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The Starter Home
03:14
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Like Faded Paint around old picture frames
(Smiling faces hide the light)
Like Moldy corners never cleaned
(Out of sight and out of mind)
Like bottles of booze tucked behind plumbing drains
(Confuscating wrong and right)
A happy home is hard to keep
Like years of dust remain on ceiling fans
(Smiling faces hide the light)
Like all reminders we tried to ignore
(Eating up what's out of sight)
As tires turn on grinding gravel
(Confuscating wrong and right)
After closing shut a sticking door
I lit a match and burned it down
(it’s much to much to clean this out)
And in the smoke I finally found
(it’s much too much to clean this out)
I never ever wanted it all
I never ever loved this home
No Scalpels, No Forceps
Just Hacksaws, and Tourniquets
We’re turning into statistics
Playing hand grenades and ballistic vests
We’re hiding so openly
But fighting so secretly
It’s for all the world to see
But no one knows like you and me
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2. |
Hanover St.
02:31
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I've seen better days
But every day is better than this
Cabernet that overflows and stains my lips
The same color as the stains that decorate your bathroom sink
You're either handy with a razor blade
Or you're just clumsy when you drink
I remember you dancing like your soul was on fire
Til December took its toll and let it expire
A new year, a brand new reason to not believe in anything
Anything at all
We're barely hanging on
And we have been for so long.
Our hearts grow colder with the setting sun
Another day older but the night's still young
Those days are so far gone and so are you
Hang on, han(g)over, I'll be home soon.
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3. |
The Best Revenge
04:15
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I’m out of time, you're out of energy
While you're tangled up in sheets, I'm still stumbling down the street at 2:15
Chests rise and fall, oblivious that when morning calls we won't exist
It's already too late, we don't exist
I need time to walk this off
You need space you catch your breath
You need rope to tie your noose
All I need is my regret
The curtain call, exit stage left
The performance of a lifetime that I hope you won't forget
It's already too late. Please don't forget
Your lipstick burns like cyanide
No one here gets out alive
With eyelashes like butcher knives
No one here gets out alive.
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4. |
Dead-Ended Lives
03:17
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We’re all hermits,
In heart and mind
I don’t know yours
You don’t know mine
We’re lost in forests
No maps to guide
The signs are old
All forbears died
But in the mist there is sound
Against my feet I feel ground
On lonely nights I hear
A call from other voices to come
We follow sound to the source
Bumping into the doors
Of other blind in the night
Groping for shards of light
Let's Dance
while time is tearing us down
Let's Drink
And Warm our Icy Insides
Let's sing
the quiet out of the night
Let's burn
The fuel of Dead-ended lives
The speakers pulse
It’s liquid sound
It pours out hot
It hits the ground
It’s molten air
Electric tears
Vibrating joy
Forgotten fear
It’s what we congregate in
Bronchial worship begins
It's only pressure in ears
Transmitting audible fears
Wrapped in blankets of noise
Consumed by audible toys
In a community held
Still hermits in ourselves
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Someone turn down the radio
I can't hear myself thinking clearly
the treble grates my patience and my ears
This is the same song I've been hearing for years
Someone turn down the radio
How many love songs does the world really need?
“The First Cut is the Deepest” but it's still only the start
We've only just begun to bleed
I don't know where to begin
I'll just try to blend in
Close your eyes, cover your ears and I'll try to disappear
Is that what you wanted to hear?
Maybe the insomnia spoke louder than my heart
Maybe the only time I truly feel together is when I'm constantly falling apart
I'll wait for you to disappear
Is that what you wanted to hear?
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6. |
Hey Catrine
02:15
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7. |
Ashtray
02:21
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I retrace my steps and crawl back to the surface
From the coffin I call home
The smoke escapes her chest as I inhale her breath
Into the ashtray I call my soul
I want to break the silence but all the words sound wrong
The ashtrays are all empty and the bottles are all full, but none of them will stay that way for long
“There must be more than this, something I somehow missed while staring at the ground”
There's nothing I can say to make that feeling go away so I won't even make a sound
“If we're all just dying slowly, then what's the purpose of this life?”
“Find something that you hate less than all the other things to hold onto until the day you die”
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8. |
OK
02:12
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You've been through worse than this, scars up and down your wrist, but they'll fade
You're a hazard to yourself but everybody else doesn't seem afraid, ok?
Is that OK?
I give up on myself and everybody else to just accept some blame
Every time I try, I quit, start choking on my spit and don't say a goddamn thing
We're acting like such fools, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to stay this way
This hole inside my chest is all that I have left to keep me fucking sane, ok?
Is that OK?
There's a devil on my shoulder and she wants me to come over
There's a devil on my shoulder singing “Crimson and clover over and over”
Scars up and down your wrist
Learn how to forgive and they'll fade
You owe that to yourself, but everybody else, you don't owe a thing, ok?
Ok.
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9. |
Last Call Came Early
03:10
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Last call came early tonight
I can't do anything right
I can't even smoke without coughing.
I think I'll get home alright,
But if I don't would you mind if I made my best here on the concrete?
I was trying to leave, but they're playing my song.
I don't know if the music is keeping us alive or if it's just keeping us content,
But if it's going to be the death of me and all my tone-deaf friends
Then at least we're dying slowly
and we know exactly how it ends
And in a world this dark and lonely
You can't ask for more than this.
They're playing our song.
I was trying to leave
But they're playing our song.
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We're the fallen, we fall where we may
Broken, battered, and propped up on display
Every minute’s an hour, every month takes a year
All the time in the world, we just didn't want to spend it all here
I want a second chance again.
Prepare my grave from everything I'm not
The earth is cold but it's everything we've got.
We danced to the band til the music slowed,
You said I can't understand and so you never even bothered to show me
Well, show me now
Now that my eyes are open to all the hearts that lie broken and all the faith I've lost hope in
That I'll ever have a second chance
Lay where you fall
Fall where you may.
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11. |
The Sharpest Things
03:24
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Three months I spent cleaning up my act
And I don't recognize who I am
My friends told me to get my shit together
But they're still picking up my tab
And I'm so far from home
Right now I've got nowhere else to go
Every time she speaks I
Can almost hear the strings,
If I only close my eyes
And even then I think I
Can almost see the things I've
Tried to leave behind
There are things you can't leave behind.
Did you my messages? I left a hundred voicemails
I wanted to show you the new me
He reminds me of myself
And every time she sings I
Find the sharpest things I
Can jam into my ears
And even then I think I
Can almost hear the screams I've
Been drowning out for years
More resilient than you'd think.
I try, fail, try, fail, try, fail, drink
Every time she screams I
Find the sharpest things I
Can jam into eyes
And even then I think I
Can almost see the things i
have run from my whole life.
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