1. |
This Is A Love Song
03:52
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well you gotta love the children of vanity
if i don't fall through the porch or stumble into insanity
they've got the best stuff
i'm shaking, i'm cold and warm
but hey whatever makes you feel good
couldn't be bad, right? okay
sometimes i can feel my liver filtering my vices
i can't always feel my face in all of these disguises
someone started a fire, how will i know what to say?
i started a fire i don't know what to say
this is a love song, i think
cause i'm in love with life, right
buying lots of things sometimes i go until i am drained
like water in the sink
gone in just a blink
pleasure and pain are such beautiful insanity
until you realize they are children of vanity
sometimes i can feel my liver filtering my vices
i can't always feel my face in all of these disguises
someone started a fire, how will i know what to say?
i started a fire i don't know what to say
this is a love song, i think
i can't read all the words in smeared ink
falling backwards in love with parties and drinks
a sidewalk coffin
this is a love song, i think
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2. |
Wasting Time
03:15
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you're not wasting your time
with a crystal clear eyeglass, looking at you pass
through a window, things we hardly ever negotiate
when words are so appropriate
i wrote i can't really relate, i don't know what i'm seeing
except for glass and
you're not wasting your time, but i think i am wasting mine
it's complicated when i say i wanna be sedated
because so often it is the other way around
cold rushing water is shocking
an eye opening realization, my face can feel it
glowing sunlight is haunting and deeply needed
do you think about philosophy?
have you ever thought about me?
kicking my feet on the stairs, so i don't climb down unaware
you're not wasting your time, what do i care if stars align
don't succumb to other drivers on the road
don't underestimate the unknown
call the police
arrest this man
he's been speaking in his sleep
it's complicated when i say i wanna be sedated
because so often it is the other way around
cold rushing water is shocking
an eye opening realization, my face can feel it
glowing sunlight is haunting and deeply needed
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3. |
If Only I Was More Aware
03:14
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i went to a mechanic for my chest pains
he sent me straight away, told me i was insane
i saw a cardiologist for my anxiety
he prescribed me a chance to face my reality
i went to my lover to help with my desire
she just laughed and set my hands on fire
i checked into a hospital for my regret
they apologized and quickly put me to death
if i were an honest man
would you take care of me?
feed me with life
keep my conscience clean
trust me to carry you anywhere
if only i was more aware
i lied to a cop about where i'm from
and he just drove away
i lied about driving intoxicated
yesterday
i lied to my friends about who i am
and they didn't stay
i lied to myself first but that doesn't
make it okay
if i were an honest man
would you take care of me?
feed me with life
keep my conscience clean
trust me to carry you anywhere
if only i was more aware
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4. |
The Flies
03:57
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i've got flies the size of birds
waiting for my vision to blur
discussing how they will eat my innards
and if it couldn't be more absurd
i've got a robin in my stomach pecking for worms
causing a stir
and he gets stronger
they'd love to know the way i taste
my mind would love to be erased
i've got flies the size of birds
waiting for my vision to blur
like i know it will
how does it feel to chew on glass
to know you'll always come in last
can't compensate with nails and tacks
so lay your head down in the grass and
tell me, how does it feel to chew on glass?
they are never quite asleep
just waiting
i'm calm, i'm cool, i am frustrated
there is no salvation in the pain inside
six days of observation and the robin
suspenseful irony when i'm sure i'll die anyway
hopeless, faithless, unhappy
every reason why these vermin will devour me
hernias erupting; from my mouth blood is gushing
i've seen the end i don't know why we try so hard
why we think we are a light in the dark
how does it feel to chew on glass
to know you'll always come in last
can't compensate with nails and tacks
so lay your head down in the grass and
tell me, how does it feel to chew on glass?
