Introduction to Sex Rock
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1. Closeminded Is As Closeminded Does You Femi-Nazi Hypocrite
My soft answers didn't calm you down
and it's time I turned things around
Open rebuke is better than secret love
and your deceitful kisses showed me what is what
Flip me around ‘cause I'm taking a stroll
your meretricious expressions have taken their toll
I gave you my all you spat in my face
because you thought I'd forever reside in this place
For those who are destitute what may be bitter seems sweet
you fed me feces since the day we did meet
but now it's time that I left this place
thanks for teaching me, twenty seven, six through eight
There's few cruel people within in this world
what worries is me is what they control
responsibility taken by the irresponsible
and those who won't take it are the ones we should follow
call it self righteousness to cover your pride
you talk about living elsewhere
close-mindedness here may be different
but it doesn't mean it's not everywhere
For those who are destitute what may be bitter seems sweet
you fed me feces since the day we did meet
but now it's time that I left this place
thanks for teaching me, twenty seven, six through eight
Brown eyed girl was never your song
it belongs to mandabear
i've been worrying about her safety
since they had a tornado there
the saddest thing that i find in life
is that you might be singing along
but completely missed the ideas i expressed
couldn't understand the point of this song
“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 2. If You Were A Soc, I'd Be A Greaser
I just try to cover you from pouring rain
but you walk faster so you can get away
don't accept what I have to offer so you can crawl inside
your bitter hole of loneliness where you can feel your right
feed that hunger until you're full, you won't be satisfied
‘cause no one ever is when they try to satisfy their pride
push me away tell me to leave I don't know what to do
so I'll just watch you walk away and then I'll walk away from you
maybe if this didn't happen I'd sing songs about your charm
or i could write a love poem if you didn't sound the alarm
defensive battle cries echo inside my embittered mind
but you won't hear ‘em ‘cause you're too mad to try and be kind
i got problems I'm aware of i never asked for your help
you feel the need to bring them up so you can convince yourself
that it's pointless to try and force myself to fit inside your world
when I'm a square it just hurts to try and fit inside your circle
but i will stay gold
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 3. I Thought All The Girl Problems Would Stop When I Turned Gay/St. Regis
the piano's been struck its wounds go much deeper like a pierced heart with
bleeding that might never stop, these words that you speak constantly
against me they open the tear ducts and eventually releasing the waves of
desesperacion mi pena es mas grande like todo el dolor que contiene el mundo
pondre un disfraz para que me entiendan when i decide to turn back
when you went away i took the steps that took you further from me but can you really say its all my fault when you never believed id break your heart i always break your heart (3x)
youre like the trees in montana dark green against snow so beautiful to look
at so cold when up close see my warmth escape from me see you suck in my
breath with four layers of clothing hearts frozen in my chest at a stop in
st regis on a bench in the cold i search for your memory i left in idaho at
a stop in st regis on a bench in the cold i search for your memory i left
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 4. I'll Only Believe In True Love If Micah Marries Camille
who's the girl with the bright eyes who's the boy she's sitting by are they just friends
why is she so nice to me why does she light up the room when she smiles till i can't see clearly it must be
love if you mean so much when i barely even know you but i hope that our hands might touch
fight it deny it
i'll fight it deny it i won't let myself fall in love
you see there's no point in trying i'm only fooling with myself i'm not your type
but ill appreciate and stare at those gorgeous eyes i could fall into and when im through i'll walk away but remember you
give the girl you love the time of day
but dont jump right in and give your heart away
fight it deny it
just fight it deny it don't let yourself fall in love
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 5. My Life Is Like Swimming Across The Atlantic And I'm Drowning
why must you be so kind dear, it brings me pain
when i can't help but fall in love and you can only feign
you tell me to strum differently my songs sound the same
well it never was about the music as much as the message
So I tried to be like Sam, I tried but I'm different
like maybe I should walk to the underworld and die an early death
I wish that I could treat you the way you deserve
but experience has taught me darling you'll leave me on the curb
with a large pile of clothes to carry as I roam
searching for a place to rest needing you and being alone
So I tried to be like Sam, I tried but I'm different
like maybe I should walk to the underworld and die an early death
longing for your smile
i'll stand by and wait for awhile
awhile, more like eternity
‘cause you don't even know what you mean to me
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 6. Double You See Is An Acronym Four
(Drew)
Hace tiempo bastante desde que yo he rimado
he sentido frustrado como si yo estuviera clavado
but it don't matter ‘cause White Chocolate is back on the scene
hoping you're catching the feeling of what we really mean
when we flip back and forth between the different languages and such
with descriptions that you can touch ‘cause truly poetry's a must
esta declarado en lengua desconocida
trate de entender no quiere decir que no tiene vida
el aliento de Dios existe afuera de religion
pero todas las personas estan buscando Sion
algum lugar o creencia que existe en los cielos
pero en verdad esta al dentro y la manera en como vemos
todo lo que nos rodea especialmente otra gente
si no podemos ver su necesidad somos ciegos de la mente
Blind just like I'm out of breath
But if there's one thing that stays true to life there's always more left
more drive to push ourselves forward to greater heights and beyond
hoping this song will be the dawn for someone else's dream to spawn
because this project isn't limited to what a label wants from me
I got my eyes wide open fists straight forward pushing to see
the possibilities that cover this earth ‘cause they exist
so take a faithful step forward towards the unknown before you miss
(Robert)
I'm not gonna ask you what's my name I don't care if you know me
I'm not down with that fame like David Bowie
you don't have to show me no I.D. I'm not the club bouncer
or your show announcer I know who I be
do you know who you are ghetto superstar
or do you have to check the personalized plates on your new car
to remember your remember of the hip hop community
your riches won't give you immunity to the soon to be
downfall of all your treasure
that's what happens to your rappin' when you measure success
in units of currency it worries me this false sense of security
the world is not as seen on MTV
identity crisis brought on by high prices
placed upon our heads by those with business license
fools taking the mark of the beat so they can buy sell and trade
it's a shame what a brother does to get paid
‘ho you're nothing but a paid ‘ho
don't you know you're nothing but a paid ‘ho
that's what you are you're a paid ‘ho
and that's hip hop kids
(Tristan)
We never smoking a pound but still holding it down
Level 5 royal fam yeah we molding the sound
to the sweetness caress from your toes to your chest
right to left till you feel your whole life's been blessed
never test with anthems our whole crowd's for ransom
rhymes so hard I'm going to smack your grandson
lyrically handsome shine like a black star phantom
I'll never sell out like making the band son
(Together)
and that's hip hop kids we aren't singing no song
‘cause our lyrics have deep meaning we're not here for the big con
and that's hip hop kids it's no gangster rap
we aren't sporting no wack money talk or bullcrap
and that's hip hop kids you say you always been down
the movement started with the message now all I'm seeing is clowns
(Drew and Robert)
so where's the money the girls and what makes your world
is it the monthly payment on your car so your pride unfurls
your lifestyle is what some might dub rich and famous
but have you seen Fight Club I think your lifestyle's aimless
Like the Ring have you seen that wicked thing
killed every single person if I found a wallet would I be like Ling Ling?
hey yo please pay attention to what we are addressing
but if i stole the money I promise later I'd be confessing
quit messing around keep the sound so it's down to be found
well just like Truman I may be floundering but I won't drown
I'll walk out the door ‘cause there's no shore to look for
Fiji does not exist unless like Steve Miller you can soar
You mean fly What? I said you mean fly like an eagle
but in any case your attempt to make sense was just feeble
you can use all the movies you want to make sense of this life
but in reality it's just an escape to forget why we try
to be sly when we cry manipulating all the gullible people who believe in the lie
that someday they'll be happy if they're just like Britney
or any rock star like Janis when she sang for Bobby Mcgee
Immortalize all the souls that die
I'm thinking what would they have really done if they could've got by
and survived continuing some sort of dream
would they have been role models or just sold out to stay on the scene
and why is it the media keeps singing their song
because it's not love for the dead and if you thought so you were wrong
the media is a monster and they just want your cash
they want it fast and they use sellouts to make agendas come to pass
and I swear that maybe today it's not having an effect
but give it a year and what we're saying connects
like what? like legos construct these rhythmic flows
and what you get is a message yeah yeah and here it goes
look up to nobodies and you'll be a nobody
especially living your life like a movie pretending to be somebody
but your play acting won't warrant respect
and eventually it leads to tapped credit cards and more bounced checks
but repeating this over and over again is the only option
so you understand here's the chorus my friend
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 7. I Believe In True Love/Bottle All These Bad Days To Pour Out When It Rains
I met you in the stairway and I couldn't let you pass
till I was given a chance to ask
who you were and where you lived what you liked and who were your friends
so maybe i could get a chance to see you again
I wanted just to start as friends you wanted a pure love
free of lust's manipulation on our souls
you told me that you liked me for the person that I am
not for anything else just me forever more
So I came by and visited I courted you for months
and life's experience helped us to stay strong
even when it got late at night and I didn't want to go home
just keep talking let's just talk the whole night long
Would it be wrong? If we just talked the whole night long.
You came when I was surrendering You never let go of my hand
You read my mind when I thought no one could understand
you always pushed me forward ‘cause I always knew you cared
with your kindness I never doubted you'd be there I never doubted
Now life's so perfect la dee da you're everything to me
the only problem I can see is that we didn't ever meet
but i keep looking and I keep searching just for you why haven't you came
even still I will keep waiting just the same
oh darling please come quick don't play no games
oh sugar I just wish I knew your name
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 8. I Am A Normal Healthy Person Which Means I Have Lots Of Problems
Hello to you girl goodbye heart I'm sorry but we must part
In order for me to be free to talk to such beauty
It's just a crush but I get so attached and your strings are fragile and never relaxed
I'd change if I could but I can't and I've tried I just got to live my life
Well how are you beautiful I'd never have guessed
your intellect could match your pretty face
but it's beautiful talking to someone who brightens my day
the endless monotony droning like the sound of an engine left idling in park
is what I've been feeling since you came along but I just felt a spark
of interest oh what is this no it couldn't be but I'll just take a shot
and expect just a miss you never know when you'll get lucky and get
Goodbye my heart, I wish I could look you in the eye
Farewell my soul, I wish I could break the spell you cast on me
Hello to you girl goodbye heart I'm sorry but we must part
In order for me to be free to talk to such beauty
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 9. This Is My Favorite Song On The Album
Let me help you pull your head out, you're lost somewhere dark
In a state of such ignorance, stereotypes make their mark
your sweetness makes my throat sore, swallowing that sugar whole
you said there's never enough, but i think I'm getting full
Throw it out the window traveling at high speeds
‘cause this road trip's ending yeah we're nearing Mesquite
this is the final test that I will put you through
but I'm afraid that what will happen is this is the last I'll see of you
so goodbye
I've called you nearly eight times since the last time you called me
and I'm getting sick of worrying if you even care about me
everything I see every song I hear reminds me more of you
you'll forget the more time passes as I waste away in this room
threaten to fall in love with someone else
would be slamming myself inside with my own door
they'd be threats I'd make in vain
‘cause without you there's no escape from pain
Look out my window at night, that ethereal globe of light
but now when my eyes touch the sky, he always seems to cry,
he just cries like those eyes...
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 10. Giving This Song A Title Wouldn't Give You Any Idea Of What Its Really About
I've loved the same girl for over a year but she don't love me back
But I'll keep on loving her just the same ‘cause I'm okay with that
Debate beating my head in a wall but it wouldn't take away the pain
It'd just be a few unconscious hours of a break but I'd still wake up with a headache
Live for sleep or that moment of peace or that girl who convinces me it's love
but it's things like this, this bitter anguish where I understand the reason I've come
to this place I loathe this nauseating abode
the place where I've learned to sing my problems can be a blessing
‘cause I understand your pain
I understand why you feel this way
‘cause I been there before and lived to see the next day
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 11. Flip Flops Sandals And Thongs
these clothes I wear with holes and scuffs and an occasional tear
tell me what it is you see I'm willing to bet you can't even see me
Why am I wrong, I don't belong
Cool people they dress like geeks and trendy people end up being freaks
that's why it's wrong you see when you only look at someone seeing skin deep
Talk about the show how last you almost got in a fight
Keep telling your friends it was so cool oh yeah the bands were all right
talk about bands you know but don't even listen to
it's not what you wear as much as how much you care
about oh how great you look from all the ideas you got in a book
and so many magazines that make you look so fresh and so clean
Outkast would be so proud of all the pupils they teach
Midwest surfers are wanna be's five hours on hair can really make me scream
you come to shows just to be seen
if you're into music it's cool but you look like a fool
when you check up on your make up at the shows
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“Introduction to Sex Rock” Album Menu 12. Julia Gulia Sounded Horrible To Me Too
I asked my friend today how come i don't get chicks
he said there's more than one reason but for starters, you're a lunatic
He said you need someone like you
and I think I get it, I just need a girl like Drew
Oh Drew How am I going to let you know? oh oh
ever since I was sixteen I thought it'd be great if we were both
holding hands and planning weddings so oh oh oh
would you give up your last name so we can both Drew Barlow
It's not your beauty that I find so attractive
It's not your money that I would ever be after
It's the simple way you do things or maybe the way you act
but Drew I think that I might love you NO, ‘cause it is a fact!
