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Lights! Camera! Cobra!
02:38
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catch me longing for the sound
of those last few winters
the thrills of crawford county lines
to keep us in
talk of things worth hanging on to
and if I had to explain it,
well I wouldn’t know where to begin
so I’ll dodge the end
try to stay grateful, and sincere
hold on to all fleeting years
find the meaning in some shouted words
and power chords
call it when you see the ride
we’ll stay true forever
with better things unfolding there
so, tear it apart
and on the way back down
we’d sing together
as it gets harder to see a life much better than this
I’d like to stay grateful, and sincere
hold on to all fleeting years
but could I fall in love
with some shouted words
still be awe-struck by power chords
till I’m face down
Not facing where I've been but where I'm going
An uncertain future built with mortar and bricks
Or underground picks
So I may have nothing but nothing's got nothing on me
We may have nothing but nothing's more than we'd ever need
(But do you still feel it when lights go down and strings ring out?)
Don't say it was nothing when it meant the world to me
(Was it more than just a song, was it more than heartfelt?)
To some it meant nothing but it means the world to me
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Cliff Jumper
03:25
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so this is how the year’s going?
we’re choking, and grasping at straws
like a child
mostly, if it’s a consolation
these days I just battle myself
god, am I actually fucking saying this?
because I’m having trouble breathing in; its in my head
will the progression lock it in? did my heroes go through this?
now we’re a couple ok records in…
the nostalgia play’s the worst
the mindkiller
(ok, shift the blame, without having much to show)
and you’re sitting through….
distantly, she called to see
how I was still doing
she said something like “you’re lonely”
and i said “how can that be?
why, I often see my best friends in a daydream
they’re cheering for me, but they’re seventeen”
you can write a solid song
it’s not difficult at all
they would hear it once, and they’d all sing along
to be something you could’ve thrown out years ago
but the parts shouldnt change so much -
maybe today you wouldn’t feel something wrong
no more checking your chest for a heartbeat
or examining things that we missed
keep yourself from reveling in the sadness of
everything
make note of the red that
crashes through
like waves on their way
makes you want to run
the fire you neglect inside
has no way to fight
but this
will you tune it out?
are you feeling it right now?
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MoshPolice
01:48
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it’s late, but I know you can find the way
home, as the kids stare with their disbelief, and their
half-in codes
they grip tired arms to the mic,
and it’s god, starting fights
screaming lines they thought they had memorized
one last time
am I failing to convey, as old cities fade away
the remainders are aging out every day
they’re bitter and they’re sidetracked
I’m not beaten, yet
one day this stormcloud’s gonna break, friend - you’ll meet it
left behind on turnpikes,
I’m still dreaming of those erie days
from shuttered stages, missing bands
they all seem to say
“this is the only thing…”
but I’ve got this chorus right now
the old believers sing
and the rest grind their lives away
check what you’re gaining on
compared to them you’re on fire
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can I see you’re torn between
continually crying,
and some sense of normalcy?
(everyone claps from the sidelines, but me (and sings)
for I am overjoyed
often compelled (to avoid a self-certain end)
to scrutinize the frame, and that look (in your eyes)?
and turn it into a love song again
there’s nothing to forgive,
so let safety win
took the time, thought a lot,
it’s just one more sad ride back to the station with him
then let it pass away
don’t look back, don’t say
you’ve arrived, or goodnight
(or at least don’t start it)
don’t say
anything
like a sudden fall
how you both kept it cool, played it off
after a year
spent caving in, you’ll be alright
wait for me, wait for me, no (could never)
the horns drown it out
I’ve learned to be an anchor
and let it ride,
see you on the jersey side
was it all you missed?
louder still
departures,
wearing thin
in a kinder home.
you fought like hell
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what hit me then:
“you’ve got secrets”
spoke like every lot she was ever dealt
a kind of home
you learn to live with
I thought back to that night and the cover-up
but it’s lost
in uncertainty, and the evening fog of our summer love
heaven is real, but it’s only when we’re in the same damn room
but I didnt say that
we’re sitting on the bed
from when I moved out - driving straight through,
and I kinda thought
“I’ll win us back”.
as the sparrow took flight -- I brushed it off
the hope that you keep inside
is never-ending as I
fling myself from balconies
dancing, and stepping off-time
the simple things that went
unsaid, all caught up in the end.
