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Solo Transatlantic
03:10
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Should've wrote this one down
In the golden evening
Before she figured it all out
To hesitate, as the tides drag away
The refrain
That we keep selling to ourselves
Expressway to AC
and let it ride
Told you I was unhappy
And as unsure as I was then
I’m trying not to admit.
Casino air, and your windswept hair
And the shorebirds.
I’d rather find myself alone
In the golden evening
When she figured me all out
She storms away, And I’m deaf to her graces
The boardwalk’s just calling our faults
The lonely melodies that we hum to ourselves
Are more often than not
Dysfunctional too
(I’m not reliving, but drowning)
As much a part of me as I am of you
And I’m thinking we should talk this one over
All the letters I would’ve liked to have written you
Are stuck between chords and the notes that we cling to
So glad you held on, but I can’t help
But see through
The song, and the sea
and myself as an actor
But when I said that, doll, I swear that I meant it
Your muse and your curse
And your heart, as an anchor
the ones that we turn to
Let’s just bury october
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Posi Jump to Conclusions
01:32
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at a loss for how to get through today
close it all out,
keep all thought, the onslaught at bay
you’ll be your old self in a month, again you say
but that’s 31 fucking days away
between jobs and I’m on beechwood
by the park
dealing with the sudden shift in your emotional capacity
I thank god I’ve got this downtime to really,
fabricate,
and then just wallow with this pit in my chest
I tried to call you
a bit after 8
when I knew you were home
left a smile that was fraud, and
I want to know basically everything
even the drowning
only heard your machine
I tried to call you
but you’re never around
are you ok?
are you gone for good?
I tried to call you
but I’m not
sure i’ll find a spot north of ritner again
The only
The only thing I want to feel
The only thing I want to know is
how loud these speakers will go
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Save Bandit
04:40
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letting go, if we’re honest
is the hardest, she said
like summer nights, philly sidewalks
the first time I held your hand
and slow the room, it’s set poorly
what with all we could’ve said
I try to paint a life without you, but I can’t
and alice,
you’re lost without me
sing softly
like a sparrow caught in rain
but I can’t wait
to know every single sad thing
sign us in
and count the days till the weekend, she said
it seems we’ve been less than happy
with our latitude, and when
your shift ends
I’m a sucker for all the ways your heart’s been broken
If I could go back to the person you met, I would
Isn’t this supposed to be like something out of a movie set?
nothing against you,
but I’ve got this yarn I wrote, it’s in a bottle, and it’s out at sea
It’ll hold me back for a while
spend half your life on the coast, just waiting for advice to slow
and chapters to close
let’s bookend this one with
another way to be broken -
it’s not like i won’t
see you tonight
I’m not ready to go
so call the hotel
you stood by
and at times, I’d
reluctantly
waved goodbye
to the grey
and the last few snowfalls
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start here
at the end of an era
half-capped halls
and what it meant to be
it all went away
along with my voice,
lions gathered around me
the lights go down on stage
and for half an hour
those years, in some way
forever hold us back
but i’m still taken aback by that, in awe
of kids twice as bold as I
we’re all a little fake sometimes
its cliche at this point
but something better than this town
through with all charades
i just want to scream out what I have to
and it’s probably worthless
but at least that shit is off my chest
knocked at my window
and stumbling, I let it in
a new sharp set of ideals
and the violence of a teenager, somehow
“how can we get them
on the next show?”
he asks in his black t-shirt,
“is it truly who you are, or it is some-”
he’s gone, he’s waving from the bar
avoiding everyone I know, man
couldn’t possibly let them find out
that we have only now and
the needle’s getting kinda worn out
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Jersey Barrier
03:27
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A bitter storm ends, which you had your sights on
Back in junior high, to lock yourself in
Just keep it held up, till your arms just shake
And the hopes are falling down your face
before they were ironclad, and they were held up high
Now they just keep you from sleep at night
Undeserving, I
Shot for the nearest exit sign
July, we gave up, and its death to think
What we could’ve gained if we’d just held out
The fields that we ran, and I’m at the end
of every edge I could’ve swore I had
It’s not that hard, it was impossible
July, we gave up, and its death to think
all that could’ve been if we’d just held out
some swore, I walked away
It’s light, how the sun never met that treeline
(for what seemed like days)
and shapes who we are today
I looked to the path we were taking, long,
decided it wasn’t at all
I blinked at the rows, and they soldiered on
I thought “they’re on their own”
Just carve out your heart to move forward, or don’t
Dreams die every day
Like wading through hell
purposefully, you’re caught
in high water still
This moment is yours for the taking, long
after the follow through
You already proved you were valid
Can’t bring yourself to anymore
and that’s ok
Are we better off
Than we were back then?
Do you regret what you’ve done?
Are you over it?
Are we better off
Than we were back then?
Did you not have the strength to slay the summer wind?
Are we better off
Then we were back then?
Do you regret
giving in to the undercurrent?