Oh Drew How am I going to let you know? oh oh
ever since I was sixteen I thought it'd be great if we were both
holding hands and planning weddings so oh oh oh
would you give up your last name so we can both Drew Barlow
Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 1. Le Premiere Chagrin
Good morning wintertime so good to see you,
but I can't wait for spring.
It's always been a time where, I can dream.
As I procrastinate through summer and worry through fall,
the leaves are darkening the days continue shortening their call,
is what I long for when I cry for a home that is no more,
It's been a few years since I left that shore.
Pick up and plant your roots in this new soil,
It may take a few embittered years but it will be worth the toil,
the images of family are fast fading away,
and as you look at yourself in the mirror,
wonder how you became:
This spitting image of your Father unique within yourself
Your decisions shape your branches as you struggle to leave...
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“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 2. It starts with indigo orange and green
i wish i could write these feelings in some sort of poetic words,
but all i can think to say is that it hurts;
resembling pain just like a flame resembles astringent gas,
i guess i'll accept what may be coming next but i'm hoping this task may soon pass.
that which doesn't kill me makes me strong so fire away,
i will not return the pain again someday;
you never know someone's beautiful
till they've whispered their breath in your ear,
you never know its all magical
till you look in their eyes and see fear,
but magic fades when its a charade
a game you'll lose if you're serious
‘cause most people aren't willing to play
don't risk your heart and you'll never love,
but i'd feel better to have never have played
than to have lost so much;
i guess to make ourselves feel better,
we twist the truth in knots cuz we're so victimized...like:
why can't you just love me
(he's great and I'm just okay)
I know that I can't compete
(but i swear i wouldn't treat you that way)
(build me up till i believe)
without you there's nothing left
(make me blind to feel or see)
when you leave i lose my...
even the times my eyelids close shut,
i'm still tired when they open again;
like the loneliness i feel in big crowds,
even when i came with friends.
long bus rides depress me,
like talking with friends far away;
or knowing you can't see the person you live for,
for the next few days.
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 3. “It ends with red violet and orange”
i'm so sick of this scene in this act in this play
i'm just the scenery but i always seem to stand in the way,
mark up the sidewalk with colored chalk
so you can hop everywhere instead of always having to take a walk.
take the shortcut but it leaves a rut,
both parties are found partying but she's the one called a slut
we're all found guilty but refuse to take the blame
and we're too weak to be unique and too scared to face cleansing rain.
i'll face it, i'll face it, so here i go alone
but i'll make it yeah i'll make it without you i am not...
now i know what it means to be alone and read
with that idealistic brush that the writer he hands to me
I'm painting everything i feel observe and see
like if its watercolor then call me the Joseph Turner
of word imagery.
so lets dance around the festering splinters left behind
being issues of why we choose to engage
in conversations avoiding confrontations filled with all the reasons
of why we decide to hate
someone's differences that make them who they are
as we justify tearing their world down with their
state of mind and state of being but we're not seeing that every pair of
eyes comes in a different shape
our chance for happiness will come in a different form
shape and way
one day i hope to wake and find that i been dreaming
this whole time
or maybe this is just a play in which we act
or maybe we forgot just where we're from or we forgot
just where we're at
but if i wake will i remember you
‘cause i'd tell all my friends of this girl i knew
a dream come true
doo doo doo chorus...
(Kissing without intentions of true love, is by far the worst deceit.
You think you're the one receiving, but it's your soul you cheat.
You lie to yourself, and those you truly love,
and when you meet that special one you'll find that you have none,
no love to give ‘cause you'll have used it up,
and in the meantime you've become the victim of, your own lust)
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 4. Red Rock Virgin's Encounter With Winter Nights
its beautiful here Father sorry if i get
sometimes i make things with this independence
i think i found her Father the one that was gonna come
but i dont believe.... obviously
drunk with sleep i flaunt the flounder
tumbling with my tongue in hand
they asked for good songs to remember
escapism's in demand
the war of outright honesty
unbroken promises, don't shake
she's the one that made me quiver
but then helped show me the way
morbid attempts construct towers to heaven
the glass is spent no solvent seems to solve the bawl
if we're both willing how can we cause pain
you wonder why
it becomes chilling how we repeat the same
crimes each night
so we just...
so we just...
how can i stop it father we're all drowned in stains
we grow accustomed to it uniquely all the same
i feel so helpless father in glass we're all found framed
and set in stone and poised to dive so take the plunge
into the grey
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 5. Know Your History Before You Become Part Of The Repetition
No I will not settle for, pointing the blame on the lukewarm, weak heart no more.
weak heart no more.
If I tried to describe, how deep I see into your eyes, would you get scared and run from me?
Seeing too deep to hide dishonesty.
But if I tried to unbreak you, from all the things that you could do, would you deny potential, point fingers right and left to hot and cold.
But despite change we decide if for worse, no escaping home or where we were first.
Our trials and errors give us shame, and we both live but not the same, you live you give you lose you grow, but you don't grow responsible.
Would you get scared to touch my heart, see it unraveled, left unapart. Does it frighten you, to see such power, and lose it in less than an hour.
No I will not settle for, pointing the blame on the lukewarm, you should know your history, before you try the future out with me I've got a weak heart no more.
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The river sang the song, ‘bout you across the stream, wearing a ton of pink, but mostly on your cheek.
Repeat what's been repeated transformed to frames of time, I know it gets confusing when you play it back but cannot hit rewind.
Don't settle out of fear, because of boisterous blind, just ‘cause I think people are hypocrites, doesn't mean I can't be kind.
Use selfishness as safety, surround yourself with mirrors, pointed outward to reflect our faults, so you can hide your fears.
But if I'm caught condemning, condemn only myself, we paint ourselves as martyrs with the very same fingers we pointed others straight to hell.
(Hey make the circle bigger, ‘cause we cannot all fit
I suppose you think I think I'm pretty clever, clone the alphabet.
This time it's just for Sam, don't know me now just know what's past)
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 7. Tree on Wheels
Since when did things become so grey
i used to wish for rainy days
but now i seem to dream in color not black and white
and for a midnight drive so clear
with you beside me in my ear
never had a comfort call be
so unbearable
but the way all the trees swayed
was way too clever to be a mistake
and with a candid clarity
saw you unravel before me
and every stitch that made us we
now the swineherd seems much cleaner
the preacher seems less cruel
the politician just seems more crooked
we bend our knees but stand on stools
but the way all the trees swayed
was way too clever to be a mistake
and with a candid clarity
saw you unravel before me
can't let that happen don't you see
you see its more than just a crush
dont understand the passionless
all those who float with all the rest
its wintertime our friends will test
but the way all the trees swayed
was way too clever to be a mistake
and with a candid clarity
saw you unravel before me
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 8. This Is My Mom And Dad's Favorite Song
There's no comfort in comparison tonight
such degradation is not mine to deride
shoot it down shoot it down with makeshift wood
take it apart tear it up it does much too good
we work hard to be, but feign horribly
chase what we can't have, deny available
reasons to smile
but selfishness moderates such euphoria
with egocentric and bellicose interruptions
so twist the wrist with a smile to confine prevaricating intent
deliver convincing assurances with the deception that lies from within
in and out one ear, like some ancient grievance
the answer is before, the awaited retort
the problem cannot be shared
though it seems so unfair
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 9. When Darkness Abounds
Storm a coming bellowed the captain wildly
Bound to a place I cannot stay or be
Starboard bow is going under quickly
I knew I was dead the day they set me free
To make a choice they won't allow, first they just push then make you bow
If you resist they won't decease, until you're buried underneath
the place they walk and so its said, why be walked on while overhead,
they live their lives so undisturbed, why fight against, display such nerve.
for in the austerity of youth we give and take
knowing full well of the energy we can make
but as the shudders of the windowpane reflect our tears
as a reaction to the rain that cleanses fears
there's a sunset after every thunderstorm
and it's appreciated though found tired, cold and worn
why bother waiting for all the stars to shoot and fall
when its the wilderness within the world, i call.
home.
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 10. Coming Around Like The Karate Kid
I was just calling now to see how you were doing
you know i haven't called to talk for a few weeks
I took a walk last night because my mind was brewing
over the mess we made when we both couldn't see
there's no need to hear advice, optimistic illusions just like the screen
we place in front of our eyes, just like your idealism clouds reality
avert your wary eyes its 1984 without coercion
subtle subversion to the puritanical
we're unified unable to redefine our world
we make what's bearable seem quite far from bearable
mariner overboard we can't bear to steer ashore
the portly porter's parlantry did poorly at the fair
ignored when he called to me I'm wary of his worthless wares
and besides, how could i hear him when i wasn't there
I cannot help but feel, this situation
puts me in a place, I cannot win
With either choice I make, I'm sacrificing nations
No matter what you'll be convinced you're the victim
“Besides, Are we playing around out here, or do we mean what we say?” Album Menu 11. Rainbow Days Come After Rain And Both Make Life A Little Less Plain
With a subtle southwesterly wind she caresses the strings with the bow
the bow she'd used for years
As the dust lingered more on the floor than the case where forgotten she had left
so many of her fears, she left so many fears
Raised to be frugal and chaste with an eye that searched for everything
everything wholesome and plain
Knowing each new day brought many delights with subtle nuances unappreciatively the same
unappreciated, more like obliterated
there was a fog so thick you couldn't cut through it carrying a cold so damp
it just crept into your bones diffusing light like independence day sparklers
vivacious hues and tones
and you'd hear voices before you'd see a face proclaiming fear that the rain
would drown the place
the same rain that you could touch and taste as if snow
bringing the shakes that wouldn't dream of letting go
But the call of the morning sun gently reminded her window sill of much better days
Before she'd fallen into the uneasy malady she described as a delitescent malaise
The days when the cry of the prairie left her speechless enamored and whole
she felt so full
the taut strings untightened present fears unfrightened summer days untainted
by the cold
but now each day she wakes and each new day softly breaks
and she rises with a gentle sigh
like the fluttering of wings she caresses the strings with the comfort
she's hoping to find
I hope she finds it...
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There's no relief, for all these actions there's no meaning
So take and leave, you got a ticket and a piece of me
These trains are my thoughts traveling without stop
like our friendship's sailing away
I know it's hard when I lose hope but no escape won't end
No calm will remain constant
I'd like your sex but not as much as your breath on my neck, when we sleep
I'd like your smile but not as much as your arms round me when it's been too long
Hey yeah I'll believe in nothing when you cannot will not mean everything
Resignations all about timing condemn myself forever but I'll escape nonetheless
Why can't we stop we can't go back?
Am I worth walking aftermath?
You can't forget forever, I mean, I made reservations
I entertain, but sometimes I can't control when I smile
One day my actions will bring to light what cannot be comprehended.
Mother EP
“Mother EP ” Album Menu 1. I'm Pretty Sure This Is Someone Else's Song, But I Couldn't Figure Out Whose So I'm Keeping It!
The Humility Crew has long disbanded,
we've all embarked for a new shore and landed,
we send smoke signals but won't dip an oar,
we can't rewind our time or even ask for more
and I've been feeling so hopeless lately,
like there's no hope for me and not just maybe,
I want to swim so far out to the sea
I'll find a place where waves can rescue me
but the risks we react with are so lovely in their repose
and on that grief stricken day we'll know we could've done more.
so smile deep, shine strong don't let the fog fill and foul your way
‘cause there's a bright shiny sunny day beyond the storm.
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“Mother EP ” Album Menu 2. (blank)
there's a humble abode, in a heart that you know.
philosophize for me, I'm not surprised.
you sell yourself so short, a pair of pretty eyes.
you got a love for ladies tresses, demure distresses are the least,
of all your appellative problems, revolving round your apple cheeks.
you run the humble side of high wires, within the profession of defeat;
the grating screeching sound, of Roman Candle Winters.
and skirlish treachery.
slow motion bullets come on strong, transient trills as they traipse along,
it's all ahoy or anchors boys, it's no mirage.
and all the ghosts we're running from, well they'll keep on.
white wine and catheters, a lonely lock that's glazed with ice,
we make the world just what we want, we forge low valleys lit by night,
so make this moment to remember ‘cause I'm not yours to hold or keep
you'll never claim me.
you'll never hold no claim to me.
