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king
07:05
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Open road, forever sky,
look up into my own eyes
and see the trees, the stars, the leaves
and hold them in my memories
the grass grows slow, and moves and sways
and rocks stay still in forgotten places
show me how to be a better man
show me how to get to holy land
and i, can't, feel a thing
nothing, something, anything
hold me close and grab my arm
and take me to a desert farm
where I can be free
where I can be king
of everything
and never ever bring
hollow grounds breed hollow bones
that form the soft white broken stones
all around the banks of shores
I never want, what's fighting for
my own self, my own life,
shattered past and shattered knives
so hold on close and listen baby,
this world only drives me crazy
and I, can't, feel a thing,
nothing something anything
hold me close and grab my arm
and take me away forever more
open road, leads down the path,
sticks and stones are my own bath
im buried deep, so deep and under
let me be the light and thunder
and trees grow slow, like life itself
better words for better health
while I can see the opening
I can ride most anything to home
hollow grounds breed hollow bones
that form the soft white broken stones
all around the banks of shores
I never want, what's fighting for
my own self, my own life,
shattered past and shattered knives
so hold on close and listen baby,
this world only drives me crazy
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2. |
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Keep me clean and keep me dry
keep me lean and keep my spry
if words were wings then I could fly
but thats just something on my mind
and smoke seeps down into my clothes
just to keep my presence known
surely theres a way to go
that you and I or someone knows
but maybe thats too much to ask
maybe all my time's just passed
grasshopper, chirp at night
jump away at any sight
call your cry and sing your song
forever feels like way too long
lowly slowly only show me
lights from lamps that run on holy
light from somewhere in the rain
thats too hard to see the name
and round and round and round we go
we'll never stop, we'll never slow
down on the ground I put my feet
keep me clean, yeah keep me neat,
if I don't stay far away,
i'll end up in shallow graves
grasshopper, chirp at night
jump away at any sight
call your cry and sing your song
forever feels like way too long
I say hello just once or twice
nothing telling won't suffice
looking for a better world
thats I might find inside your curls
but that's just in dreams
“we” is just a dream
cracking at the seams
yeah everythings a dream
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3. |
wolf
03:33
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selfish knows selfish best
put it down and to the test
are the stakes just right
I only show at night
lately the suns not as warm
dry air follows like a swarm
and owls won't sleep a wink
flush down the kitchen sink
ok's alright, but just how long
does it take to get there
maybe's ok, but just how wrong
am I to sit and wait here
I took a pen and jabbed it down
through my hand into the ground
and ants crawled in and out the hole
and made a home they called their own
i'm one with earth connected so
surely make my image known
what's a dog to do when all
the other wolves are standing tall
ok's alright, but just how long
does it take to get there
maybe's ok, but just how wrong
am I to sit and wait here
what's the use in living
if you're not gonna live? (if i'm just gonna die)
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4. |
lame
02:50
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m just a lame fuck
a stupid and sad drunk
I lay in bed all day
and my head just feels stuck
im just a lame fuck
a stupid and sad fuck
smoking In bed
and just waiting to get drunk
all my friends say to get it together,
but i'm just a lame fuck
I never had much
in ways of a nice such
but im just a sad fuck
a stupid and bad drunk
i'm just some bad luck
some pride-ridden lame duck
waiting in bed,
just waiting to give up
and all my friends say to get it together,
but i'm just a lame fuck
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5. |
shoulder
03:18
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highway traffic keep me squared in the attic
television static see me squared in the attic
like a dusty box, full of unworn socks
that you can put on your feet when they get cold
wouldn't it be nice to drive on past the shoulder
couldn't it be nice to keep the past off my shoulders
lay it down, like a rusty crown
that you can put on to keep your spirits up
but whats it to you
its nothing to you
ill run into you
and move right through
every night go to sleep with a half filled head
that feels like its pouring over unseen dead
and i can drive on the highway, look past sideways
an excuse that you give when your life feels cold
and i can drive on the highway look past sideways
an excuse that you give when your life feels cold
wouldn't it be nice to drive on past on the shoulder
wouldn't it be nice to keep the past off my shoulders
but whats it to you
its nothing to you
