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Engine coughs on the I-190
Like your last leg chevy saying “It’s time to go home,
Time to leave me alone.”
Pull off quick in the rising light ‘Cause you’ve got work
And im too tired
Or too stoned
We smoked a bag to the bone. “Where’ve you been, son? Your mother’s sick.”
Through my cell phone
I can hear my father spit.
Two hundred miles
And they can’t take a hint.
Useless morning
Useless life
The neighbor’s drunk
He slept outside
On my porch
Wish I cared anymore.
Now she’s my temporary,
That one bedroom apartment,
There was no room for me.
That’s okay,
I prefer it that way.
Softly through the veil,
the first finger tips of morning light
Are carving through the snow, December 1st
On my first drive home.
Made me a sanctuary in grey sky town, There was no hope for me.
No god’s left here
By presidential decree.
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I am gonna be the man who brings back God Like a wristwatch,
Slowly, slowly.
I am gonna be the man who saves us all
From ourselves
Rolling holy.
Took the plane home
Fresh from my desicion.
Took the plane home,
It went down.
I am gonna be the man who brings back God To a grey world.
Slowly, slowly.
I am gonna be the man who saves us all From ourselves.
Rolling holy.
Took the plane home,
Fresh from my desicion.
Took the plane home,
It went down.
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Another drive, the whip to Pasadena. Paradise that we’ll be passing over, But I told you I won’t let you down, Keep at it til the break of dawn.
A million lies heavy on the shoulders
We’re piss drunk now and only getting older, But music shouldn’t let you down,
The music shouldn’t let you down.
Took a curve at 60 miles an hour,
Flipped once, fell 1,300 feet down,
Ended in a Cali ditch.
You couldn’t make up this shit.
Popped the door with my broken right arm. Days passed and the sun was going all down Til I woke up in a stranger’s bed,
Picture frames with my face in them.
With no name except the one that They gave me, Years passed and those memories are fading.
My momma said I would grow up to be a risk taker, But I fucked around and got addicted to a drug maker. Exit light, enter night
Take my hand.
We’re off to never never land.
You can kill me but you can’t take my mojo
I’m fucking punk rock
Are you still pushing emo?
I know you think it's all been done before.
You can sue me if your name’s Lars Ulrich.
We’re all dead now
This is radio static.
I know you think it’s all been done before.
Crumpled up a paper leaf,
Let’s skip town.
I built a copier machine to burn it all down.
Many lessons to ignore before I dip out.
There’s a god inside of all of us,
But mine is loud.
Plaga-wrote the lottery
And let the man down.
Shot to shit but finally free to let it all out
And there is nothing in the world I’d rather sing about Than dying silent on a highway in a devil town.
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4. |
Hibernation Hymn (Demo)
03:58
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The rain came and fell
Heavy on my roof
That hibernation homeward hymn
From silent neighborhood.
A spell from worlds away
A song of changing skies
Came down on a perfect day
A used-to-perfect life.
Swing low sweet down
And bring me around
To the calm that abounds
Wait on that sound,
A face in the clouds
Or a hand reached out.
What a perfect life to waste,
When tomorrow's lives away
Just another day
A fraction full of life.
Pastel in a muted frame
A border black and white.
When nothing more can mend
Keep nothing on my mind
The bottle is broken the potion is flowing And I don’t want to feel a thing.
What a perfect life to waste
When tomorrow’s lives away.
I am just bones under the snow What’s there to know?
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Stranger Sounds (Demo)
03:44
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Close your eyes,
Have no fear.
The night is wide
But she’ll find you here.
It curls like coffee cup smoke
On that off-white dress you used to know So well.
That dizzy smile
In clouded swirl
That soft skinned while
When I was hers.
Those lips that finally formed
In the haze of light from your bedroom door Once more said,
“Don’t fear the coming wave,
Nothing breaks with it.
I am in the rain.
I am the Empire State,
And I won’t change a bit.”
I miss all of you now,
My home,
as much as stranger sounds whispered.
It pulls like nothing I’ve known
Between a place to live
And space to grow
It’s my home
All alone.
I’m gonna be the one who sees you
I’m gonna be the one who knows
I’m gonna be the one who fears you
I’m gonna be the one you chose.
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6. |
The First One (Demo)
02:59
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Close your eyes,
Have no fear.
The night is wide
But she’ll find you here.
It curls like coffee cup smoke
On that off-white dress you used to know So well.
That dizzy smile
In clouded swirl
That soft skinned while
When I was hers.
Those lips that finally formed
In the haze of light from your bedroom door Once more said,
“Don’t fear the coming wave,
Nothing breaks with it.
I am in the rain.
I am the Empire State,
And I won’t change a bit.”
I miss all of you now,
My home,
as much as stranger sounds whispered.
It pulls like nothing I’ve known
Between a place to live
And space to grow
It’s my home
All alone.
I’m gonna be the one who sees you
I’m gonna be the one who knows
I’m gonna be the one who fears you
I’m gonna be the one you chose.
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