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“Mother EP ” Album Menu 3. Vulnerability As Power, Honesty As Disarmament, Responsibility As A Means Of Discovering Happiness, Destroying Stereotypes And Overcoming Fear Itself
I'll be home by tomorrow,
that's where my heart will be
and though you would to follow,
you can't pinpoint the moment when your wants became your needs
and with a kiss you sealed expectations
your name I'd be remembering
but the mouth it speaketh folly
it's only trusted best, it's trusted best to breathe.
I'm not the boy you take, home to your dear Mother,
but I'm the boy who makes, the best kind...
I'll be home by tomorrow, that's where my heart will be
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“Mother EP ” Album Menu 4. Mother Is A Song By Danzig Not By Me
Oh mother dear I'm afraid of explanations, afraid you wouldn't understand
But you raised me to believe in just a few things, that I haven't abandoned.
Like hope and love and faith of explanations, as to why I am the way I am,
And I'm trying so hard just to stay happy, I'm sorry if I'm not doing the best I can.
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“Mother EP ” Album Menu 5. My Heavenly Father Loves Me (original by Clara W. McMaster)
Whenever I hear the song of a bird or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face or the wind as it rushes by.
Whenever I touch a velvet rose or walk by our lilac tree…
I'm glad that I live in this beautiful world Heavenly Father created for me.
He gave me my eyes that I might see the color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear the magical sound of things.
He gave me my life my mind my heart; I thank him reverently,
for all his creations, of which I'm a part.
Yes I know Heavenly Father loves me
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“Mother EP ” Album Menu 6. Tonight i was trying to read and everyone was watching TV of some sort and I realized I not only was being sucked into the vacuous drama on screen but I was frustrated by the juvenile behavior of the portrayed characters. And I was frustrated because they weren't listening or communicating, and I realized they weren't allowed to communicate, they had to act juvenile. Because I was watching drama on television and all drama requires miscommunication and very selfish and juvenile behavior. And if anyone saw a program where people actually communicated their thoughts and feelings openly then it'd probably be boring. But since TV is what teaches some people (if not most people) how to behave and act. I worry for this planet...pt. 1
Friend I'll ride with you through any storm
I know you can't always be happy, but I think you can do more.
So try not to hang yourself up as just a prize
Don't sell yourself so short as eyes or wear a fake disguise
Alisa, I'll be your dear brother for all time
and though our names may never rhyme, we'll all be doing fine
This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club
“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 1. One Time In High School When Weezer's Pinkerton Album Had Recently Been Released, I Started Singing “Across The Sea” Quietly To Myself And You Must Have Heard Me Singing Because You Sang Along With Me Right There In English Class. And I Wanted You To Know That My Heart Hasn't Felt The Same Since.
Oh Alaska, where have you gone?
Oh my dear Alaska, is the current strong?
I'm coming from California, I hope it won't take long.
Just about an hour from now, and I'll be going
Oh my sweet Alaska, will you set me free?
I'm looking for a chariot to ride, because I hate this beach
Do you think the waves will part for me? or will I just sink...
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 2. I'm Pretty Sure This Is Someone Else's Song, But I Couldn't Figure Out Whose So I'm Keeping It!
The Humility Crew has long disbanded,
we've all embarked for a new shore and landed,
we send smoke signals but won't dip an oar,
we can't rewind our time or even ask for more
and I've been feeling so hopeless lately,
like there's no hope for me and not just maybe,
I want to swim so far out to the sea
I'll find a place where waves can rescue me
but the risks we react with are so lovely in their repose
and on that grief stricken day we'll know we could've done more.
so smile deep, shine strong don't let the fog fill and foul your way
‘cause there's a bright shiny sunny day beyond the storm.
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 3. I Didn't Mean To Write This On Memorial Day, It Just Came Out This Way.
(Happy Birthday Anyways Mom)
I'll stand the gaff tonight
but these perfidious motions constrict breath in breast
ephemerous songs of patriotism it's not
the 80's anymore that masquerade was run with broomstick
All this convenience is someone else's sacrifice
call them infidels and hussies
well learned are stereotypes
While we play gadabouts and royalty, oh how we love the living dead
let the conversation lead to bed, with the wine upside your head
exclaiming rape and screaming murder
but the truth will leak from pen
exclaiming rape and screaming murder
bristling sharp and bristling red
metal coffins taking flight lost in an ocher line of sight,
oh how majestic it's to love a memory
blood crying from the dust a country lost in lust
oh mother how I love you so
hope your birthday is so wonderful
despite the fact that I cannot be there
the military pension will take my place.
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 4. Residents In Orange County Live In A Bland Republican Paradise And Don't Know What It Really Means To Jam Econo...
Now friends just know I hold you dear but it's just all so ghastly to see you cry
Your makeups running smeared, your face is turning paisley and why?
...about a fight
Just talk about the things you love the most,
you've only been put there ‘cause of pressure
It isn't till disaster when we really get a chance to measure ourselves
So stretch the measured tape across our pains,
turn failure into lesson and loss to gain.
Let's grow up to ourselves forsaking crutch and cane,
eschew the dilletante and tailormade.
Let's have some drum rolls for drunkenness
we're on the lookout for a loose tongued lark
tripping over dutch doors is the only way to come home after dark.
Don't have to understand things for them to be
they say to be unique but they don't mean it
yesterday's luxuries became today's necessities
they'll have you believe your wants are your needs..
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 5. People Like Me Should Be Executed Like In The Iron Maiden Or Something Medieval
It was your birthday and I sang for you, but you cried like never before.
Because I made love to your best friend when you swore you loved me more.
But this one night's stance, well it wasn't plant.
It was more animal than harvested when we sunk beneath the floor.
So give me your hand, not this cold cement.
It's so unflinching, unforgiving like your face of stone when you said and meant.
Everything you said, you meant, and you meant everything you said.
And as I realize the consequence
I'm feeling better off like John who's hat flew off
with a cold gust of winded runners pant and breathe
at the pacemakers keep the beatnicks
use badaylight savings came and took the sunshine
now i can't have any white lined
paper comes in handy when you need to scratch things out.
It's less a stress than living life ‘cause you can just use white out.
It's less a stress than living life.
Three hundred and twenty one college ruled lines and shapes
With every placement perfect in a specific individual way
Basic themes and doctrines line up just like pawns in chess
Taking turns and waiting patiently so we can make them all a mess
Everywhere I go I get by gracefully,
it's never easy but by the grace of God the ends always meet.
It's like I'm finally understanding life for the first time
If I put in my best things won't be perfect but after awhile I'll feel fine.
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 6. Take Me Home (originally by Seve vs. Evan)
Its up to me, the ordinary archer. Its up to me and detective Watson
To find out all of those clues, to knock you out of your shoes
Its fine with me if you're the one whos talking,
Its fine with me if everyone is watching
Put us up on that movie screen, we kiss too good to never be seen
And I just dont care if I fall in love.
You can break my heart or even wrap it up
And you can call me crazy and I just might be.
How long are you planning to remain a mystery
Just let me know, cause. I adore you so
but you don't want to, Take it home. Dont want to, Take you home.
Taking it slow, so tired of waiting. Im scared you know been anticipating
Feel your breath just inches away. Can hardly breathe can hardly say
As you can tell I'm still a little nervous.
My palms are sweaty, lips are getting their purpose
Aim for under the nose, make sure my eyes are closed.
And I just dont care if I fall in love.
You can take my heart Ill even wrap it up
And you can call me crazy and I just might be.
How long are you planning to remain a mystery
Just let me know, cause. I adore you so
But you don't want to, Take me home. Dont want to, Take me home.
Trying to stick around for the girl of my dreams,
but my time is running out because shes not what she seems
I have no idea what that is. I thought you'd tell me if we kiss
Its like the roles are reversed shes apathetic, Im sensitive.
It seems like Im cursed a million thoughts that are negative
ah....
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 7. Tonight i was trying to read and everyone was watching TV of some sort and I realized I not only was being sucked into the vacuous drama on screen but I was frustrated by the juvenile behavior of the portrayed characters. And I was frustrated because they weren't listening or communicating, and I realized they weren't allowed to communicate, they had to act juvenile. Because I was watching drama on television and all drama requires miscommunication and very selfish and juvenile behavior. And if anyone saw a program where people actually communicated their thoughts and feelings openly then it'd probably be boring. But since TV is what teaches some people (if not most people) how to behave and act. I worry for this planet...pt. 1
Friend I'll ride with you through any storm
I know you can't always be happy, but I think you can do more.
So try not to hang yourself up as just a prize
Don't sell yourself so short as eyes or wear a fake disguise
Alisa, I'll be your dear brother for all time
and though our names may never rhyme, we'll all be doing fine
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 8. Tonight i was trying to read and everyone was watching TV of some sort and I realized I not only was being sucked into the vacuous drama on screen but I was frustrated by the juvenile behavior of the portrayed characters. And I was frustrated because they weren't listening or communicating, and I realized they weren't allowed to communicate, they had to act juvenile. Because I was watching drama on television and all drama requires miscommunication and very selfish and juvenile behavior. And if anyone saw a program where people actually communicated their thoughts and feelings openly then it'd probably be boring. But since TV is what teaches some people (if not most people) how to behave and act. I worry for this planet...pt. 2
I have so much I want to tell you, about this trip home.
I think I'm confused, or at least I don't know
but for now let me tell you
that there was music
and sighs
and tears
and books
and night drives
and whispers
and hugs
and eyes
and terms of endearment
and shaking
and shaking
and shaking...
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 9. Life Never Promised Any Security, That's Why They Sell Insurance
I bear the weight of such ill tides, I am the bearer of blackened news,
to lose a loved one is to be, forever bruised.
A dream becomes a nightmare, a pressing stage and spectral set,
with screaming lights and hackneyed tabbies who have forgotten what love begets.
Gordon there are no words for now but I'm so sorry
you always have more love to give
and if not, I'll call it quits
Tie down the six gun saddle, prepare to paint all the mountaintops,
we'll lace the scarlet skips with orchids, the latch key child we'll learn to watch.
and over time we'll wrestle sadness, we'll stretch our lives out arabesque,
we'll play a dirge to childish games (laughing loud) as we all settle in the grass.
I'm full of bad bad feeling, there's anger in the air.
we hold to the swimming of words, as if pilings on a pier.
but when warm eyes flash morse code that only one can see and read,
that's the one for me.
I don't think I'm strong enough, to hold everyone up with just my ego
where did he go? why did you have to go? why did he have to go?
It's just the flickering of lights, it's just the cold of winter nights,
it's just the painful play of morning light.
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 10. God Communicates To Us Through Billboards, If You Don't Believe Me Just Go To The South, He's Left Us Notes Almost EVERYWHERE Down There
I imagine just one line, you take to another place
we practice our words in time, so we can comfort ourselves with this space
we place between ourselves and the seeds we grow
why does the garden sow, so many angry boys
did we forget to breathe? when we dove down to grab the dime
we fill all our dreams with sleep, so we could rest and never fight
any obnoxious weeds making life bearable
if it weren't difficult, then nothing would satisfy.
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 11. I Was The Best Accident My Parents Ever Had (this is a joke/it's not really true, but it's funny right?)
I have a brother who's a haven, exemplary doors decorated with his inviting heart
So when I say I love the crowded Utah Valley, I miss and love you friends, but my brother, he's the biggest part.
He always reminds me how we're lucky, to how we've lived our lives though differently thus far
and it's all due to your kindness that I've lived the way I have
thanks to you listening now
and more so to my lovely friends
but a special thanks goes to those
who don't forget I love them though I won't remind them but even so our love will last till the next time that I hit town
they've fed me, and bed me. molded me from all our memories, loved me and TaughtMe...
though life won't let me love proper it will always make me leave
and you might not hear from me regular, but I am within reach
So spread your arms the length of the Rockies, let your love extend throughout each and every year
an open mind speaks untold understanding, accepting smiles kindly quiet
the inexorable strangers fears, the badineurs grounded by mirrors
the garlands worn and passed around, the milksop finds strength falling down
the minstrel hangs his boots to rest, belief in meliorism will spread and grow and never ever ever ever end...
when I see Orion I see my Father, it seems like every night I'm staring at the stars
looking for hope, maybe help, maybe strength through his example, I pray I learn to love the way he showed me how.
now I have a brother who's a haven, exemplary doors decorated with his inviting heart, so when i say i love the crowded Utah Valley, I miss and love you my friends, but my brother's the biggest part.
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 12. L'école Où Le Progrès Comme Forme De Commodité Est Considéré Comme La Plus Grande Avancée
Josh was serenely calm and shy within his heart,
his face stayed straight and never could break free
and favored, loved, revered by peers he played his part,
staying safe with what he knows so as not to be seen.
he never travelled farther than one full day's drive,
and he'd done nothing where he ever worried for his life,
he never really lived because he never really died,
or risked anything of value in his life.
