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With Crashes And Quiet
06:48
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That perfect note.
In genius it is soaked.
That perfect tone and the texture ring so pure.
Uncovered.
Underneath a slowed down chord.
Hear it swelling full.
Taking it’s toll.
With crashes.
With quiet.
Snaps like a snare.
Forming a tear into.
That fluent stroke
That was sure must be rethought.
With crashes.
With quiet.
Hushed by dead air.
Straining to hear now.
Static filled.
Overflown it must cleaned up.
With crashes.
With quiet.
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2. |
Another List
04:00
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Everybody needs someone to turn out the lights.
Willing to wash the dishes piled high.
Am I the nicest guy you’ve ever met?
We both know that’s the kiss of death.
Make another list so I can list off all these silly things.
I am so efficient and effective.
I’m not so lonely and neglected.
Tongue-tied and easily torn.
Easily tossed out and ignored.
Make another list so I can list off all these silly things.
And if I sound like a broken man then that’s because I am.
But a broken man wouldn’t be this destroyed.
I guess I’m just a beaten boy.
Everybody needs someone to turn out the lights.
Be the friend guy.
Those jobs are mine.
Make another list so I can list off all these silly things.
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3. |
No Sale
03:38
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Another trip to the bargain bin.
Is it the smile that I’ve been missing?
The name game that I haven’t learned.
The missing props from my repertoire.
How can standing still mostly be so exhausting?
Coming up for breath without tasting success.
Standing still mostly hearing the boasting.
Precision and skill is not what you sell.
How can standing still mostlty be so exhausting?
Coming up for breath without tasting success.
Standing still mostly hearing the boasting of every sale.
I’m failing flailing in this serious face.
Naming gaming in this fad to fad race.
Time to put on our winter skin.
And mainline in some Novocain.
How can standing still mostly be so exhausting?
Coming up for breath without tasting success.
Standing still mostly hearing the boasting.
Precision and skill is not what you sell.
How can standing still mostlty be so exhausting?
Coming up for breath without tasting success.
Standing still mostly hearing the boasting of every sale.
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4. |
Repeat
04:08
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Upstairs. Take care.(x3)
Next door. Don’t go far.
Second floor. Down the hall.(x3)
Deep breath.
Left and right and left.
I can tell I’m sick sick sick.
Take care of her repeat.
Hands to chest.
Hard pressed.
Until you hear a breath repeat.
Repete.
Repeat.
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5. |
Something New
03:47
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I’m so used to staying away from things like you.
And just holing up in my room.
And sleeping in my bed.
And calling certain things my own.
When I want to get near I end up closing up in fear.
But the closer I get to you
Makes me want to bid those years ado.
For something new
Something new.
Something new.
Learn a bit and not be so scared of it.
Move around and not be bound to one town.
Like I did for so many years.
I don’t want to be stuck anywhere I’m punching the clock on every single detail.
But the closer I get to you
Makes me want to bid those years ado.
For something new
Something new.
Something new.
I won’t make the first move or try to talk you out of.
But given the chance I’d show proof to improve for you.
But the closer I get to you
Makes me want to bid those years ado.
For something new
Something new.
Something new.
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6. |
Bottom Of The Rankings
03:33
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Clouds cover the sky and the streetlights will have to
Do as the moon been dark since noon I’ve yet to
See the sun today taking this dose of darkness
Seeing through a squint wondering where the day went.
The spotlight that you chase will not be.
Found with all the spots on your face.
A different angle.
A slower speed.
A different phrase eluding me.
And it’s all so attractive you see.
It’s a short fall from the bottom of the rankings.
There’s so much in the way almost too much to say so
I’ll pick one or two under the sum take a group
In different degrees some hot to scald some cold to freezing
Slip under my feet over my head too many.
The spotlight that you chase will not be.
Found with all the spots on your face.
A different angle.
A slower speed.
A different phrase eluding me.
And it’s all so attractive you see.
It’s a short fall from the bottom of the rankings.
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7. |
What Holds Me Together
03:13
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Held together now by duct tape and safety pins.
Another rip has just formed in my jeans.
And in me.
Rags on rags.
Covered by rags again.
Patch and stitch and sew to save what covers me.
Buttons missing.
Losing a screw.
Nothing is new.
Holes in my shoes.
Everything is bruised.
A dirty, dirty joke.
A stiff, stiff drink.
A nighfall with no falling down.
A mended old friend at it’s end.
At it’s end.
Losing a screw.
Nothing is new.
Holes in my shoes.
Everything is bruised.
Broken strings.
Worn out things.
Boats that sink.
Tricks to sustain.
Everything is bruised.
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8. |
Here Comes The Sleep
03:33
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I thought the homesick trick would work.
Leave and come back to rediscover.
But as my eyes set on the population sign.
I realize these city limits are no longer mine.
Here comes the sleep but not the rest.
Can’t get comfortable in this bed.
I wait for the mail.
Like it’s the last thing I’m going to receive.
Anything that says my name.
And a place to reconnect me and make this more than an address.
Here comes the sleep but not the rest.
Can’t get comfortable in this bed.
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9. |
Twenty-Six
04:06
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Excuse me if I duck my head.
I’m just a little bit overwhelmed.
These days pass on by like some stranger on the street.
You recognize the face but you just can’t place the name.
I don’t just how I will fare.
There’s just this sense of hopelessness in the air.
I don’t know where it went a foul but it’s hard to clean with a dirty towel.
Not much to groom and the elbow room has passed me by.
The things I say have to escape my mouth.
They push and pull they should just come out.
Waited for that crossed cable. Waited for that window of able.
Becoming hoarse and hideous behind this baby face.
At 23, it was all for me.
At 24, I thought I’d even the score.
At 25, I thought my time had arrived.
At 26….
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10. |
Can I See You Tonight
05:37
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I went to bed with a smile last night.
For the first time in a long time and I woke up.
Wishing you were closer than across town.
In some other house and wanting to kiss your mouth.
And spring was doing it’s thing outside.
And inside was the end of the longest winter.
I know I should have woke up tired but I shot straight upright
with your voice fresh in my mind.
The sound of your voice on the phone was a surprise.
Can I see you tonight?
Welcome spring back around.
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