but your art, still it does me in
but i’ll never see you again
no, i’ll never see you again
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slow breath, and it’s over,
if we could have learned anything from this -
the driveway ends, at your house
and you’ll never have to go through
something like that ever again
take them down
then like poetry -
light them up,
or just pass them off to someone else
you will trust again
only look back once or twice
you’ll never see me alive
listen, i’m not the suitor you thought
and you’re living through the lowest point yet
I’ll never find it as lonely
as when i’m right beside you
and I catch myself
imagining you walking out
should I get someone to help
tonight, when my skull cracked in
i was kissing her
for what I thought was
the last time
and I leapt from the deep
where my heart used to be
but i still
sank
I found out, I was still, I was married,
beneath
but I still sank
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8. |
Crash & Sink
02:50
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could you just tell me if we’re not talking anymore?
it would be slightly easier to understand
stuck with my reasons I made up why you haven’t written back
content to argue with your contact
and I can’t recall a single word you painted us
on that canvas you showed me as incomplete
drove you crazy, If I’d have known it would be the last,
man, I drove you straight to his
haven’t decided if
it was difficult, but its a way to end it
to sever the connection we made
back in march
the reason I was such a pain
as the dance we ran was like hell again
was I knew you were with someone else
so let the cigarette burn out
I’ve got to finish this
with some decency
now that a couple years have passed
since I touched verse one
but should I keep the hook?
we were both the same, and would I have done it any differently
if you weren’t alone, distraught on your bed (with that song on)
so let the cigarette burn out
did you lie like nobody’s business that last day? had this one all wrong
but I already got five songs about how I fucked it up
did you lie like nobody’s business that last day?
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Posi Osbourne
00:20
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getting up there
and half of what you earn
why do I do this to myself?
...anyone?
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Promise Believer
04:10
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it had a lot to do with
whatever it took, at least at first
and johnny, well things eventually wound down for him
what we don’t face, it’ll tear us apart
and the dog in our head so often bites back
don’t try to forget too much
stay locked in the basement
I was thinking those things, that I would say to you
last week in my car, I had standards on
something was resonant in those last ones we wrote
“where did we go wrong” and the struggles that I’ve had
when you hit me with that
so exceedingly deft.
real bands, and rad songs
and ransoms, and “I have problems backing down”
should’ve seen it then
it all ends tonight,
with a thread that’s one-sided
there’s no one diving in,
and the ultimate, well, it fails again
don’t try to forget too much
stay locked in the basement
I was thinking those things, that I would say to you
last week in my car, I had standards on
something was resonant
this all started as just a bullshit attempt,
another lost friend (can you believe)
“wish we could’ve seen eye to eye, man“
but I wasnt able to go through - with any of it
so collapse,
let old brothers collapse.
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how could I survive
in this extricated life?
this is best written over months
and it was well-wished
from the start
will i run out of things to say?
no, fall in, then fall away
I’ve had so many friends
accept who they once were, and then moved on
the same ones I hear from every 3 or 4 years
every cadence will end,
every scene,
and the whole damn record drips defeat
what if we all sang along
but the songs weren’t anthems after all
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13. |
Best Episode
03:37
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now It’s try out season
feeling like I’m caught between
what we said or just suffering
a tragedy lost on me
stop me if you’ve heard this one before
to cover-up mistakes
when nothing felt in place
the silver glimmers at my face, i’m guiding right
but I could be not
across the yard
and we’ve stopped
being crushed by the weight
of a solid mile, a decent face
or a reason to be there anymore
arriving at our best-laid
in the makeshift afternoons
if we end up anywhere
but here,
just hold them, too
every day it was the best episode
we’d sing our hearts
out, if we’d ever known
how it all could end
forget it man, just pile in
this pavement leads to a northern sound
take your time, but dont check
couldnt bear the waste
of another midwest sunset in
the keystone state, where I should have been
arriving at our best-laid
in our makeshift afternoons
if we’re going anywhere
but here, save them if you can
say goodbyes
walking to your house
the last day we’d ever get caught
got about one summer left
just give us something to work toward
PA lights on a saturday
nowhere else is home
but I know they’re fading
and most are lost
but the golden few are with me until I’m dead, until i’m gone
walking to your house
the last day we’d ever get caught
got about one summer left
just give us something to work toward
every day it was the best episode
we’d sing our hearts
out, if we’d ever known
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rain on,
just drive it home
when there’s not much wrong
you’re lying on
if I could hold
on to maturity
or a passing semblance of
I threw out all that kid owned
watched as it floated past the river side
saw it caught in debris
and well, isn't that just how life often goes?
the irony - not lost on me
how can I
concede, and leave behind
all the shit that I believed when I was 29?
will it fall to the wayside?
I’m still not saying we gave it up
we tried like hell - and the words are not
quite what you thought they were
but they caught up
(disregard it)
pick yourself up, and run far away
the swan song of a sorry decade
every day’s an opportunity
to be better
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