Now Sarah had the best taste in the world,
everyone and anyone would agree,
she knew just what to wear and always what to say,
she always seemed to know just how to be.
but you won't always be appreciated just by being right,
everyone has problems though we all pretend to be all right,
we all fall short and feel inadequate but we still try,
our flaws and quirks are of great value in this life.
Well William never asked for anything, no sir
he was never given any chance,
it was always ready and prepared to bring, yes sir
like his life it was all prepared and all pre-planned.
born into power, born with a path,
to do nothing of your own accord sounds pretty sad
how could you value your own art knowing it was someone else's hand,
to create and choose is of great value in this life
creation's of great value in this life.
Jenny knew quite well just how to run,
but she'd never gone anywhere just to sit,
and she'd compete be first after the gun fired off, POW!
but never learned to appreciate any of it.
we can put forth so much effort that we always get first place,
but if we spend so much time spent on winning the race,
we never understand how it feels to help someone who's come unlaced,
or never gotten anything of value in their life.
Now Michael never did no one no wrong sir,
one of the few to do as he was told,
made no mistakes and never dared to look the other way
while there was any wrong going on.
kept his religion and he loved his wife
but never asked any questions about war and genocide,
he never cared to find out any of the reasons why,
people don't place value on one's life.
sometimes people don't place too much value on this life.
Now Samuel's just a cipher from the coast,
doesn't fit his expected role,
but he smiles and does the best he can to lift those,
all of the people that he knows.
and he's singing songs & giving hugs to everyone he meets,
hoping that they'll find themselves and who they want to be,
he doesn't know all that he wants but he found how he wants to be,
and it isn't always fun and it's never that easy.
but it's how we live that shows how we value our own life.
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“This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak For The Club” Album Menu 13. Postponing Alaska Pt. 2
Where scatheless security and faith resided deep,
before simple became byzantine, there was a haven where i could rest my head
a steady stealthy pilferage, displace myself throughout the years,
become a flawless dramaturg, so that you feel not see the brine on cheeks.
the work goes on for years not weeks, each act a dose barbiturate
But expect not a behest on my behalf. ‘cause I've been in deeper problems here.
Emotionally unstable they just shake the breeze,
take an idyllic jag as rakish restive youths crowd around your knees
It's what's been bothering me of late, believe what you will I extend that grace
it seems Alaska is my fate (but it's not my true place)
It's what's been bothering me of late, believe what you will I extend that grace
because a pedastal and stage is not my true place
I'm not going anywhere, anytime real soon,
‘cause I've got things to do before it's through
I've met up face to face with fate, can we postpone that morbid date
although I hate to make you wait, although I hate to make you wait.
It's what's been bothering me of late, believe what you will I extend that grace
it seems Alaska is my fate (but it's not my true place)
Geraniums
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“Geraniums” Album Menu
1. Sweet Ghost
Well I don't want to be alone,
and I faked an emergency so you'd call me, I know.
It's not like I am only crying wolf,
I'm crying everything but mostly your name, Sweet Ghost.
And my soul has become a cheap commodity,
with price tags marking the price you wanna see,
And I'm selling myself dishonestly as a fallen man.
Because whether you're here or not I am bound for a promised land,
I'm still unsure if it's the same one you have planned.
And Hyrum i had another awful dream,
where I was caught red-handed doing such awful things,
with mothers reclaiming their daughters in such agony,
and with great thronging and throes,
but I swear our lips touched gently under the crook of her nose.
And sweet lover, sweet love, oh, must you be in another state,
and in such places where the days can't be spent with you,
and when did I lose all of my romantic hope,
If I had a choice we'd find a place just all our own,
with nothing stopping us to go.
And I don't want to be alone,
and I faked an emergency so you'd call me, I know.
It's not like I am only crying wolf,
I'm crying everything but mostly your name, Sweet Ghost.
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“Geraniums” Album Menu 2. American Thug
And I don't wanna be an American Thug
I don't wanna be like everyone
I just want to learn to make my own food
I just want to try to have a good attitude
I don't wanna be an American Thug
I just wanna smile and show everyone love
I don't want to force people to be like me
I don't want a part on the World Police Team
Cause I don't wanna be an American Thug
and I don't want to be apathetic or numb
I just want to make places better where I'm at
I want to smile and be the best person I can
And I don't wanna be an American Thug
I don't wanna be like everyone
I want to be unique I want to be kind
But it's never that easy, all the time.
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“Geraniums” Album Menu 3. Lynette, I Love You
When I was three, you came to me,
you had a popsicle with two sticks that we could split right down the middle
you were my friend, and i to you.
and you taught me how to share between us two.
I was 22 I picked up a guitar,
I thought it'd be a good way to share things from my heart,
I traveled round, I made some friends.
They give to me because I give something to them.
We don't have much but it's enough for us to be happy
Recently she came to me to share her time and love cause she believes
though we don't have much, it is enough,
to stick together when life gets real tough
her name's Lynette and I'm in love, she's la la la lovely.
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“Geraniums” Album Menu 4. Artex Died In Truth Or Consequences, NM (video version)
You're climbing up up up
like a dragon's long reaching neck can scrape the sky
It's not enough
making things happen the way you want and you don't know why
But if the bad guys came with their many hordes do you think we could unify?
Or would we crack under pressure of so many armies that we had to fight?
We'd be going bop Bop BOP
with us back to back and our cap guns in the air
And they'd go plop Plop PLOP
with a cry of complaint because they'd know it was just no fair
Because we'd fight like we were thousands though we're unified into just one
But I get scared when you climb up onto my shoulders, watch me sink into the mud
At least scream my name, or pull at my reins.
I know you need more, but I'm just so drained.
And there's so much farther we need to go,
and there's so much more I want you to know.
So let's go bop Bop BOP
with us back to back and our cap guns in the air
And they'll go plop Plop PLOP
with a cry of complaint because they'll know it was just no fair
Because we'll fight like we are thousands though we're unified into just one
And I get scared when you climb up onto my shoulders, but I am never giving up
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“Geraniums” Album Menu 5. ヒーロー見参 (Hero Kensan SLC Version)
a smile has been calling me for a long time, sometimes it squeezes by in smirks
i tried to cover my ears pretending not to hear (like Peco)
let's learn the language of the trees, I'll hunch my heart into my knees
prepare a pegasus for every naked face inhaling hope through furrowed frowns.
you think I sold my soul to Satan, I swear I gave myself to God,
what we love will always make us happy, we all make up our own right and wrong
bereave such salient an epicure
we'll change the world with our monumental miniscule gestures
I live with all my decisions all somnolescent dissipation
exacerbate the exclamation point right out.
tug on the apron of our instincts while watchers cluck dissaproval
of all the proud but beaten down to think their suffering proves they're strong.
alack the day we left the sordid soused the rascal roused running round
the crooked crown like chimerical starlings over the servant left supine.
so act adult atop your dormer window where the whole world and no one can see
can't be an anchorite in this breathless city but we can practice sociometry
line up sophomoric slams with slander vesture pained dignity with love's liniment
derail the amorist with his silver swagger and his intrusion on rustic refinement
cover the crestfallen with golden paper planes pretend and playing that it's autumn
gently undaunted by the knowledge of being a burden to the ground
now I'm a burden to all around.
she's back in Sin City, it's time for me to come back down
It's time I made a decision, It is time, I made a choice
If I'm in debt to God and you
then I'm in debt to those who hate me enough to raise their voice
don't let me be found in angry books
frustrated that they get no second looks
keep me alive with the soft love made by calloused hands
for what do we live for if not to do good?
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“Geraniums” Album Menu 6. Sometimes To Be Completely Honest I Really Miss You And I Wish We Could Just Openly Talk Sitting Cross Legged Facing Each Other Just Holding Each Others Hands, Talking, You Know? And Just Talk And Be Friends Again. It Would Be So Nice.
that beautiful boy love him till he's full
it spills out from his soul
and parts his lovely lips
swinging into the smile making you so proud
so when his arms come round
it's not a shackle but a crown
you know it's just not fair for me to be
anything less than, everything I am.
that delicate girl with her hopes lifting up
she pushes forward with such trust
depending on your face, concern and words.
look in her eyes with half a smile, half a sigh
with both feet on the ground you fly
you're never coming down if you can just let go.
oh darling don't forget to appreciate your love
don't forget your failures past, giving lessons that will last.
Goodnight Gary
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“Goodnight Gary” Album Menu
1. The Religion of Me
Well you stopped floundering in the summer of 2006,
you stamped the wet cement of time and stopped to watch it sit,
But there's a mindless repetition, filling you with rage,
And there's a seedy character, he's always crashing stage.
Asphyxiated bombs or clocks, stuffed full of hollow time,
and you can sway with tides or currents but you'll only find,
There's a pariah pressing in, a pugilist by trade,
he'll square away for atavistic archetypes and saints.
And while we walk with imitation Cleopatra fakes,
our heavy insecurity will burden and will break,
cause there's a cheering cavalcade, a chorus that will swell,
and it will shatter scintillating things they try to sell.
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2. Edited
I had another dream again,
where I was punching my best friend,
the blood was seeping through my skin,
the sound of cracking bones, made me sick
I had another dream again,
where I was with your girlfriend
the sweat was crawling cross my skin
But I wasn't stopping.
and I writhed,
and I did fight,
and I did cry,
but I won't deny.
I won't deny I did it.
I had another dream again
where I did something I'd regret
So when I woke I didn't speak of it.
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3. For My Friends
Well I left Butch to spend time up by Sundance,
Leland it's strange to think how we've changed through the years
How our old friends have left us in their memory,
but never reminding us that we are still here.
Miss Borup oh Miss Borup please fit me into your next movie script
and let me play the part, I think that I could make it a big hit.
I know full well how much more difficult settling down as a star would be
But oh how I could use extra money
St Elmo's fire has leaped upon the garrets,
McKay, the problem is I live my own advice.
But I've been looking smart and talking smarter,
now I'm more well aware of how I've paid the price
If I were Seve I'd sing about scars, sailors, cowboys and wolves
but I can't outdraw such a handsome gent with just this pen and prose
the longer she's close by my side the greater that this grating distance grows
and we keep acting as if we both didn't know
Now we've perfected sophistry by making it seem so sincere,
with ritualized agitated airborne blows
and there's no question anyone is questioning your faith and creed,
but it's why you're the type who's belladonna grows
so close to everyone who's faith is blind or anyone who takes no thought
to how they became who they are or how they got the things they got
perspective shared reactions reaching where we never know nor will ever see
so use that mirror for a scale not vanity
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4. Gas Masks At The Barbeque Beach Party Make Out Session
whoa whoa don't you dare let go
just fill my heart with hate
oh oh you don't even know
that you can't make this pain abate
and i'm forever grateful that you kissed me
but i'm not ready to be loved and you don't really love me
and i'm so sorry to ruin your party but can i go
and why is it so hard to believe i get nervous at shows
whoa whoa don't you dare let go
just fill my heart with hate
oh oh you don't even know
that you can't make this pain abate
and grownups will be grownups but they still act like kids
age doesn't equal maturity when you can't
recognize what you did was wrong
and i'm so sorry to ruin your party but can i go
i'm gonna head straight for alaska and i'm not coming home
i never meant to ruin your party but can i go
i'm gonna head straight for alaska and i'm not coming home
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5. Dinwiddie Is A Great Name For A City, But “Dinwiddie Is A Great Name For A City” Is An Even Better Name For A Song!
It isn't mysticism, to share your light with those you love
but it's pointless pragmatism, to deny the feeling of
you can't use those boxes, just look at all those curves
with all your mathematics, equations won't explain the stir
Just because you can't feel it, doesn't mean that it's false
Just because they're all idiots, doesn't mean its wrong
can't blame the leader if the followers get it wrong.
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6. The Joy Of Yesterday Seems So Far Away
This pen doesn't belong on this paper, my body belongs in bed,
Could you just hold me? Stop touching, stop moving.
(me esta ahogando) your brazen arms
affection so selfish, so indulged
and I'll sing songs about strangers,
the ones I call my friends.
Abandoned by their failures the years won't make amends
or perhaps their changing lives won't fit a piece of me within
I feel it there inside my chest and beside my ear
and though you find I can't be the rock you can lay by
but I've a friend who makes this easier but things they won't end
they'll stay with me and they'll be back soon, they'll be back soon once again
Could you just hold me?
