
    When I’m home alone I just can’t stop myself
    And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
    Signing off “I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen”
    I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
    I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen
    The kid was alright but it went to his head

3:06
  • You're Crashing, But You're No Wave

    The D.A. is dressed to the nines
    In the mirror he practices all his lines
    To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
    I’m guessing that he read the morning paper
    The headline reads “the man hangs”, but the jury doesn’t
    And everyone’s looking for relief
    United States versus disbelief
    Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
    Clear your throat and face the world
    The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
    Only breathing with the aid of denial.
    Case open, case shut,
    But you could pay to close it like a casket
    Baby boy can’t lift his headache head
    Isn’t it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
    He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
    On one to six the gallery is hushed
    Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
    The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
    Hang on a rope or bated breath
    Whichever you prefer
    And everyone’s looking for relief
    A bidding war for an old flame’s grief
    The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
    Not a word that could make you comprehend
    Too well dressed for the witness stand
    The press prays for whichever headline’s worse
    Case open, case shut,
    But you could pay to close it like a casket
    Baby boy can’t lift his headache head
    Isn’t it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
    Fresh pressed suit and tie
    Unimpressed birds sing and die
    Can talk my way out of anything
    The foreman reads the verdict
    “In the above entitled actions we find the defendant…”
    Guilty…Guilty…Guilty…Guilty…
    Case open, case shut,
    But you could pay to close it like a casket
    Baby boy can’t lift his headache head
    Isn’t it tragic?
    [x2]
    (Whoaaa-ooo)

3:42
  • I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers

    You’re a canary, I’m a coal mine
    Cause sorrow is just all the rage
    Take one for the team
    You all know what I mean
    And I’m so sorry, but not really
    Tell the boys where to find my body
    New York eyes, Chicago thighs
    Pushed up the window to kiss you off
    The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
    The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
    Do you remember the way I held your hand?
    Under the lamp post and ran home
    This way so many times
    I could close my eyes
    The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
    The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
    The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do
    The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
    The truth
    The truth

4:06

Music Videos

This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race

The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

Thnks fr th Mmrs

The Take Over, the Breaks Over

I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)


Singles

This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race
Released on January 16, 2007
Thnks fr th Mmrs
Released on March 27, 2007
The Take Over, the Breaks Over
Released on May 20, 2007
I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)
Released on September 11, 2007