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5. |
Clap Your Crooked Hands
03:11
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clap your crooked hands
lost on prescription clouds
it wasn't the first thing he uttered
the kids were anxious to leave the restaurant
and he's cussin' and screaming at nothing at all
like we don't know that you're big and tall
i see a little me in these impulsive actions, struggle and all
you stay in good health, i'd rather be free and small
if i have to be crooked i will hate it
i know it
every morning fight it with weak imploring
i'm not gonna be crooked i will hate it
standing with a smoothie on a vodka sunrise
check the time it's six thirty-nine
one more for the road
but you promised,
"i won't stop at the liquor store no more,
no 750s, 40s, or shooters
i'm not gonna buy wine with my laptop computer"
you said to your sweet wife and children
but here you are drinking
if i have to be crooked i will hate it
i know it
every morning fight it with weak imploring
i'm not gonna be crooked i will hate it
clap your crooked hands
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i heard you've been having trouble with spirits
with your heart they toyed
and without raging applause,
where would we be?
i started talking to the tv because it understands me
emotion is too cynical when i'm sober
like i'm riding the same horse over and over
i'd like to see the world before it is destroyed
i heard you're having trouble adjusting
to being a ghost
its not the loneliness that hurts the most
dozens of tiny thorns on your palms
in your psalms
don't even belong
never belonged
gonna take some time to think this over
maybe i'm feeling paranoid
i'd like to see the world before it is destroyed
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7. |
Apples
03:03
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summer has come and gone
we helped it leave
no more fireflies caught in our sleeves
no chance for apples picked off the tree
with no one pleading for you to stay
sometimes heaven seems so far away
summer has come and gone
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8. |
The Joke Is On You
04:13
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a payphone has been ringing in my head
all night long
it's the wrong number
every time i answer
peaceful thoughts through my head
turn desperate instead
and it's eating me like cancer
like i should feel guilty for being awake
if it was all a joke to you
why didn't you say so
did you ever believe in anything
if you wanted to see with eyes unclouded
why did you cover them
i smell treason
not within reason
i've been careless with what i have
lying on my back nothing to report
in the middle of nowhere
in my head
do i stop short?
dust we are and from dust we were made
outgoing calls from the payphone
when i am afraid
if it was all a joke to you
why didn't you say so
did you ever believe in anything
if you wanted to see with eyes unclouded
why did you cover them
i smell treason
not within reason
i've been careless with what i have
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9. |
I Can Be Found
04:21
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the side effects no one tells you about
the craving you were pretending to be
water over the bridge
sunsets dipped in scorn
sinking into the sea
seemingly true, but ignoring the Word
i know a few things about being unhappy
there's fog brewing at the bottom of a well
flexing muscles it doesn't deserve to have
drinking water turns to steam
reaching out into the dark
to take a stab
unsettlingly honest
are we derived from what we had?
wearing a charm bracelet so sinfully now
amphetamines to keep the mind straight
cigarettes fill the lungs with tar
we were kings, we were stars
truth burns holes in pride
we carved our own scars
lost but still can be found
golden wings turned out to be brass
the bones inside turned out to be ash
we felt guilt and it wouldn't pass
dirty, decomposing like dead birds
we must fall into the grace of the Word
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10. |
Street Wandering Man
03:52
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thunder rolls for miles all around
water starts at my knees
we must get to higher ground
ain't meant for washing the sins of a crook
strange for me to think i wouldn't be hooked
my brain must be a hornet cooked by bees
give up on your hopes and dreams for financial security, yeah
turn the lights off when you're done
if you please
street wandering man, are you doing the best that you can?
i left you a loaf of bread and you let darkness back in your head
oh no
it's cold enough to cool off an ice cold drink
there's time to pause tie my shoe and think
about freezing to death and your rotting teeth
time enough to think about my own personal relief
drown in your sorrows and in what you believe
our greed is in style and you'll die on the street
but we've both ran from God on our own two feet
street wandering man, are you doing the best that you can?
i left you a loaf of bread and you let darkness back in your head
oh no
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