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7. These Windy Days Make For Winded Nights
the wind, pushed into my mouth, filled my chest, left me dumb
pink beauty box contained a brush and coma, I'll love you always I'll love you none
shut up my nervous laughter with your well trained lips
confine me in your calm but don't try to protect
(me) when you'll be gone in two months or less
you know i could care less
the phone makes you feel farther
the silent shaking turned into spasms
the uncontrolled sound of your precious mouth
left me erupting my heart into shattered
pangs that kept returning when you were not found
again, oh long lost friend
the same things I wanted ten years ago
but I'm still unsure as to how I get them though
i know how to avoid the things that I don't want
sometimes
another spectrum is waiting to expand,
there's no supply for your demand
we're all replaceable but there's still potential.
Why can't you just wait there's no light tonight except what shines in your eyes
Why can't you just say, everything on your mind so we can cut out these lies
Jumping from the car to see your face again
Wish I could feel the same way for you.
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8. You're Blocking The Doorway And Your Intimidating Shadow Is Disallowing Me From Joining With The Light
I love you dear friend
I can't help but keep you in the front of my mind
for when it will end
she's been getting drunk and doing things that if it were me
well I might regret
and I think I deserve more
but we both deserve better
and I think I deserve more
but we both deserve better
and I love you girlfriend
but this isn't working
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9. Many Are Cold, but Few Are Frozen
Now Anna Thompson had a day job,
decided maybe she was better off
spending her time searching for a man
who would never cause her pain
And my friend Daniel felt wickedly without hope,
would rather wrap himself up at the end of a rope,
He didn't think he'd find a girl that wouldn't ever pester him to death
But it's just a choice there is no luck
And what we love we will become
Sometimes a little sacrifice for us
Will only make us better in our ability to love
Now Anna and Daniel, well they met once,
spent a few days up in that ignorant oblivion
that world of bliss where all's forgotten
when we spend time with someone brand new,
But Anna she got scared and avoided him for days
and Dan well he gave up before she even came his way
to tell him he should take it slower but he wasn't around to wait
But it isn't sad to move along,
love stories aren't always a simple song
Friends and lovers come and go not just in pain
But they arrive and often leave for learnings sake.
And I just saw the last six years flash before my eyes,
Procuring evidence for all the reasons why
I've been negating the reality that makes me who I am
But maybe I want to believe what I'm singing
And there's some things that I must change
And although I know I deserve good things to come my way
Well maybe it isn't so bad to have to wait.
What else can I believe?
Some of us are just hoping in things we cannot see
Sometimes we must convince ourselves of obvious lies
if but to make us happy as we struggle through this life
and we get what we think we deserve and I'm not settling for second prize.
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10. Gary's Valentine's Day Song (King Ludwig's castle called Neuschwanstein)
Let the whispering pines just sway
Let the queen with her pure and white breasts just float all day
If the leaves that come this March will not stay
Then goodbye to all my friends I'm leaving today
Sleep in my arms throughout the year
Even though I cannot stay remotely near
Despondence despairs every attempt I fear
Since it's you I need but these shoes cannot steer
It's you I need but these shoes cannot steer
Goodnight Dannii
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1. Nirvana, by Kurt Cobain
I'm giving up, is this my lonely grave?
At least it's not, another lonely stage;
Conditioned care, depending on demand,
or rationed by outrageous rabid fans.
She's by my side, I feel her hand in mine,
walking me through, this nightmarish life;
She's understanding, when I wince in pain,
she understands, why I hide away.
We'll run away, from those without a heart,
we'll keep on running, from those critics of art;
We'll find a place, where skeptics learn to believe,
and those once blind, will begin to see. Inside of me.
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2. The Train Has A Family, The Road Has No Home, There's No Right & Wrong In The Choice Alone
Morning would swell after the summertime,
and letters echoed from your mailbox to mine,
with royal decrees of life vicariously,
whether it's leaping or falling the memories,
of our tucked knees were but once a year.
Now Fearless I hear that you're a dad,
I more than admire the place you're at,
if I'm lagging behind or on the side,
please tell me before I resign my place in life.
Real heroes don't conquer great mountaintops,
but live everyday loving the ones they got,
they focus on how to lift the world around,
rather than how it tends just to bring us down
And I'll never forget what my commander said,
how we must make our misfortunes a positive,
though the ones who love you won't always agree,
when you act out of line their love won't let it be.
their love won't let it be, to see you fall,
to see you crawl, to see you shirk such potential, and deny it all.
divesting myself daily on hallowed ground,
this lustrating treadmill has no production now,
the dumb became deaf don't want discussion or change,
but would rather you shush...
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3. Optimus Prime is Dead
A cold walk with hot chocolate keeps me happy
like watching a film in your arms,
I love city lights reflecting on the mountains
and the sky when it's red and orange
But if there's one thing that I think that I must do
I think it's most likely better I forget I need you
She moves like lightning, electric fury through smile
With silence that speaks, eclipse pleasantry and learn to listen with your heart.
Palladins and princesses
with all-star eyes and long socked freaks
whether they're septic sea horses or scurvy mermaids
these words still hold meaning
Despite the fact that they may mean nothing to you
It doesn't mean my words are inane or untrue
ooh don't be uncouth Optimus Prime is dead, there is no use
all chances removed, don't bother calling in for troops,
it's here you should move, it's here you should, it's here you could...
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4. Artex Died In Truth Or Consequences, NM
You're climbing up up up
like a dragon's long reaching neck can scrape the sky
It's not enough
making things happen the way you want and you don't know why
But if the bad guys came with their many hordes do you think we could unify?
Or would we crack under pressure of so many armies that we had to fight?
We'd be going bop Bop BOP
with us back to back and our cap guns in the air
And they'd go plop Plop PLOP
with a cry of complaint because they'd know it was just no fair
Because we'd fight like we were thousands though we're unified into just one
But I get scared when you climb up onto my shoulders, watch me sink into the mud
At least scream my name, or pull at my reins.
I know you need more, but I'm just so drained.
And there's so much farther we need to go,
and there's so much more I want you to know.
So let's go bop Bop BOP
with us back to back and our cap guns in the air
And they'll go plop Plop PLOP
with a cry of complaint because they'll know it was just no fair
Because we'll fight like we are thousands though we're unified into just one
And I get scared when you climb up onto my shoulders, but I am never giving up
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5. ヒーロー見参 (Hero Kensan)
a smile has been calling me for a long time, sometimes it squeezes by in smirks
i tried to cover my ears pretending not to hear (like Peco)
let's learn the language of the trees, I'll hunch my heart into my knees
prepare a pegasus for every naked face inhaling hope through furrowed frowns.
you think I sold my soul to Satan, I swear I gave myself to God,
what we love will always make us happy, we all make up our own right and wrong
bereave such salient an epicure
we'll change the world with our monumental miniscule gestures
I live with all my decisions all somnolescent dissipation
exacerbate the exclamation point right out.
tug on the apron of our instincts while watchers cluck dissaproval
of all the proud but beaten down to think their suffering proves they're strong.
alack the day we left the sordid soused the rascal roused running round
the crooked crown like chimerical starlings over the servant left supine.
so act adult atop your dormer window where the whole world and no one can see
can't be an anchorite in this breathless city but we can practice sociometry
line up sophomoric slams with slander vesture pained dignity with love's liniment
derail the amorist with his silver swagger and his intrusion on rustic refinement
cover the crestfallen with golden paper planes pretend and playing that it's autumn
gently undaunted by the knowledge of being a burden to the ground
now I'm a burden to all around.
she's back in Sin City, it's time for me to come back down
It's time I made a decision, It is time, I made a choice
If I'm in debt to God and you
then I'm in debt to those who hate me enough to raise their voice
don't let me be found in angry books
frustrated that they get no second looks
keep me alive with the soft love made by calloused hands
for what do we live for if not to do good?
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6. Dispersing the Veil
I wrote some words I cannot speak, I wrote some words I couldn't print
Cause I can't lie to you or me, sometimes I'm still a cynic
Hey if I'm not meant for life, I know that I keep messing up,
well I'm determined still to try, I must just be in a slump.
So Father place your hands around, create the shape to fit a crown
cast out the demons from my sleep, the ones that sabotage my dreams
because I just can't stand alone, closed off from everyone
Because good people help you grow, good friends bring you love and hope.
It's gonna be all right,
though we've got heavy clouds hanging over our heads
Still it's gonna be all right,
though we've felt secluded in such sad and loneliness
But no, it's gonna be all right,
we've all been there, and we've all made it back
Because it's gonna be all right,
maybe you can't hear us cheer, but we've got arms where you can rest.
Cause we're all trying to succeed in being who we all admire,
Sometimes we hurt each other through our struggles and failures to aspire
we all wrestle with our own power, in our influence for good we doubt,
to be responsible for our own actions rather than what surrounds
Becomes a burden so hard to bear and it's so easy to place the blame
But we've all hurt just like we've ached, and hypocrites we will remain.
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7. Will Oldham
I will leave by the morning sun, I will leave with the dawn,
I will leave with my dress shoes on, I will leave, I will leave.
I will leave at the train's first call, I will leave from your mind and all,
I will leave and let your memory pall, I will leave, I will leave.
I will leave with the sound of the gun, I will leave on beat with metronome,
I will leaf just as the winter comes, I will leave, I will leaf.
I will leave as if a bird in flight, I will leave like dark from coming light,
I will leave a trail for you to find, but I will leave, I will leave.
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8. Aubrey Debauchery
city I don't know your streets well enough
where I could get from one place to the next
but I guarantee I know your trees and leaves
that I could find a good place to rest
and girl you came for an adventure but couldn't
keep your feet from dragging the ground
and your chin and your countenance lowered so much
that your face could not rise from a frown
the grass is just as green on my side of the stream,
the grass is just as green
the grass is just as green on my side of the stream,
I would be carefree if you'd let me
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8. Non à McMerde
(Instrumental)
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9. Kevin Costner Is The Barry Manilow Of Actors
Well they warned me when I left, that I'm not strong as my ideals.
I can't do it alone, something I've always known
But darling, sweet darling, don't give up on me.
I'm bound to be everything you hoped and knew I was,
even the things that you think need changing
Now we can't focus on our pain, that ever stretching paved highway
so seemingly spread thin, well there's no end to it.
you can't just sit down, there's a light there up ahead,
tonight we rest tomorrow we'll start again
shirking comforts and escapes we'll look our problems in the eye,
and with our actions manifesting love,
we'll put our selfishness aside.
now if you love it set it free, but don't you dare go clip it's wings
and when it asks you to fly high, you at least just gotta try
maybe it longs for you there, though it acts without a care
so when it beckons you to come, it's asking gently for your love
y para siempre si tu, te amara, y no se lo olvide.
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10. Gorilla Biscuits
It's nighttime darling time to tuck you in, at least wrap you up in my arms,
I've got a cozy closet for us both to climb in, a haven, a hansom, a heart.
I've made mistakes and I know that I will again, but I always get back up
I've tried my hardest and of course I will again, I promise I won't ever give up
Your dipping hands, upbraided by your demands,
and all my advice, abraded by my own life,
Digging through the dirt, unsure of what I'll unearth
But I'll be groveling below your knees to beg devotion for who I'm not.
USS Leland (Leland Lewis)
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1. Eulogy
Oh the roots, below entangled round your body.
Are just arms that hold, they aren't hurting nobody.
And you've had a long and lonely life, and you've raised us all so well.
Rutherford, with your surname lost and buried.
Well I researched, through my mother's line of Garry.
There you were living in my hands and eyes, and initialed here and there.
And the bark can decay for all we're worried.
Cause your love, is worth some scars and aching.
Though we knew we wouldn't be left in the cold, you never stood for no disgrace.
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2. Rebirth
This all began, with the memoir of a man.
Another name on a wall, another grave in a line.
Never mentioned in your biased history books, but found alive, in the memory of my mother.
It's with this purpose, that I'm reciting lines and verses,
dedicated to a person worth remembering more,
than the meaningless slogans so many companies form,
with the sole purpose of making a dime.
The man you were, the man I want to be.
But it gets so confusing in this modern age, sometimes my displaced passion turns to rage.
Wonder what kind of man you would be, wonder if you'd be like me.
I imagine, you would tell me to keep my faith, that all things work out and tend to go our way.
If we are just patient we will get the prize, did you think that when you died?
Wonder what kind of man you would be, I wonder if you would be anything like me.
If we are just patient we will get the prize, did you think that still when you died?
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3. Redemption
Alight, with every ounce we have inside.
With every hopeful dream denied.
With every bleeding beaten ego, we'll take it all by storm and ride.
With sacrifices that suffice, with humbled kneeling honest cries.
With every inch of everything we have, we'll make it there or fail while trying.
I'll gladly fail while I'm still trying.
Oh, but to be like you.
Though it may take a lifetime and I may never get it right.
You've given purpose and design, to a struggling slave to strife.
