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Drying Out
02:54
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2. |
Jeff Crisp
03:02
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they drove a knife right through the heart
of the neighborhood where you and mom were born
they subsidized your brutal life with general mills and new construction sites
now every day’s a question
Will anything feel right?
Will justice only live here in my mind
and die there in time?
freezing cold when you lost your life
a part of me eroded when you died.
they took every cent, melted the rest
this awful place reminds me all the time.
but i still love the winters,
it’s heaven in the spring when every blade of grass defies the cold
and i’m no good with orders, i’m stubborn just like you.
i like to run my mouth from time to time.
the messages
the things i never say
Why won’t the words come easy?
Why aren’t you on my side?
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3. |
Brian
02:56
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got a letter in the mail, a name i hadn’t seen in years
telling me that you were gone
so i sat and counted out all the clouds you talked about
Times you wished that you were dead
now i want to hear you laughing,
see you running in the sun.
i want to feel like life is still worth fixing
now I’ve had enough to drink i think I could write your name,
but all i could say back was that i’m sorry.
had a crisis one bad night
pretty balanced most the time
i can keep it to myself.
so it’s odd to sit and say all the ways we were the same
in our ugly little ways
like my father’s hands around my neck
a rope tied around yours
in an apartment behind water street forever
now i’d like to think i’ve changed, i’m a coward just the same.
always running from a fight.
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4. |
Humble Lights
04:00
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pity party, come and play along.
hum a humble curtain closing song.
those hungry days are coming,
but i feel fine for now
the yard signs in our neighborhood.
zealots, hockey moms, and freaks with guns.
i want to kick them over and watch you run away.
meet me under yellow porch lights
Cough up something brave
these politics mean something
make your own little bed of coals and sing into the cold.
wait it out
dance and melt like ice
beneath these humble lights.
these politics mean something
but sometimes they’re just words.
pretty perch for precious birds in Bosch’s rotten world
starvation days are coming.
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I thought I saw a flare
A fever dream in hell
A smile and Auburn hair
I thought I heard a voice
A whisper in the well
“I want to keep you close”
This constant strife
My dehydrated life
These bones to bruise
When you wake up with a gun
It doesn’t matter who put it there
In your hand or mine
We panic all the time
We work and drink and die
If something should break down, we’ll be fine
In all these random acts
A pattern starts to form
It’s only getting worse
When John walks up to you
Or you walk up to him
The world will never care
In your hand or mine
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6. |
East Hill
03:18
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push a piano down the stairs
keys were glittering like broken glass.
but now you’re just too old for that.
it doesn’t fit.
you wanted to stay young, be everything to everyone
be the hammer not the nails
you look a little hammered down
so banners for the blue and credit where it’s due
that everything i am i am because of you
sorry for myself, sentimental and unclear
worshipping a past that was never really there.
burned a mattress in the street
fire engines came, you scolded me.
filling basement shows with smoke
always in on inside jokes
and it’s true,
i’m nothing without you
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7. |
Paid In Full
03:49
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i bring you bitter news
It seems you will survive
can’t say you didn’t try
the bruises
the cottonmouth
the empty atm
cant say you didn’t try
cops and kids paid their dues - never see me cry
pound of flesh paid in full - never see me cry
the cruelest winter joke, when darkest shades of gray
give into even darker days
the vampires
the empty shelves
the gas that burns your lungs
can’t say you didn’t try
when it’s over, when the lights go out
and your spirit rots away under the leaves of a future gone forever
never see me cry
when it’s over, when canaries drop and we’re tethered to collective fantasy
that the wreck can still be salvaged
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8. |
State Secrets
03:43
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Won’t think about it anymore
it comes to me in waves at night
this cloak and dagger shit
this cult you just can’t quit
won’t think about it anymore
the secrets that we keep
i whisper passwords in my sleep
gamble that all good things fall apart
the secrets that we keep
the cyanide inside our teeth
Anything to not admit defeat
done visiting the memory - there’s not much left there anyway
the fields all look like concrete
frozen, sterile and replete
i watch them racing by my window, and wonder
just how cold the air is
where you are
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FM
03:07
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you wish the world were smaller
so you could be its king
you wish that you had a motive here that wasn’t paper thin
the money isn’t coming
the wells have all dried up
the lights go on, the grift is done
your playground starts to burn
perfect faces, want their say
hollow men will sing their sad words again
perfect moments take too long
and they never play my favorite songs anymore
the golden goose is dead now
the body starts to stink
We waste away the time we have gluing feathers to a pig
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10. |
Veil
03:57
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where the frost breaks in the sun
and a thousand useless prayers fall to the ground
it won’t take much time to pull the copper out of this place
it won’t take much time to sell the rotten world to your face
and it feels like burning down, god i know i’m right
and it feels like burning down, don’t you know I’m right?
High rise towers, gray, austere
it won’t be long now, hyenas howling out in the yard
did we discover gravity by standing under burning trees
catching ashes on our tongues
The ones that used to be someone
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