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Sex and Resin
03:53
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I held a girl who was leaving town as soon as the morning rolled around oh, oh... Chicago gets so cold.
I'm sitting in a place where I used to stay, where people and parties kept sadness away oh, oh.... This place is different now.
Now all the leaves are falling to the ground; how our feet crush their ashes and winter crashes down, Chicago gets so cold.
So many things make me feel empty like sex and resin, cigarettes and TV oh oh, so I let em fill me up.
Now everyone is goin separate ways, towards different states and cities; I hope you'll be ok. I hope you'll be ok.
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Snakeskins in Backyards
03:43
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There were convenience stores and serial killers, fireworks shops open twenty-four hours, dogs dyin' or gettin dug up in the town where we grew up.
Tall grass and past lives, a kid you were somewhere inside, there's lemonade and third grade, got clean lungs and summer days.
Black holes and I'm holding your hand. Chain smokin in a dyin' car. Lotteries, it's a loose change life for you. Snakeskins in Backyards.
Tall grass and present lives, a sunset for your wounded eyes that you shut tight, until you realized under a black sky you're a disguise.
There were glass eating girls and sword swallowing mystics, have naked men who danced for powder or slashed wrists and all we can hope for is total forgiveness in the cities that we ran to.
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I'm giving up what I thought was true, I'm taking down my baby blues. I just can't fit in these Sunday shoes anymore. Little lion, little lion have you lost your mighty roar? The one that sent me hiding so many times before like a coward to the canyon, in search of something more.
But I was left eroding by the valley, empty-handed. I was a believer all along, until the vultures landed. "I'm no scarecrow, I'm no lamp-post!" I shouted and they disbanded.
But at the end of the day, all I had to say was that
I'm giving up what I thought was true, I'm taking down my baby blues. I just can't fit in these sunday shoes anymore. Little bird little bird, are you still able to fly? Some things are impossible to forget at night. So you just lie awake until you're burned by the morning light.
But those vultures were a persistant kind and I"m often unprepared. So I was led by the fireflies to the mouth of a woman so fair. I was taken by her beauty and scared of how she loved me so I spent so many nights in limbo waiting to see where these fireflies had so quickly led me.
It was the day of my departure that those vultures got a lead and by God if I could say so, they made a feast of me now I'm a valley, I'm a lion and that bird. Now I'm cryin in the canyon of something I didn't mean to make but all I had to say was that
I"m giving up what I thought was true, I'm taking down my baby blues, I just cant fit in these sunday shoes anymore. Little bird little bird, are you still able to fly? Somethings are impossible to forget at night.
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Go Home
04:11
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Well paths can't decide which horse you ride, so you choose the one that's at hand. Even though these roads we know expand over highway, through wasteland and sand there's a place less roamed by the savages with stones.
If I've a heart then I've a home.
I hear people talking on the train about all the things they own. iPhone apps and heart attacks that don't do much for the soul.
My heart is soaked in alcohol and it's hidden like a poem. It keeps me covered up in concrete love that a girl gave to me on loan.
And though this pavement is my grave it still could be my home.
When I split cold comfort called to me, said "come on, don't leave me alone."
I turned, replied, " My friend I've died, and I don't think it made me grow."
I was seventeen and had a dream to see all I could and be seen and as my muscles atrophied I still believed in love and needed someone to call home.
I'd call home. Call home.
Now a final word and rest assured, all you really need to know.
When this bodies weight all dissipates I know I'll be at home.
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House, It Is Haunted
04:06
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Well I do suppose I'm losing my wits now and all the slick, wet things that remind me of you. While they were asleep, asleep in their coffins we were making love by the dozens it seems.
Well I did get sick and then I got sicker. And then one day I didn't wake up at all. Please remember that life is really great. Let's sit in a circle and eat with our hands.
House, it is haunted. Silently swinging so. No monument stands in our honor.
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I wonder if my siblings know my name.
I have a sister and brother that live with my mother in a house far away.
They moved there as I grew older. The schools there were much nicer. And I don't blame my mother for making the decision she made.
So I fell into the city,
away from my friends and family.
And alone, you'd think I was empty.
Well empty I guess I could be.
The drives to Indiana are getting longer every time.
When we left, we left our mark.
We crushed our candles after dark.
And in the dark we shed our skin.
With bones bare we'll begin again.
When you begin again you die a bit, but if you die once you get used to it.
You can build a bridge. And you can watch it burn; let the dog eared flames lick your face, to scar your head and change your genes. You bleed and watch blood drain from others
from poisoned apples &
long lost brothers.
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Different Coastlines
05:21
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Days roll by like fragile coasts. You'll bite the neck of what you love the most.
You'll drown the thing that makes you choke and live in the ocean away from the coast.
And all you'll see is a fleeting thing, another ship passing by in the middle of a daydream. And you'll eat well and feel your soul swell inside you then you'll die full with your days lost behind you.
I miss a face, a familiar thing. But what I have to realize is that we're just ships passing and looking for different coastlines.
As days roll by you're more like a ghost. You'll bite the neck of what you love the most.
It's a tidal wave, a ferris wheel. You're a kid crying wolf in a secluded field.
I miss a face, a familiar thing. But what I have to realize is that we're just ships passing and looking for different coastlines.
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After a While
03:09
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Hold, Hold your country isn't gone. After a while you get fickle and frail all your own.
Hate me upon that aeroplane. After a while you get fickle and smell like a shame.
After a while you get fickle and smell like rain.
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All my friends are going to be strangers. I can see the day they don't know my face. And we'll pass each other on a crowded street corner, each of us conveniently replaced.
There may be a brief spell of recognition. I may feel a sense of deja vu, like I have seen this face once, a long time ago... perhaps a dream I had at one or two.
But all my friends are going to be strangers and I may reminisce now and again back to a time when I could call them brothers and think on things that once might have been.
Every time I wake up from a dream I check myself, make sure I'm still alive.
Because if I dream too long that I am in heaven I fear that in the night I may have died.
Sometimes I don't know if I'm anyone at all. Sometimes I don't know if I'm anywhere. They say home is where the heart is, I'm not sure. All I really know is I'm not there.
And all my friends are going to be strangers. And all the words we've spoken will disappear: everything I said to them in anger, everything I did out of fear.
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