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Blue Streak, 1938
04:14
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this one’s gone on for far too long
how can I withdraw, escape from scene
again
we were great at 22
and I had doubt,
lying next to you, the quiet one,
in your room
that we’d make it
last, a semester or 2
longing for the parallels we drew
to the “new year’s project”
to “mass pike”, and sunny day
to the sunset of midwestern pa
just like we were kissing in the rain
making mix cds with your name
finding a place that was open this late
our hands met ‘neath a small library tree
as you struggle with
how to best
reinvent
goddamn the sentiment
and the shelf I placed it on
memorize lines to a dead-end song
goddamn this indecision
now he’s strong, he’s holding out
the frame’s right, but the picture’s all wrong
all I wanted was you
but I could not fold
call the bluff, and I’ll pine for your ghost
i know all I wanted was you
but I could not fold
like giving in to
your stronger old self
you’re a ghost
but all I wanted was you
and I could not fold
cut from a roseate
and magazines
and a lost cause you’ve not sung away
aimless,
and dreamt of before
like a dead-end song
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Strangled in Tennessee
00:04
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find your own way home
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Harvester
02:48
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Sure, I’ve been staying afloat
But its like it all came and went
I’ve got to stop counting Days (they’re fucking adding up)
But I love these things
Even if they’re boxed, unheard
Rotting in my room
It’s like I’m nervous or something
Just hold out
Should’ve held out months ago
And set fire to this house (never step foot in)
Then suddenly
The crowd goes wild - we’re in front of thousands
Like laying awake at eight years old
Eke out another few hours of the night before
it's lofty little man, but we’ll get there somehow
“you’re nearly there”, “trust yourself”,
Say something like that
the same records we’ve worn in
Can’t possibly lose someone like this
they’re gradually fading again
The crowd goes wild - we’re in front of thousands
Like laying awake at eight years old
Eke out another few hours of the night before
Still trying to see at least a part of it through
This is dead
Proof that I’ll wait for no one
The road is paved with
former allies
bodies strewn behind
ere the vultures fly
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4 years to the day
She’s hanging up
She hangs it up
In the backroom
Malls and coffee shops
Down 95
A stop that you’d bet your whole life on and
Wilmington
You’ll stop for nothing
The questions were
"Moving on?" and "are we accepting?"
Wilmington
You arrived how you should’ve
Just cried like hell
On the way
She keeps the score
so hard to celebrate
oh, another year
A call from the sunshine state, early in
don’t miss your stupid ride
and don’t hang it up
be seeing you at 10th st
for a while since
Train rides, and state lines, and bright eyes
You’ve got strength, you know
On top the garage where you showed me the city
but its the 4th of july and I’m not sure why you’re crying
On the parkway
And I’m selfish again, I see that now
It’s always worse when we wake up
Too proud to give in
and it ruins us both
We don’t need the moon
Please answer the phone
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10. |
True Eastwood
04:46
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you knew from day one,
or maybe I should’ve made it known
all I see is the way through
but I’m failing at keeping everyone else
on the narrow
was it such a great offense?
Do you not feel your old ambitions
constantly tugging at your back?
where do the sirens go?
if they’re laid out plainly,
the fools aren't as tempted to follow
its like they never wanted it
like they never wanted it
do you ever want something
so bad it clears the way
but the way ends up less bright
read the words from liner notes
every time that I felt overcome
by a song I heard in the early aughts
through a couple shit amps
old friends that I’m still learning to love
others still tend hate my guts
from something that I said,
or maybe didn’t say
over ten years ago
tired of failing at
keeping this hull above
and everyone stoked,
where did our awkward years go?
if you knew how close to
calling it quits that i was
down with all “tonight”s,
down with all track ones these millions of frontmen
have ever composed
cast a spear to all
unbowed,
and not a step behind
from every time I heard “I’m in”, “on-board”
and it seeming like a great idea at the time
we’d kill to have this one underway
but the thing I’m coming to realize
is aspirations only
carry us like
zero percent of the way
so just be like salinger
be married to it
we can still make something great
one day i’ll learn to compromise
flip another page to the wayside
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It was a gross misunderstanding
the ground we gained here is retreating
and I should’ve seen, that fall
your parts were blank, after all
It’s fine, it's a misunderstanding
yeah,
quietly plotting the assail
reams of what we deserve
iron state of disrepair
and you’ve had it with amends
just trying to follow through with this
try to reconcile
the hours that we spent on melwood
a familiar highway home
quick as they appeared
how do I stop this from continuing?
locked up, and caught up in
your room
to no avail
reminds me of the time that we bonded over dixie
the parkway would look better if I was plummeting
a step from this new bridge
was it a slight again?
and an old friend’s singing in my head
step away from this new found
“like failing…”
It was a gross misunderstanding
the ground we gained here is retreating
and I should have seen it coming
for whatever I did
for whatever I said wrong to you
(how can I possibly lose)
for whatever the limelight said
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