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Lately I don't talk about anything
Lately I'm a mopey angry confused bag of bones
Stumble drunkly to my grave, can't shave off this old skin and toss it like a pile of
Clothes that don't fit me anymore
My jeans sagging 'round my ass and tearing at the seams
Cotten-fibre acid-bleached camouflage, tie-died to hide the blood dripping off of my hands
Never thought about my friends moving far away
Now there's a sea between us
Could call them up but I wouldn't know what to say
How is everything going?
I paint myself as a victim when we all watched
Her bleed my best friend dry
Constellations have changed, these news faces relate
But I can't tell just what they're thinking
She bled my best friend dry
Dryer than an emptied out 40 oz
Rolling 'round the dash as I crash into the
See you when our schedules have any opening
See you when there's nothing else to do
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Wildlife Crossing
02:48
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Three objects in frame outlined
By red against a black backdrop
The movement catches his eye
Birds of prey descend upon
Two isolated islands
Currents shifting dirt between their shores
Over tropical waves, all the same
Time lapse shows the process bears no
Net gain at all
Climb lasts long as the fall
I’m talking instant disassembly
Of the constructs keeping her above
Who she wants to be
Laughing in her sleep
Better comrade than a husband
But she knew that when she signed on
To watch us eat a piece of ourselves and fill in the cracks
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Milkbone
04:16
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People streaming in to take their seats
Staring a their cell phones missing every beat
Band loading in to play the songs they wrote
Tuning up their drum heads missing every note
Do you want to drive a hundred miles and play for no one?
Do you want to stay local and extort your best friends?
Now everybody wants to know
About these songs I’m singing written long ago
The only emotion I feel is stress
More comfortable on stage hiding in a dress
Do you want to drive a hundred miles and make no money?
Do you want to stay local and beg your friends for cash?
Have you ever said the most unspeakable thing that you could think of
To someone that you love?
Have you ever felt “I’m a fool, I’m a fraud, I don’t deserve all this affection.
Why me, why not them?”
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Dream Sequence
02:59
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6 AM, it won’t be light for another hour
gotta get out of bed gotta get in the shower
gotta clean off the night before and get ready for something new
she just probably went to sleep, maybe forgot to eat, man it can be hard to keep a consistent schedule when you’re living the best fucking life that you possibly can
she has the same face as me
she sees through the same eyes
talks through the same teeth
i just know there’s enough of us to go around
as i run my feet hit suburban street and i fight the urge to throw rocks through windows of fancy cars parked in front of 1.5 million dollar homes
want to balance things out want to get them real even
she has the same face as me
she sees through the same eyes
talks through the same teeth
i just know there’s enough of us to go around
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5. |
Bedroom Disco
02:36
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How can I help her understand
That I’ll be here when the sun comes up in the morning
I know she’s been let down
By others who have claimed to be just as supportive
So maybe she’s right not to blindly trust again
Maybe she’s right holding out for another man
Maybe she’s right but I can’t help the feeling
Hold me close if you can, I’ll be right here
I know she’s been let down so I’ll be right here
Another downer bedroom disco
To clear your mind when you get home from work
I know you get paid less than you should
I know you get paid less than you should
I know she’s been let down so I’ll be right here
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Pine Island Sound
02:27
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Joni floats around in the back of my mind
When the bed’s too big and the frying pan’s too wide
Her voice is guiding me right down this
Lonely road that I’m traveling
Looking for something, but I keep coming back to the color Green
Maybe things are simple as they seem
In all these dusty records and books
Clear out the cobwebs from the corners and nooks inside my home
Try and find a place to keep you warm
For the night
Wanna be the band you like
Really love the songs you write
Dream about starting something new
Are you thinking of me while I’m thinking of you
Wanna be the clothes you wear
Really love the color of your hair
Dream about starting something new
Are you thinking of me while I’m thinking of you
Maybe things are simple as they seem
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Kill Bill Sound
01:38
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Michael
I know I turned into a ghost in photographs
When your dad passed
I didn’t know what to say
I never know what to say
I think I’ll smoke a little less this year
Try and be a better friend
I think I’ll smoke a little less this year
Get my lung capacity back
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Some days they shine brighter than the rest
And those are when you’re sticking by my side
Lonely as hell, no demoiselle to keep me from falling
Deep down into my bed again
An afternoon hike through the forest
A long call with my mom
Smoking with friends, making plans to keep me from tripping
Deep down into my head again
Thinking
try a little harder next time
Keep in mind that everyone’s as clueless as you
When they’re talking with certainty
Don’t keep your thoughts in
walk a half a dozen miles to work to get paid $9.50 an hour
walk a half a dozen miles back home and fall in to her loving arms
walk a half a dozen miles to work to get paid less than i’m supposed to
walk a half a dozen miles back home and fall in to her loving arms
i feel at peace in her loving arms
i feel at peace
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Rocko English Orlando, Florida
jack's the beat.
cam and casey play the stringz.
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