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the Continue
04:33
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Flipping through the contacts on my phone
thinking most of you are assholes
and the rest are probably sleeping.
I don't think somethings so simple
it can't make sense and everything
on this pedestal is empty in virtue.
You said there's a place for everything
so yeah, you pretend everything has a place.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Your voice is soothing my soul
so stop speaking of
all of my idols are crazed or insane.
Sexists and Stalinists,
racists and communists,
reactionary zombies, but am I not the same?
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2. |
Suitcase
04:35
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Why does it hurt so much? Oh God...
I really wish I had a cigarette and I was a smoker,
just can't seem to die fast enough, but object fading,
here's an answer you can understand:
Whats a body that's not for possession? well maybe
You're going to reap,
Just what you've sewn.
Sipping on coffee like it's arsenic.
Be the death of me, or tell me lies
covered in glitter and called feminine.
We'll never ever see the reason why.
But you're going to reap,
just what you've sewn.
If you go looking for a killer, and are finding mirrors
when you think you're a player, but you wind up the dealer.
When you slash out my tires, take me along,
but in thought and in practice, something is wrong.
If one day, in vain, you retain consciousness,
I'll ask you "Jesus Christ?! Where in hell have you been?"
If I got a suitcase full of fifties and some are counterfeit,
would you tell me if you ever had a reason to live?
This is a story written in metaphors, and confusion.
See my story written on my lover's walls.
You're going to reap,
just what you've sewn.
Now I'm not saying that I'm perfect, but nobody said that I'm not,
I'm trying to cash a check that nobody wants,
and there's no winning no trying, no day after this,
Just pack your bags and get on the waiting list,
and if you see me asleep, and you want me awake
my only suggestion is that you're wrong.
If you see me asleep, and you want me awake,
my only suggestions that you're wrong.
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3. |
Trying
04:48
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I thought I could be a star,
I thought, hell, I might get very far yeah
before dying and, I'm still trying, now
she says that I cannot sing,
told me thats a compliment,
or so it seems well.
I ain't crying, hell,
I'm still trying, now,
I don't dream of having a pretty face,
if I had a million dollars I'd
blow it in one place.
Give a sigh and say,
"At least I'm trying"
Am I too late, or out of time?
I've been playing in my prime.
Am I right? Or just whats left?
Baby please, don't hold your breathe.
I'll do my fair share of the work,
the ones undone will say I'm dumb as dirt
but on my end I was only trying.
I found ibuprofen in my bed,
shouldn't they be in my head,
it's painfully surprising, yes,
that I'm still trying.
And everything turns to shit,
but it's not like I'm a professional.
All this time I spent lying to myself,
and only now did I get it.
Fuck you, if you don't understand this now
then you're not supposed to.
There is no flavor
no reason, nothing;
no accomplishments will define you.
All this time I spent lying to myself,.
I have my chance to move forward,
and I'm trying.
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4. |
Jack Nicholson
01:44
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Welcome to the living room!
The bizarre state of all things comes to climax,
psychic hurricanes and barbarian therapy
stab me in the back, stab me in the heart,
but in the end isn't it all the same bleeding?
And you swore they would never figure out...
Welcome to the living room!
The bizzare state of all things comes to climax,
stab me in the back, stab me in the heart,
it's the same bleeding.
And you swore they would never figure out
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5. |
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I'm pretty sure in spending
all of God's money:
It gets the praise
and I'll take the blame.
I took plenty of inventions
away
cos me and faith,
just could not pollinate.
You don't say you don't know?
When the spiral meets the square?
I'll get older some day,
I'll fail to maintain my air.
They found their heads were frozen,
and when they thawed the ice
they found that those galvanic shocks
failed to establish life.
So they were just dead the whole damn time.
Don't talk about death so much,
just contemporary write and you'll like life
you'll be life-like just give it a try
in my mind it's been a good time
to just sit down
I took one too many lefts to make this right.
You don't say you don't know,
when the spiral meets the square
it gets colder, it gets brighter,
then the life just disappears.
Tell me all your gossip,
and I'll spread the dirt,
but I've got nothing bad to say.
Empty out your pockets
and no one gets hurt,
but I've got nothing bad to say.
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6. |
the Eclectic Chid
01:32
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I got sunshine on my back,
I used to wear a lot of black,
then I found I like the color yellow.
I got sunshine in my heart,
if it all ends the way it starts,
I'd just like to say, hello!
and if the sun doesn't come out today
I like rainy days better anyways,
if darkness creeps it's way back in
I'll say hello!
I've got sunshine in my head,
bright ideas and messages,
I got nowhere, nowhere to go.
I got sunshine in my hands,
answers I don't want or understand.
I guess I don't fucking know.
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7. |
Black Oceantide
03:32
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Illuminated porches.
Black ocean tide.
Harlem in Athens.
Muses with guitars.
My very resurrection;
speechless to mother, father.
Like being famous.
Reprinting poetry.
Delicate London, open the door.
Jumping and joying what silence harbors.
But you can smile like a better man.
Hail to the noise,
young teeth.
Azure, neon.
Tin prophecy.
In every bar
it's Saturday night.
Apocalypse,
Cerberus heads.
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8. |
I Always Feel Abandoned
03:25
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Something in the winter
always leaves me feeling bitter.
This shit just piles up and that's a fact.
It's not fair coming from me
especially with how you love me,
but nothing ever leaves this cold intact.
But it's not your fault that I always feel abandoned.
It's not your fault that I always feel this way.
Lover I've gone crazy
this page is emulating.
I'm drowning in the inkwell of this pen.
I fear I'm not enough, fuck,
it's just a minor slump.
I'll surface soon and then I'll breathe again.
I'll get on my feet again.
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9. |
Master Fade
04:16
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Austin Heath Music Cleveland, Ohio
Cleveland Based Singer-songwriter and recording artist.
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