They'll come a day, where I'll see your love shining through.
If I can give my love unto others as you do.
And I know I'll never be perfect.
But to try to be like you.
Apache, The (Bastian Salazar)
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1. Ed Templeton or Rodney Mullen (1993)
Your parlor tricks aren't welcome, your point of view is just abuse.
You're what we say you are, you're not innocent, until its proved.
Flashing lights don't save people, you made your bed so don't complain.
Your movement is a sickness. You'll find me on your wall of shame.
We're in the same room now, but our perception of what's happening will never be the same
your ignorance is rape, you're objectified? Well so am I.
You are exactly what you fight. A faceless color in the street.
Your death will be a Wilhelm, your towering ivory will crumble down around our feet.
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2. George Washington Carver or John Maynard Keynes (1902)
I'm gonna find you, and when I do, your weeping mother won't recognize you
your mouth betrays you, your mind is blank.
The language that foams from your philandering mouth, deserves to be cleaned with my fist
too arrogant by half, too talented by lack, bitch.
This songs about you I don't hate to say, that I wish that you were here,
so I can stick a knife into your deafened ear.
Use fairness for selfish, expect no one to know, I'll take karma in my hands
rather than just curse your roads.
A lot of leather to give you, your education starts with physical abuse
So I'll burn olive branches, throw them on your lawn, I'll blame the child that fathered me,
not even tears can clothe the disgrace that I see.
It's a drink too many, but it's not enough. I'm gonna drown it all away or at least make a silver bullet my escape.
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3. Yosarian Lives or Peter Weir (1944)
You are no gentleman sir, we may be seeking to trim our sails,
but all change isn't progress just ask all those never haves and never wills.
The ugliness of our past sins, the haunting memory of those we've lost,
I'll burn all bridges behind me and display my cheeks for every ideal I have sought.
I'll cut my nose off to spite my face, I've come from dust and I'll go to a grave,
Inscribing anger to flesh wash my hands in your blood after calling you out your name.
What we take in hand we achieve, by hook or crook we'll bring you to your knees,
And when the crows cannot find you we'll taste of your misery and we will find it sweet.
I could have been your father if a dog didn't beat me there.
Take notice all of my primitive scars are displayed in the front.
And I might ask to be introduced to you,
but I can promise I'll put out my hand so I can then refuse.
And maybe I'm an iconoclast by rote,
but what's one more body against the foundations? A Cliff Evans placed by stone.
I'd rather hear myself shouting over a stupid crowd,
rather than hear what you have to say you'll never understand me anyway.
Disperse a flock with a few stones, and I might pay for it through the nose,
You jeopardize all your freedom when you exercise it Geronimo Pratt would know.
Meanwhile we fix all grammatical error in every ten cent book we read on faith,
And I will play a Cassandra with Christopher Pinchbeck like songs decorating my name.
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4. James Coburn or Samantha Morton (1833)
've been thinking for a while, of a way, to help me smile,
it would be lovely to see your neck within a noose.
Feeling that warm country breeze, see you swinging in a tree,
with your own excrement all filling up your boots.
Can't think of a better day, when all you have is mine to take,
and all your loud opinions are silenced, dead and mute.
Remember when you came to me, your whole life needed fixing,
and I lent a hand because you were so destitute.
Then you claimed I'd burn in hell, for mixing moonshine and drinking, well,
well I may sleep around but my opinions aren't prostitutes.
You gather everyone around, just to fill your money pouch,
but I'm not buying your religion, it's not true.
Nothing you could do or say, to change my mind or make it sway,
and this revolver is good enough to cut you through.
Nothing you could do or say, to change my mind or make it sway,
and this revolver is good enough to cut you through. (repeated)
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5. Robert Redford or Kristen Wiig (1973)
Darling, why you walking out that door, you scared of disaster?
And sugar when you see me no more, will your time move faster?
Cause honey you that you'll miss me, you'll miss me in your mornings.
You'll miss all the laughing we'd do, and even the boring.
And she said, ‘oh, love sometimes it grows.’
And she said, ‘oh, love sometimes it folds.’
But baby baby baby baby baby baby baby, don't you treat me like that.
I've become a man of self-respect, you know I, I won't take you back.
So if you got some thinking to do, well you know I will give you time.
But if you planning on taking long, you know I can't promise my side.
And I said, ‘oh, love sometimes it grows.’
And I said, ‘oh, love sometimes it folds.’
So if love is a building, let's get things off the ground.
And if love is a building, let's build this world around.
And if love is a building, let's make it safe and sound.
And since love is a building, let's watch it crumble round.
See it fall down. Enjoy the sound.
And we'll sing, ‘oh, love sometimes it grows.’
And we'll sing, ‘oh, love sometimes it folds.’
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6. Robert Cormier or Haruki Murakami (1997)
I was thinking of a way, there must some form of escape.
A way to fix what I've become, without addressing what I've done.
I'll carve the muscles from your calves, and drown your escape with my laugh.
I'll place your mouth next to a curb, so you can smile for the whole world.
Fear of abandonment is known, by my hands around your throat.
I struggle to find just one thing, that doesn't break or run from me.
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7. Paul Newman or Sidney Poitier (1958)
My dreams of late have clenched my fists, and scared my waking self.
(Don't let yourself fall back asleep)
We search for castles, but I'm lost amongst the living Whales.
I'm running round by Scooter, seeing the best side of France.
Hopping trains and dodging ticket takers, it's not worth it dealing with this dance.
The cops are coming up the stairs, we're actors and we're playwrights.
We're gypsies dressed as thieves, but on Sundays we are on our knees.
The red lights of Hamburg shout and scream, clawing, clawing as they climb.
And the boats of Luxembourg go back and forth, until they all capsize.
Why I chose this road I don't know, it's too hard on my own.
And dear friend we've never met before, but I think that it's been too long.
(So hold me tight and close, I'm feeling so morose.)
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8. Fritz Lang or Buster Keaton (1927)
We saw the European guild, we saw the messages all written round the world.
Written round the world.
We saw the Sphinx placed on high, we saw the beveled ceilings behind iron gates.
Behind Iron Curtains.
We saw the echoes of your acts, we saw the peace placed, between each and every sibling.
Each and every loved one.
We saw your hair falling in curls, we saw the sculptures placed in every single yard.
Every single doorway.
We'll give up everything we can, we'll give our all to call, your soil our home. Your soil our country.
We'll give up everything we own, we'll give our all to call, your soil our land. Your soil our haven.
We heard the music in your halls, we saw the paintings upon every single corner.
Dripping with your dreams.
We walked through fields of every kind, we spoke with every person preaching your beliefs.
Preaching your religion.
We'll give up everything we can, we'll give our all to call, your soil our home. Your soil our country.
We'll give up everything we own, we'll give our all to call, your soil our land. Your soil our haven.
Oh Europe, we're your biggest fans, you may not know us but we're aching to be friendly.
We're aching to be friends.
Grad School Application
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1. Destined Be
We're in the place we're meant to be, and we came this way by destiny
And I'm meant to say, what you're meant to hear, and maybe it's meant to fall on deafened ears.
Awaiting for times, you're ready...when? Your mind remembers what once was said,
and maybe nonsense once becomes a creed for life, and what once was a passionate belief, denied.
For we change and grow, adapt and mend we understand and learn and fend for our own happiness we fight,
so let's not struggle gasp and die but easy, easy mind the course exerting effort only towards
the goals we're sure of as we prepare well knowing we are unprepared just pushing plodding day by day
at some point we'll make it stay that constant calm, that confidence no matter what we'll make it hence
and if it falls apart in hands we will know when to start again.
We'll know when to rest and when we've failed, we'll know it when the time avails.
Sometimes doors open too easily if we didn't struggle we wouldn't see,
how precious it is that which we seek, sometimes, its slowing that we need.
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2. Execute
It was your birthday and I sang for you, but you cried like never before.
Because I made love to your best friend when you swore you loved me more.
But this one night's stance, well it wasn't plant.
It was more animal than harvested when we sunk beneath the floor.
So give me your hand, not this cold cement.
It's so unflinching, unforgiving like your face of stone when you said and meant.
Everything you said, you meant, and you meant everything you said.
And as I realize the consequence
I'm feeling better off like John who's hat flew off
with a cold gust of winded runners pant and breathe
at the pacemakers keep the beatnicks
use badaylight savings came and took the sunshine
now i can't have any white lined
paper comes in handy when you need to scratch things out.
It's less a stress than living life ‘cause you can just use white out.
It's less a stress than living life.
Three hundred and twenty one college ruled lines and shapes
With every placement perfect in a specific individual way
Basic themes and doctrines line up just like pawns in chess
Taking turns and waiting patiently so we can make them all a mess
Everywhere I go I get by gracefully,
it's never easy but by the grace of God the ends always meet.
It's like I'm finally understanding life for the first time
If I put in my best things won't be perfect but after awhile I'll feel fine.
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3. Memorial Day
I'll stand the gaff tonight
but these perfidious motions constrict breath in breast
ephemerous songs of patriotism it's not
the 80's anymore that masquerade was run with broomstick
All this convenience is someone else's sacrifice
call them infidels and hussies
well learned are stereotypes
While we play gadabouts and royalty, oh how we love the living dead
let the conversation lead to bed, with the wine upside your head
exclaiming rape and screaming murder
but the truth will leak from pen
exclaiming rape and screaming murder
bristling sharp and bristling red
metal coffins taking flight lost in an ocher line of sight,
oh how majestic it's to love a memory
blood crying from the dust a country lost in lust
oh mother how I love you so
hope your birthday is so wonderful
despite the fact that I cannot be there
the military pension will take my place.
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4. Religion of Me
Well you stopped floundering in the summer of 2006,
you stamped the wet cement of time and stopped to watch it sit,
But there's a mindless repetition, filling you with rage,
And there's a seedy character, he's always crashing stage.
Asphyxiated bombs or clocks, stuffed full of hollow time,
and you can sway with tides or currents but you'll only find,
There's a pariah pressing in, a pugilist by trade,
he'll square away for atavistic archetypes and saints.
And while we walk with imitation Cleopatra fakes,
our heavy insecurity will burden and will break,
cause there's a cheering cavalcade, a chorus that will swell,
and it will shatter scintillating things they try to sell.
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5. Sharing with Strangers
The eloquent art of sharing, to take as if to give,
to thieve as if it's daring, no confrontation was required.
we had two bikes now we have one, you left us with an empty box;
filled up with violence for a person no return address was left though.
palpable liquor poured in my veins with my mouth sewn up tight,
red rag to bull, slow car left lane powerlessness provokes four letter thought,
can we shake hands recite history can i know who you are?
a bike is less value than you to me, it's selfish but I'd rather be friends.
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6. Human Resources
Blood rushes to your cheeks, victory.
my fingers become vines, your hands hanging ivy, your mouth is so metallic.
middle class morality, champion.
the last stitch is in your nose now, anything to get my eyes back.
red flag hoisted to the sky, hero.
whistling while wearing your sadness. I'm dancing in sandboxes...
but silence is unnerving, Circle runner?
dumb with depth, i'm digging deeper, belligerent misgiving.
The corners of your mouth have loosened, challenger.
Paper is more patient than man. Oh, oh my aching self esteem.
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7. Home
The haze of red and green passing, need my glasses, 3am.
Rain comes jumbling, loud stereo, stay awake! passing on the right, Iowa.
Jolted by a buzzing, loose change, i love you, 7am.
Vigilant. Hours pass, seconds count. No recreation. Red light reminder.
Gasoline hands, police, hiding beneath, 11am.
Scraps of bread, going strong, sliding forward, losing battle. The sun will win.
Lord, I miss her...been too long, a throbbing rhythm, 3pm.
Grieving hands and hours lost, black horizon, helpless fate...Nebraska.
Flurried snowstorm, tired eyes, curse Wyoming, 7pm.
A whipping wind, a reckless road, 90 feels slow. Water heals hunger.
Gold lights, anxious fury, nothing stopping, 11pm.
Familiar arms, loving hands, never leave your side again. Home.
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8. Teamwork
By now, you'll be, a million miles gone, your tongue between your teeth,
captive conundrums, replaced with a lark, riding those railings, well into the dark.
And execrated when you're found again.
And although you won't consider coming home, at least consider those, kissing their Bibles
and gilding their eyes, jarring the heavens with their plaintive cries, and throwing their bonnets o'er mills.
In the light of your own vampire you can always count on being empty and greedy,
cause piling tomorrows will leave you empty days with waiting games to skin your knees.
You haven't hit your stride, you've hit an access, a coward's contest,
Presenting prattle to ironed ears with a stethoscope in your hands.
But if you could just remember winsome days, withholding your disdain thin skinned and hopeful,
conjecturing how to kill your albatross and to avow chivalry among all men.
