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Light Left On
04:12
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My grandfather’s blood swirls around my veins
It's not for the best and I know that more or less
My own father raised with a sense of guilt and worried shame
But I’m still living more or less
Spin around, spin around, dissociate
Another time another place
A chemistry explained
A shaky anxious brain can’t sleep at night, but dying in the light
Never could shake this impulse to ruin all I love
Regret fits me like a glove
One for the ghosts that climb the wall
One for the battles lost and won
One for the light that you left on
One for the dark place in us all
Those nights you shook but didn’t break
One for the ghosts that climb the wall
One for the footsteps in the hall
One for the battles lost and won
One for the light that you left on
One for the dark place in us all
Those nights you shook but didn’t break
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Backlit by the embers of an empire’s dying light
Scatter tomorrow’s ashes and sing in revelry
Born on the outside
Dirt in hand under an empty sky
Born on the outside
A match, a rag, an academy of lies
From up here the lights all look like little flames
If we get high enough we can watch the city burn
From up here the lights all look like little flames
Back then the words all fit but the voice could not be found
Frozen still like deer eyes in headlights
Born on the downside, a quarter till a dollar short
Born on the downside, a rounding error, sand in the gears
A whisper sent, a promise kept
And it won’t be long now
We never belonged here
It won’t be long now
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3. |
In Blackout Rooms
03:08
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Unmoored by shifting ground
Deaf to sound I’m a tick in the sea
I’m fat on failing
Interred by a rising sun
Vampire fangs still fit me
I’m losing all the rest of who I am
Like coming to in blackout rooms
But void in my hands, my feet can’t find the floor
Like coming to in blackout rooms
But void in my hands and crawling for a door
There’s no gravity
Faithless and weightless I’m unbound
Adrift I’m erased
This is catching up
I’m out of breath, bad karma
I’m a winter storm
Short breathing, all subconscious
All leaving with no witness
Lungs flood with fragments of a life in parallel
Lights running dry
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Tried to stay gold but the ring went green and I went gray
Pony boy turning hair and bones
Fictions get buried in brighter days
When all my truths lie in ghost notes
They’re muted and faint, and just off the beat
In endless miles dead empty
In hours pregnant with silence
I’m in the back room, turn it up
Down in the basement, turn it up
To eleven
Point the speakers at the sky, a fist lifted towards heaven
No need mention, yeah I know we’re gonna die
Let feedback be our reference
Living life like a reminder
A blurry photo postcard, you’re staring out of frame
Minutes before daylight, passing like a ghost
A shadow of a life sliding off the page
Tie a note around your wrist
Wrap your arms around my waist
I won’t take this for granted
I won’t fall back on sentiment
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A light in a western sky cut the world open
I let it engulf me
A wave in a southern sea crested above me
I let it wash over me
Life by degrees
I sway on a string
Life by degrees
Exhale and release
A western sky
A southern sea
An endless night
A century
Let it engulf me
I’m going to haunt the streets of this desert town
In my father’s hearse with the windows down
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Faster Still
02:50
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We’re falling faster still
We fly just like an arrow cutting through the wind
Target the ground below
We’re digging with bare hands.
Neck-deep in iron sand
Immune to all the ways
There’s no bottom to these days
We’ll never walk the halls of rarely slept in homes
The margin’s thin and thinning every day
The only constant amid the rising rent
Is truth be told, we two are all we need
I’m asking for a ride out of here tonight
There's one way out and if I jump, will you please break my fall
I’m asking that the night closes around us tight
We’re cloaked in secrecy. Got our own code you and me
One knife in my back
Bleeding on buildings
A corner bar closed down
A time we’ll remember
Can’t move because the weight
So we now call this place our own
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Sheet Metal Grey
02:47
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Lean my head against the window, it’s cold against my skin
Won’t stop raining
Spill my guts in foggy breath but hands keep on deleting
My thoughts so transient
There’s no back then, no heaven sent
Just a feeling softly fading
There’s no back then, no heaven sent
Your history is dying
Just let it leave
Just let it die
Just bleed it out
Another gilded age
Sky rusted metal gray
Monuments to excess
Another shortest straw
Praying hands rubbed raw
So much waiting
I want to crack the chest
Expose the heart that pumps only war
In the wages, war
In the factories, war
In the silence at the end of a gun
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Slow Fade
03:30
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Let the chorus rise in swells like water to my chin
Crash me ‘gainst the rocks again
Or sink me to the bottom of this lake
Stumble around in a day drunk haze in these towns we grew up in
I’m a winter heart in a summer skin, burns hide the evidence
Let the axe fall at my neck
Spit in defiance
Set fire to the might have beens
Eulogize the never wins
Half a life away in a slow fade
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Me, Incomplete
02:58
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Distance is relative
A fold in the map
Connecting the scars
A “V” in my arms
A phrase turned inside out
Distance is relative
A line between stars an inch in the sky, the blink of an eye
A forgotten name replaced
A wave goodbye
This is me, incomplete
At the first sign of light
The desert’s so desolate you can get lost
Been out digging graves most of the night, but she says that’s all behind
This is me, incomplete at the first sign of light
A song just out of tune, but the melody’s all right
All of these pages stuck between stages of a soft suicide
You’re sleeping next to me, I’m trying not to breathe
Pretend I’m anything but like me, incomplete
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10. |
I Need an Editor
03:53
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We take a lot of liberties
A selective editing as we storyboard our backstory
You be the narrator
I’m unreliable and lack discipline
Be the anchor at my waist
Harness for my dumb stunts
I’m freaking out again
Synaptic conflict in a medicated mind
I flicker like a light
Scribble with shaky hands
Unreasonable demands
Half a half-life
Let you down every time
I need an editor
I need a structured prose
I’m a sea of mixed up metaphors
I weave in and out
Sleep in between double yellow lines
Heart taps off rhythm out of time
I’m freaking out again
Synaptic conflict in a medicated mind
I flicker like a light
Scribble with shaky hands
Unreasonable demands
Half a half-life
Let you down every time
I’m freaking out again
Don’t break when I bend
Be my mirror
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