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6. |
sober
03:39
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cant stop wasting
all your time the whole lot
constant fading
away away it fades away
and i swear i never change
cause sober tells me nothings fun
but other way round aint none
so where have all my friends gone
where has all my time gone
i feel that the ends long
coming for a while but i cant stop staring at the
ceiling fan
around with hands
that wave across
and leave black dots
and laugh a peep
that quiet squeak
that one that just says
sometimes are ok
sometimes are ok
when you feel like loose snot
thick and ugly
floating down some not
so muddy
streets across the street
oh, i clean my feet
and walk on out
sloppy wasted
nothing new
just all restated
staring at the staring at the
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eyes
05:28
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“miserable” she says to me
how I turn to make her be
but lovely words are never nice
and all of its so plain to see
I held high, my head of shame
and wish for some other other name,
the kindle is dying, turning to ash,
begging to be a full blown flame
burn, let me burn to the end,
turn, I can't turn towards the bend,
burn, let me burn to the end
sure, I can see where this ends
2x lead into
“just plain awful”, says her eyes
and I can't ever satisfy
but lovely words are never nice
local means to celestial ties,
trodding down, the beaten path
holy water, take my bath
and clean me of this putrid health
and bring me back, oh bring me back
burn, let me burn to the end,
sure I can see where this ends
do this twice
“beautiful” I whisper soft,
too late for what is surely lost
lovely words are never nice
It's all already been tossed
4x interlude
“beautiful” I whisper soft,
too late for what is surely lost
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feet
03:48
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empty, all washed up inside 24
dangling a branch of mine
to grab a hold and pull myself
up and over, up and out
I'm falling baby ain't no stopping it, (F# B D A)4x
i'm crawling towards the end of all of it
but maybe soon I'll land on my feet
and hope that I fcan leep itstrught
but right now, right this minute, (A C# D F#)6x
i'm just too high to walk
and right here now right this minutes,
I can barfely fucking talk at all
slippery slope, its a slick for damn sure (A B F# D, A F# B D) 4x
next thing you know your life's hotel rooms
and stealing so much money its a serious crime
happy, whats it mean, I can't be it in my dreams
so someone tell me how to get my spirit clean
chip on my shoulder, more like a fuckin canyon
and I can't scrape the remnats off no luck getting traction
I'm falling baby ain't no stopping it, (A C# D F#)4x
i'm crawling towards the end of all of it
but maybe soon I'll land on my feet
and hope that I fcan leep itstrught
but right now, right this minute, (A F# A F# B F# )
i'm just too high to walk
and right here now right this minutes,
I can barfely fucking talk at all
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snake
04:31
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small, little bird, please fly right on away
ive seem better times and bitter thoughts on better days
call, to the sky, let the thinder make me comfy
i've seen better things go on and I've been feelng ugly
drown, I could drown in all the spite
round, and round I sure just might
drown, I could sink into the wake
love is nothing better than a vile poison snake
small, little bird, please fly right to the clouds,
i've seen better days and better thoughts from my own bounds
call, I could call all the people on my mind,
but I'm just afraid of all the fuckups that theyll find
drown, I could drown in all the spite
round, and round I sure just might
drown, I could sink into the wake
love is nothing better than a vile poison snake
drown, I could drown in all the spite
round, and round I sure just might
drown, I could sink into the wake
love is nothing better than a vile poison snake
let me be a rock on the side of the ocean
let me be a grain of sand in the sea
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10. |
face
05:40
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rocks fall down the mountain
and into the street
I follow them all the way down
until I can meet
the stranger, stranger things,
am I in danger please, just
watch the fly it zigs and zags
and never faults with this and that
and dies from papers slamming shut
alone and cold and confused, but
I can't stand the site of my own face
I'm like the fly and I need sleep
cold until I feel some warm embrace
it never comes, no it never comes
california,
new york city,
rva and charlottesville,
ive been around and drank
my way to see myself passed out until
you woke me up in the back seat
burrito was so good to eat
and I was crying because of all the love
I had for all my friends that day
I can't stand the site of my own face
I'm like the fly and I need sleep
cold until I feel some warm embrace
it never comes, no it never comes
it never comes, it never will,
I won't get my hopes up
its just not how it used to be
i'll never have my hopes up
again
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