With acquaintances like an interlacing arcade count on them at hazard when in disaster,
you know well the price of ladder rungs but lost the value of good friends; not realizing criticism doesn't contribute.
Eviscerating, defenestrating. Traditions once maintaining joy, now sullied and undermined.
But oh how it helps when mavens thrush like tones outweigh those making bones,
and if all the auguries are looking bleak if words twist to justify death for belief,
Well good timber does not grow with ease.
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9. Media Naranja
Ostensibly mordant morceaux, mitigated by placement and form.
Manifest how gates quickly close to outlying obstreperous storms.
Apocryphal promises placed up high in a rookery guarded by mansard incline,
at sixes and sevens for fear of flight but I climb. Continue to climb.
Surrounded by stuff shirted foes, the bolero dancing heel and toe.
A five and ten pilgrim I rove, my revetments now battered and broke.
But springing from cover you fashion our fate, desirous and starving, you facilitate,
by siphoning deep enough we'll find the strength. With you, I'll always be found.
Darling there is no one else, that completes me the way that you do,
no doctor could restore my health, quite compared to a visit by you.
But if there are demons destroying my dreams,
than you are an angel with snow white wings,
to carry me places where i can be,
Strong. Again.
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10. Done
Amaranthine eyes, blink. echo. A rustling of nylon lining.
1/1000 of a second plucked from midair. Flash of gold and pearl.
(pause)
continue...
A distant scent of coffee, identifying cataleptic images as canon.
Deep forest green, (laughter) waltz.
A quiet stain upon an oak table.
Defying the present, misquoting Tom Paine.
Chartreuse trimming, rest, at ease. A sting of heat, evaporating.
Awkward silence lacks ideals.
A scream of fabric, secure departure, the smooth curve of a ceramic cup
Presenting lavish approbation to a crown.
For All The Girls
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1. Casey
Casey, I saw you, kissing another boy,
You've never been mine, but oh how I would enjoy,
your lips pressed to mine.
Oh your kiss, would be fine.
Casey, your lips, oh your kiss.
Casey, I saw you, kissing another boy,
You've never been mine, but oh how I would enjoy,
your lips...
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2. Eliza
I'm a lie, I'm gonna realize, everything lacks purpose if you're not mine, Eliza
I'll be with you till the end
Eliza, please be patient.
I'm a lie, I'm gonna realize, everything lacks purpose if you're not mine, Eliza
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3. Phylicia
Phylicia, you're wonderful
How I wish you were my girl
When I'm with you I am never blue
When you're near there isn't anything I can't do
Anything, anything I set my mind to
Anything, anything that I can dream
Phylicia, you're magical
How I've dreamt you'll be my girl
When I'm with you skies are never grey
Everyday I spend with you is the best day
So spend with me, everyday till the night comes
In hopes that maybe there will come a night when we can...
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4. Valerie
I was hoping I could be part of your scene,
I was hoping I could be the one you need.
Valerie, will you be my everything?
Valerie, will you be my waking dream?
I was hoping I could walk you to your door,
I was hoping I could kiss you on your porch.
Valerie, will you be my everything?
Valerie, will you be my waking dream?
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5. Yvonne
Oh Yvonne, we met at a show,
I thought that you were beautiful but never let you know.
Oh Yvonne, I called you later on,
I wish that I had kissed you as the days turned into months.
...and years passed by...
I wonder if you wonder if I wonder just what could have been that night,
I guess I was too scared to show you how I cared or even just to try,
Yvonne the time has passed but how I think of you and that magical night.
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6. Jennifer
There are shivers down my spine,
how my body shakes when your eyes meet mine,
when I see you in my daily walk from here to there,
when I see you across the room or passing on the stairs.
when you talk to me my soul is fed,
I could kiss the ground where you walk on, alive or dead,
if there ever was a girl anything like you I might believe in God,
the fact that you evolved at all is plenty reason now enough.
Jennifer, is it all pretend?
Oh Jenny, can you be for real? Oh Jen, will you let me in?
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7. Nikole
Nikole, I like you more, than a peanut butter and banana sandwich,
Nikole, I like you more, than the Pharcyde song where they use the word "manwich".
You inspire me, cause you're kind to others and I think it's really cool,
You inspire me, cause you make me laugh and you share your love and joy.
Oh you're awesome. Oh I love you.
Nikole, it has been years, but you're my dear friend and I love you forever,
More than the city of New York, or of Newport even though I like those places a lot.
You inspire me, cause you treat human beings with love and respect,
You inspire me, cause you're long and tall and lovely on inside and out.
Oh you're awesome. Oh I love you.
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8. Sierra
Sierra, why is your outlook so grim?
I'm not the cause to creased corners of mouths.
So take the peace, I'm offering.
I promise I won't ever leave, if you stay true, I'll stay right by your side.
Sierra.
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9. Maryanne
You left me for another boy.
I never thought you'd play with my heart,
as if I had no heart at all.
But, you left me for another girl.
I never thought you'd be the one,
to make me feel so undeserving.
You left me for another man.
A man who makes you scream and cry,
as if our smiles just weren't worth sharing.
You left me for another wife.
I never thought I'd see the day,
where open ears weren't understanding you.
Maryanne, Maryanne, Maryanne,
Why you'd break my heart in two?
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10. Amrit
Oh Amrit, do you recall the day?
You took my love and placed it on display.
Oh Amrit, if I had a dream come true,
It would be if you said you loved me too.
And maybe you don't want permanent love,
but could I just be yours for a day of?
A day to be part of your lovely life,
or maybe if you want, we can share the night.
Oh Amrit, you mean very much to me,
you've heard my call and answered my heart's plea.
Oh Amrit, please say that there will come a day,
when you will wrap me in your arms and ask to stay.
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11. Tamara
I was thinking of the day, oh Tamara,
I was thinking of the time, when you were mine.
I was thinking of the day, oh Tammy,
I was caught up in the time, when you were
Walking with your hand in mine on a perfect sunny day,
Walking where the water turns to waves.
I was thinking of the day, oh Tamara,
I was thinking of the time, when you were mine.
I was thinking of the day, oh Tammy,
I was caught up in the time, when you were...
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12. Kimberly
There was a girl I knew who came from a house a few blocks over,
And though I wished we didn't kiss till the 6th grade.
But when we did it changed me, who ever knew things could be so very happy?
I felt there was no way to ever lose that bliss.
But middle school came and got in the way,
I never could have seen just how things would change,
oh my darling Kimberly, please take me back.
I didn't know better when you put me on blast,
for chasing other girls, it's a thing of the past,
oh Kimberly my darling, take me back.
And though I may not be deserving of, the kind of love you offer,
Please give me one, just give me one more chance.
I'm gonna prove myself, I've learned from mistakes,
I'm gonna do it all everything it takes,
oh my darling Kimberly, please take me back.
I didn't know better when you put me on blast,
For chasing other girls, it's a thing of the past,
oh Kimberly my darling, take me back.
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13. Zoe
Zoe held a parasol in the bathtub,
Zoe wore a swimming suit in the rain,
But if all she ever did, was joke around and goof and kid;
She'd still be everything I dream about,
A friend to never live without,
The most perfect passenger through joy or pain.
Zoe came from way up north, in the country,
Zoe ended up right by the open sea,
But it wasn't quite enough, to satisfy her wanderlust;
so she traveled by plane and train and boat,
anything that helped her fly or float,
as long as it was moving she felt free.
Oh Zoe, how your voice lilts and weaves,
Oh Zoe, how very sweet your melodies,
And I can't say we always agree,
but I love how we live peacefully,
and I respect the way you treat others and me.
Zoe held a parasol in the bathtub,
Zoe wore a swimming suit in the rain,
But if all she ever did, was joke around and goof and kid;
She'd still be everything I dream about,
A friend to never live without,
The most perfect passenger through joy or pain.
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14. Wendy
Wendy, when will you, be with yours so true?
I know it sounds absurd, but how I feel for her.
You rip out my heart when you smile,
I wish I could be yours forever.
You shatter my dreams into two,
Please be my girl.
Wendy come with me, show me we can be,
sharing everything, practice equality.
You make me feel I can do anything,
Anything when I'm with you.
Wendy, how could it be? Why would you date such a jerk?
He's only a Data Analyzing Robotic Youth Lifeform.
The 1st Pillar (Travesty)
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1. Preparing for Alaska, Chiasmus or John Steinbeck
Well I used to be a lover up until the day I lost my love,
Now she is gone, scattered upon, a wind whipped dawn.
And I used to be a sailor up until the day that she did drown,
Her body found, debris around, entwined and crowned.
Oh my darling memory, is there any way that you'll return to me?
Cause this fallen man is staring at pine boxes as if they're destiny.
Well I used to be a statesman up until the day I found that I,
Was more inclined, to simple life, and to my wife.
And I used to be a miser up until the day I did surmise,
There was no prize, or joy inclined, by what you buy.
There's more to life than everything you see and a wedding ring won't make a bride to be.
But you can bet the love you give will just come back around as the love you receive.
And I'm sitting here lost everything I've loved,
Oh my darling dear please wait for me above,
And if anyone can share a reason why I should keep living please speak up...
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2. Jennifer Connelly, or Fools Mock but they Shall Mourn
We love what we don't know at all, the girl we've barely talked to mocks.
But in our hope and ignorance, I feel like that's where we find bliss.
A surety, a sense of pride.
Where we know what's right.
And as we grow, we grow so tall, our confidence, a waterfall.
A never ending stream of dirt, full of gossip, assumption and hurt.
Because to clean some glass, requires work.
But to do what's easy.
We love what we don't know at all, the girl we've barely talked to mocks.
But in our hope and ignorance, I feel like that's where we find bliss.
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3. Jerry Spinelli and Patricia Polacco or Every moment of every day we are faced with the decision as to whether we will continue doing what we are doing or choose a different way to do things. This, essentially, means that it is also our fault when we make the wrong decision. I think some people don't like that responsibility and they try and place it on others, but it's still our life to live and it's unavoidable.
I lost my faith, in things I believed in, and I lost my hope, to be found.
Among those who praise, a glorious credence, and patiently wait, for things floating down.
It's brackish and plain, so figure it out yourself, we're all churning limbs in a deep pool.
And I will be made into, whatever you see fit, but how I see myself ain't designed by you.
So lift that weight and set it on shoulders, of all your loved ones and strangers alike.
And boy what a burden, your presence causes, to expect what surrounds you to be how you like.
Spurn all advances and gaslight the ones who care, stay up in that building there's plenty of room.
Keep me locked in quarters, with no chance of breathing in, the fault is all mine, I helped build it too.
(It's) an ironclad folklore, so blighted by barren failure, nevertheless we're swimming with sheep.
(It's) a feckless parade paired with histrionic commentators, a squalid tradition of foppish belief.
And never a thought is taken to leave, cause to fix what we've wronged is embarrassing.
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4. Nobody listens to Turtle
I thought you might want to know, that I died three nights ago.
And I may be sitting here right now and you may think I am whole,
But a part of me is now, gone forever.
I thought you might want to know, that I accepted my fate well.
And I may never be quite the same and I may have changed my name,
But you will find me, if you know where to look.
And I know everything will be okay,
And I know things don't always work the way we want,
But maybe it's for the better, maybe it's for the best what else to say.
I thought you might want to know, that this morning I awoke.
Reborn and full refreshed but without a home or nest,
I have adapted, I have grown a little more.
And all those youthful hopes and dreams, ill fitting clothes torn at the seams.
And it doesn't mean I care and it doesn't mean I want,
But I'm not bleeding, for anyone else but me.
And I know everything will be okay.
And I know things don't always work the way we want
But maybe it's for the better, maybe it's for the best what else to say.
I thought you might want to know, that I am not these words I wrote.
Don't you rob me of humanity and treat me how I'm not not,
When I want to be accepted, for who I really am.
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5. Preparing for Alaska, Chiasmus or John Steinbeck (reprise)
Well I came across a phrase within a book that struck a chord in me,
The chord of C followed by G with an F in between.
And if you add up all these words they stack up nicely into one big theme,
And that would be, there's no worse death than when hope is extinct.
The 2nd Pillar (Horror)
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1. You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way its got to be and not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight of you be off our backs.
I'll paint the walls so they shine, I'll make the moon feel so bright,
I'll place a haymaker on your docile chin, for every fustian fact you find.
I'll make your walls that they bleed, I'll make them drip right down to your feet,
Whipsawing every lecher with a guilty face who place their pulpit everywhere
And tonight will be repeated history, presenting gold flaked apples with the worms crawling inside,
But with a purpose in mind perhaps we might just find,
With an extension of a single digit I'll stand and stare.
