[Verse 1] Pop Tart, what’s our mission? Do we know but never listen? For too long they held me under But I hear it’s almost over In Detroit on a Memphis train Like you said, it’s down in the heat and the summer rain The automatic gauze of your memories Down in the sleep at the airplane races
[Post-Chorus 1] Paperback scrawl your hidden poems Written around the dried out flowers Here we are, still trading places Try to hold on
[Verse 2] Pop Tart, can you envision A free world of clear division? For too long they held us under But I know we’re getting over In Detroit with the Nashville tears Like you said, it’s down in the heat with the broken numbers Down in the gaze of solemnity Down in the way you’ve held together
[Post-Chorus 2] We tried to hold onto the pulse of the feedback current Into the flow of encrypted movement Slapback kills the ancient remnants That try to hold on
[Outro] Try to hold on to this heart alive Try to hold on to this heart aloud Try to hold on And we are still alive Try to hold on And we have survived Try to hold on Pop Tart, you never listen Skinned knees Try to hold on Stop start, what’s our mission? Skinned knees Try to hold on
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“Try, Try, Try” was the third and final single from the band’s fifth studio album, Machina/The Machines of God, and was released on September 11, 2000. It was written by Billy Corgan, as was the B-side “Here’s to the Atom Bomb”.
An alternate version of “Try, Try, Try” appears on the third EP of the album Machina II/The Friends & Enemies of Modern Music and the “Untitled” single. The alternate version is a more sparse version of the song, orchestrated on acoustic guitar with a repeating keyboard part, as opposed to the piano, synth, and electric guitar-heavy Machina version.
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