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Sink Skeleton
02:05
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It’s time it’s time to face the facts.
There’s no coming back from this kids.
Hail Mary.
Please pray for my soul.
Oh…Joseph please forgive the rift that drove us apart.
It’s dark. It’s dark in this blind man’s head.
It’s quiet. It’s quiet in this deaf man’s head.
Oh lord. Oh lord.
I’m saying my penance and I’m doing good deeds.
Must you lord nail me to my knees.
I sigh and I sigh and I can’t stomach a bite.
I’m pumped full of drugs and I’m black as the night.
I’m a body of bones as my mind slowly goes.
A body of bones as my mind slowly goes.
Lord, I’m a skin skeleton.
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2. |
Broken Machine
04:13
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Oh trusted memory bring me to that scene.
Where my body worked with ease and lacked disease.
A dream of a body that feels no pain that’s badgered and battered me.
Broken machine let this cease.
I feel a hand grab ahold my head no longer throbs.
No pain pills or stained spills.
No stomach left rot.
My old body grew withered and worn from toil and disease.
My new body has taken the form painless and free.
My ears have cleared they hear again.
My vision no longer crossed.
Those crippled nerves released I feel my body relaxed and soft.
My feet no longer swell.
My hands no longer shake.
This guilt that held me bears no claim.
For bitterness I have no time.
I’ve finally tamed it’s claws.
I grab a hold of all that’s good for which I always fought.
And I miss you already and I take you all with me.
But I hear a voice divine leading me to eternal peace.
My old body grew withered and worn from toil and disease.
My new body has taken the form painless and free.
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3. |
The Longest Yellow Light
03:55
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Janitors of the world unite.
Late to rest and worried all the time.
Sick of cleaning up everybody’s mess.
Say hell yes.
Take that long ride.
Stay well after midnight.
A full full time that never seems to end.
We give the longest yellow light.
Stop signs aren’t recognized.
The longest yellow light.
They pass by without noticing.
Skirt the work for the pick up jerk.
Your clean clean hands become our dirty work.
Hurry hurry your vanity needs.
Picking up behind on our hands and knees.
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4. |
Just A Touch
03:34
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Just a pull.
Just a pinch.
Just a hint.Just an inch.
Just a lull.
Just a wince Just a show.
Just a cinch.
Spilled drinks and this whole place stinks.
You’ll never get rid of that smell and that stain.
Suck in the secondhand smoke.
Not so serious.
Nerves unexposed.
Not so close.
All jokes.
Empty.
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5. |
Ex-Anything
04:32
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Ex-Anything-
Do you understand those speechless spells?
The repeated words bewildering me.
Of still feeling somewhat in between.
And I still see that same scene.
When rain poured on our heads.
Laughs and lips and trembling hands.
Makes me feel so needy.
Makes me feel so late.
Made up of amnesia.
And I don’t want to be your ex-anything.
Just one glance.
It’s best left at that.
Was it my name in the back of your throat?
A term of affection waiting to be spoke.
The joke was mine to keep when rain poured on our heads.
When rain poured on our heads.
Laughs and lips and trembling hands.
The slightest warmest breeze.
And a kiss that felt so sweet.
Makes me feel so needy.
Makes me feel so late.
Made up of amnesia.
And I don’t want to be your ex-anything.
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6. |
Dance On Your Grave
03:51
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Oh Peter. Oh Peter so young and so brave.
The poorest of poor and the youngest in age.
Your mother and father were taken away.
But they are still near and they dance on their grave.
Oh son. Oh son, I’m so afraid.
No sight in my eyes. No feel in my legs.
But I do believe that I will be saved.
A new pair of legs to dance on my grave.
Oh lord. Oh lord is there somebody there?
The notion of heaven and hell seems unfair.
Take care of my dad. In you he has faith.
If all is just he will dance on his grave.
Oh father. Oh father, I hope you’re correct.
I hope that you’re right that I’ll see you again.
That there is a paradise for all us awaits.
And I will join you as we dance on our grave.
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7. |
I Come Home To You
04:21
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The moon was red and you said that meant tomorrow would be unbearable.
Well hardly dear if you’re anywhere near.
The weather will just resolve in time.
I used to come home to no one.
I used to come home to booze.
Luck jumped up from nowhere.
Now I come home to you.
Everyone should be beautiful to someone.
And I know those someones stack up for you.
I went from lonesome bum to lucky one since those cold December winds blew.
I used to come home to no one.
I used to come home to booze.
Luck jumped up from nowhere.
Now I come home to you.
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8. |
Better Never Late
03:02
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This is where the thinking stops.
This is where the drinking starts.
Clumsy now.
Hands down.
Hold on tight or you’ll walk like a knuckleball.
Now that the week is over.
I am looking forward.
Unconsciously passed out or asleep.
Bed or bar doesn’t really matter to me.
Spend the whole year waiting for the weekend.
Years pass by and you want all those weekends back.
Spend the whole year with strangers attention.
That hometown crowd that you shot down were faithful and forever.
You were better never late.
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9. |
Taken Back
03:04
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Out the side.
Out the front.
Out of anything that isn’t shut.
Taken back.
Taken forth.
Taken without warning.
In your ears.
In your eyes.
In your head and pounding.
Give into.
Given the proof.
Given your time short and counting.
Guess you never know just when it’s taken back.
How fast your senses dim.
How fast your body cracks.
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Midnight passed slowly so did one and two and three.
It’s hard to sleep without seeing your face.
Jameson and ice and counting sheep.
As of late you just need more and more space.
Looking at my dad’s grave on father’s day.
I wonder if he’s anywhere close.
I can hear his yelling and his whispering phases.
Now I’m the one wearing those old dad clothes.
I’ve been wanting company.
Spending too much time at home.
Missing other parts of me.
Lately I’ve been feeling alone.
All my friends and family are spread out around the country.
That or they’ve got other things to do.
I wish that I could designate a day that we’re all free.
Maybe they’re all feeling lonely too.
I’ve been wanting company.
Spending too much time at home.
Missing other parts of me.
Lately I’ve been feeling alone.
Make sure to call and write.
An e-mail if you have to.
But I want to hear your voice and see your mark.
I want a little piece of you.
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11. |
Pittsburgh
05:03
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Pittsburgh, I’m in love with one of you daughters.
I come from the land of ten thousand waters.
A picture.
The hills roll into you.
A picture.
Your working hands show through.
Pittsburgh, I’m in love with one of your daughters.
She is the good things.
I am in awe of.
A picture.
She is so pretty.
A picture.
She is my queen.
Let the Allegheny take me.
Into your arms.
Into your charms.
Pittsburgh, I trust your sons they are honest.
I come from a city that is falsely modest.
Let the Allegheny take me.
Into your arms.
Into your charms.
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