I'll kick the bees in their hive, I'll face a world of hurt just for spite,
I'm calling to all dogs this gallow bird is sought for every cut served up with lime.
I won't think twice for this cause, I've got all money down for my loss,
I'm walking over graves just so they know their place meanwhile I rob them in their dark.
Perhaps the proud can be more inclined to see, that every truth crushed to the Earth will rise again,
And maybe all my flaws will soon be wrapped in gauze,
As if the devil may care about my brows of brass, I've been swallowing ink about my passions past, And if despaired and damned to hell I won't look back.
I'll make your walls that they bleed, I'll make them drip right down to your feet,
I'll raise a red right fist for five and dime ethics in hopes that someone confronts me.
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2. Our Acrimonious Introduction or Apache, The
Well I've been severing heartstrings, for all its dimming allure,
Keeping my stained hands separate, no matter what it incurs.
Battered from business models, each revolution's a sale,
And every idea's a mockery another past fad gone stale.
So we're decidedly hostile, when you place bows on a box,
Meanwhile we're clawing inside it, struggling against all the odds.
Because it's not my fault, that I'm just shredding up time,
Dousing deep in this twilight, maybe everything's fine.
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3. Cardboard Cutouts
I got scissors. I got glue. Cut out cardboard, the shape is you.
And I'll make one just for me the same and I'll give it a brand new,
Name so it well presents me, with your chin rested in your palm.
I will pull on strings and mouth the words bop Bop BOP.
And our cardboard will be best friends and if we fight then we'll make amends.
And if you find something wrong with me, I can depend you'll fix it.
Please I am at your service, entertainment and escape.
You can burden me with every problem, my cardboard will bear the weight.
It's strong and sturdy, has no feelings, but it doesn't feel for you.
It's an empty mouth you're sticking your tongue through.
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4. Alex Rogan or Bruce Leroy
If there were moments when I felt like I could see,
My sight is now dim and distant, I've lost reality.
Cause there's no way for me to quantify,
The affect my actions have had through life.
And I can't see who's listening to me.
So what's the point of singing if you can't sing at all,
And what's the point of sharing words if you believe they're false.
Cause everything eventually must go,
Every person dies forgotten and unknown.
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5. Nouveau Roman: Pro Ballet is my future
I saw you down my street, I thought that you might need,
A quick reminder why, my fists will be your guide that you don't belong here.
You're always too polite and discourteously concise,
You're always patronizing me, when we talk about my speed you can't keep your mouth shut.
Well I'll shut it for you it's the least I can do when you've said so much for me,
I will forget forgiveness, I'll make this burden sickness till I purge it onto thee.
I wouldn't be so inclined to blacken up your eye,
I wouldn't write down all these lines if I weren't robbed a thousand times by you and your kind.
You've got me raging proper, you're nothing but a pauper, parading like a King,
I will forget forgiveness, I'll make this burden sickness till I purge it onto thee.
Maybe what I should say was best said by N.W.A.
The 3rd Pillar (Decadence)
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1. Jimmy Carter, who gets blamed when it's all our fault.
There's a blockade of pressing pawns,
I doubt my passion can make up the lack thereof.
Throwing words meanwhile their withers are unwrung,
Self righteous spinsters crash and clatter all for naught.
The baby boomers fought one battle then left us with war,
Became a silk stocking brigade without candor.
A throng of carpet knights whose chivalry is only proof to me,
Not much has changed throughout centuries.
They're selling discontent for a cheap price,
You'll pay top dollar getting scraped and getting stained.
Carrying accoutrements like paper bags,
Depending on them to hold strong despite the rain.
I've been carving hieroglyphics deep into my knees,
You've been throwing your friends corpses out to sea.
Though we'll never see our actions measured we'll carry the weight,
Of our decisions, sometimes soon, sometimes late.
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2. Who knew what convenience what really bring us anyways? Answer: Sir Albert Howard
We fought for this empire with nowhere to go,
We all ran so fast but now it seems so slow.
With our sights set on a sloven image of comfort and passing ease,
We have brought this very country to its knees.
We warned you and your sister when we came rushing past,
You wrapped your weight around us just like us a mask.
Pulling and tugging begging guidance for its girth,
Your insecurity weighs more than its worth.
I don't know what to say, I never felt this way before,
But you caught me in a rather awkward place.
I never thought we'd quite lack so much space,
I came upon you this clear day and I wish we might have parted ways,
I never really deal with heavy things,
I never deal with stuff so traumatizing.
I don't know what to say, I never felt this way before,
But when I found you with my sister in the sheets.
You never had too much to say to me,
I guess now we'll have more to talk about....
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3. White Hand Religion
Demon Demon Demon, oh this passion in my chest, following your dreams you'll only fall.
I've questioned all my motivation being here right now,
Chasing six colors won't get you gold.
Chasing six colors won't get you gold.
Compliments don't pay the bills in my mouth,
But it's so enjoyable to thrash about,
Searching for Lincoln through vibrating strings,
And hallowing my art, by how the trail has broken me.
Angel Angel Angel, balancing upon my neck, the weight of all the love that I've received.
With all this kindness crushing me because it's unreturned,
A debt so heavy it's suffocating me.
A debt so heavy it's suffocating me.
Blinded by the hands I'm trying to lead,
And giving the advice that I mostly need,
If all art reflects our love then we're as ugly as we feel,
But immature poets imitate, mature poets steal.
If you wanted your own song, you wouldn't ask you'd sing along.
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4. Travis Bunn is a cool dude
....
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5. You Give and Give and They Take and Take
I was only hoping for a way to escape me, I didn't mean to do damage to a fellow human being,
But I can see, if it hurts me, it hurts all humanity.
But I'll build walls to keep the devil in control, a man's alter ego only is what he wants you to know,
And it ain't right, but it's all you get tonight.
I'll repeat the process over hoping the results will change,
But the one thing you can count on is people will remain the same.
I'll be objectified till the end of my life,
You claim me mine but I'm no bitch, and I've a wife.
With every conversation I can feel you closing in, narrowing your vision for a simple sign to fit,
But I can see, oh I can see you try to steal my humanity.
The 4th Pillar (Excrement)
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1. Generic Podcast Theme Song
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2. Cardboard Cutouts (Acoustic)
I got scissors. I got glue. Cut out cardboard, the shape is you.
And I'll make one just for me the same and I'll give it a brand new,
Name so it well presents me, with your chin rested in your palm.
I will pull on strings and mouth the words bop Bop BOP.
And our cardboard will be best friends and if we fight then we'll make amends.
And if you find something wrong with me, I can depend you'll fix it.
Please I am at your service, entertainment and escape.
You can burden me with every problem, my cardboard will bear the weight.
It's strong and sturdy, has no feelings, but it doesn't feel for you.
It's an empty mouth you're sticking your tongue through.
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3. An old vaudeville number written by Ada Jones, Billy Murray, Evelyn Nesbit and Buster Keaton
Before the sky was blue, I knew that you loved me too,
But then there always comes a day I should have known you wouldn't stay and...
Lost in the breeze, no anchors keep me down,
When you're with me, I somehow stay on ground.
So here I float along, out of control just following following following
Hoping you'll take me back, this life of shame without you leaves me...
Lost in the breeze, no anchors keep me down,
When you're with me, I somehow stay on ground.
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4. The Napolean Dynamite Cartoon Theme Song
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5. White Hand Religion (Acoustic)
Demon Demon Demon, oh this passion in my chest, following your dreams you'll only fall.
I've questioned all my motivation being here right now,
Chasing six colors won't get you gold.
Chasing six colors won't get you gold.
Compliments don't pay the bills in my mouth,
But it's so enjoyable to thrash about,
Searching for Lincoln through vibrating strings,
And hallowing my art, by how the trail has broken me.
Angel Angel Angel, balancing upon my neck, the weight of all the love that I've received.
With all this kindness crushing me because it's unreturned,
A debt so heavy it's suffocating me.
A debt so heavy it's suffocating me.
Blinded by the hands I'm trying to lead,
And giving the advice that I mostly need,
If all art reflects our love then we're as ugly as we feel,
But immature poets imitate, mature poets steal.
If you wanted your own song, you wouldn't ask you'd sing along.
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6. Preparing for Alaska, Chiasmus or John Steinbeck (Alternate)
Well I used to be a lover up until the day I lost my love,
Now she is gone, scattered upon, a wind whipped dawn.
And I used to be a sailor up until the day that she did drown,
Her body found, debris around, entwined and crowned.
Oh my darling memory, is there any way that you'll return to me?
Cause this fallen man is staring at pine boxes as if they're destiny.
Well I used to be a statesman up until the day I found that I,
Was more inclined, to simple life, and to my wife.
And I used to be a miser up until the day I did surmise,
There was no prize, or joy inclined, by what you buy.
There's more to life than everything you see and a wedding ring won't make a bride to be.
But you can bet the love you give will just come back around as the love you receive.
And I'm sitting here lost everything I've loved,
Oh my darling dear please wait for me above,
And if anyone can share a reason why I should keep living please speak up...
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7. JP Haynie
I've got a new song I've been singing
and everytime it leaves my lips it's bringing me back home to you
but you haven't got a clue, that I'd put you in a song you wouldn't dare assume.
And I've lost interest listening to anyone else
and likewise see no point in having anybody listening to me,
displaying my amenities, I guess I just need time to believe.
And nobody can reach me like the ones I've pushed away,
hoping they'll follow their hearts and somehow I'll find just one to stay,
A thespian from the stage, keep me believing in this play and that my part won't be replaced.
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8. Generic Podcast Theme Song in the Key of Glee
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9. The Parting Song for those who are returning
Can you please send my darling a note saying I love you?
Cause I tried to tell her a million times I just can't seem to get through.
I'm hoping now that I'm a million miles away,
She will remember me and my lips and miss my face she once kissed dear.
I've tried so hard to tell her I'm hoping this might work,
Maybe this could change forever I know I've been an idiot.
But I'm sick of this stale friendship aging more,
When all I've ever wanted was her to adore and I swear I would.
I think of you everywhere I go, I dream you're with me when alone,
Could you surprise me one day? Could you kiss these eyes one day?
Don't park your car let's drive so you're close to me, stay close to me, please.
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10. You aim for stars but can't touch clouds aka They never found D.B. Cooper
I was living in a dream, hopeful idealism was blinding me,
A throng of strangers at my feet, so busy lighting candles and forcing me with helium to breathe.
I worked so hard and for so long, to watch so many others get just what I want,
I'll choke to death on swallowed pride, I married failure and can't run far enough from my bride.
I want to leave this room, I want to feel like new,
I want to see what others see in me, I want to feel like life is worth living.
You aim for stars but can't touch clouds.
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11. Like, Listen To
I was hoping you might be, be right here forever,
I was hoping you might stay, stay right here for now.
Oh Death, I see a reflection I don't recognize
Oh Death, I see a darkness take root in my eyes
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12. Martin Starr vs. Maurice Starr or Lou Barlow vs. Drew Barlow
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13. Jimmy Carter, who gets blamed when it's all our fault. (Alternate Version)
There's a blockade of pressing pawns,
I doubt my passion can make up the lack thereof.
Throwing words meanwhile their withers are unwrung,
Self righteous spinsters crash and clatter all for naught.
The baby boomers fought one battle then left us with war,
Became a silk stocking brigade without candor.
A throng of carpet knights whose chivalry is only proof to me,
Not much has changed throughout centuries.
They're selling discontent for a cheap price,
You'll pay top dollar getting scraped and getting stained.
Carrying accoutrements like paper bags,
Depending on them to hold strong despite the rain.
I've been carving hieroglyphics deep into my knees,
You've been throwing your friends corpses out to sea.
Though we'll never see our actions measured we'll carry the weight,
Of our decisions, sometimes soon, sometimes late.
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14. Life is dearer than all the schemes in which we seek to know it.
This animosity and how we disagree about belief,
Fingers pointing, voices screaming, till we're hoarse.
But oh couldn't we just find, some sort of compromise?
With faces making claims, not knowing where they aim or how they hit,
Faith flung facts and harpoon hands, self righteous is picking a side and bigotry is hatred in your mind.
But oh couldn't we just find, some sort of compromise?
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15. An old vaudeville number written by Ada Jones,Billy Murray, Evelyn Nesbit and Buster Keaton (Demo)
Before the sky was blue, I knew that you loved me too,
But then there always comes a day I should have known you wouldn't stay and...
Lost in the breeze, no anchors keep me down,
When you're with me, I somehow stay on ground.
So here I float along, out of control just following following following
Hoping you'll take me back, this life of shame without you leaves me...
Lost in the breeze, no anchors keep me down,
When you're with me, I somehow stay on ground.
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16. Generic Podcast Theme Song in the key of Sad
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