1. |
All My Best Friends Sing
04:15
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The sky is screaming
All-night explosions
Drowns out the ringing in my ears that never goes away
An eve of something
The outside creeps into the dreams I fell asleep just so I'd escape
I say goodbye oh oh I say goodbye
To a year that couldn't wait to take you away
We said goodbye oh oh We said goodbye
A final bedside squeeze of hand on an April day
I just wanna feel a brand new Florida breeze on a winter day and our kind of place
Reliving all the things absurd and in between
Communicate with ease and laugh it all away
I just wanna hear all my best friends sing
Static in the air and strangers listening
I just want a drink to accompany me when that perfect line sends shivers up my spine
Alive and breathing among destruction
Another broken body trying to keep out of the way
Hold on for something
The words that linger on a calendar just three pages away
We watch the time oh oh We watch the time
Burn the minutes burn the hours burn the days
We watch the time oh oh We watch the time
And go running towards a damn near paid off grave
I just wanna feel a brand new Florida breeze on a winter day and our kind of place
Reliving all the things absurd and in between
Communicate with ease and laugh it all away
I just wanna hear all my best friends sing
Static in the air and strangers listening
I just want a drink to accompany me for that perfect line
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2. |
Taped Up Headphones
03:20
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The frayed upholstery
'Neath pens and sharpies
Curse words, heart frames and logos
It's my field of vision to a destination that seeps that dread into my bones
Put that dubbed over tape in
Black out every surrounding
A young James has spoken
Sings life's for my own
And it bleeds through these taped up headphones
And I feel surrounded
Some good some bad
None of which I care to know
So I slouch down lower
Taking cover
A magic force field on this bus
Put that dubbed over tape in
Black out every surrounding
A young James has spoken
Sings life's for my own
And it bleeds through these taped up headphones
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3. |
Memories Of August
04:29
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I guess He didn't make it
It seems the bullet wasn't finished with the pain
Now everything that I hold dear upon my tarnished name
Can never be again
Head down for the verdict
A wounding gavel crashing down to seal my fate
Trace the cracks of time on weather tiles that hold my gaze
Will it wash away?
Will it wash away?
All the dirt in my reflection
Closing eyes that always see that same old face
Looking back at me
Memories of August
Him and I we used to own those summer days
Killing time on old Redlines
The endless roads seemed paved
Just for our escape
You think ya got a brother
But all the years go by and shit gets in the way
Who'd of thunk a blinding night of alcohol and rage
Could ever end this way
Will it wash away?
Will it wash away?
All the dirt in my reflection
Closing eyes that always see that same old face
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4. |
Gardens Of Westchester
03:06
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He squints his left eye just like me
It opens wider as he recognizes my face
He always asks me for the day
And tells me to get him out of this god forsaken place
Fighting off the CNAs
"I don't trust em, son , they're all out to get me"
Fighting off the CNAs
He swears it wasn't just a dream
Last night he walked the streets alone in New York City
Scored a ticket to the big game
"Ya should of seen the view It's like I was a VIP
And I swear I saw your mom
Alive and beautiful I fell into her arms
Son, I swear I saw your mom
She was so beautiful I fell into her arms"
He always asks me for the day
And tells me to get him out of this god forsaken place
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5. |
GDT
04:30
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The pinata hanging in his line of sight
With a blindfold only partially covering eyes
Scrawny bastard with a shovel stick in hand
Felt the air of doubt all swirling around him
Cause he never won a god damn thing
No he never won a god damn thing
Grit his teeth and take a swing
Bash a hole into the paper mache
She took a dive in
Little hands so frantically
Reaching for what seemed like treasure to a kid
Still half-blinded
He hit the ground and didn't see
She broke his fall and wound up tangled underneath
And she never got a god damn thing
No she never got a god damn thing
Just tears and dirt covering her face and the affirmation that chivalry was dead
And with the crying
He thought to himself "god damn I fuck up everything"
And with the crying
It was a short lived victory
He turned to her and said
I'll give everything to you
I'll give everything to you
Everything I got on me
That rained down from the paper mache
That hailed down from the paper mache
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6. |
Pretty Slogans
03:23
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Sweet sweet sweet isolation
Keep that soul inside a pistol locked away
Same old same unmoving notions
Keep that hope inside devised reality
Redefine it in a haste to pull a lever
Justifying all the promises that never see the day
Paint those fears away in familiar colors
Toe the line Oh keep those lies at bay
Absolutes in tunnel vision
Scan the black and white and gloss over the gray
Eat that volume
Nod and listen
The petty slogans slowly burn into a brain
Redefine it in a haste to pull a lever
Justifying all the promises that never see the day
Paint those fears away in a familiar colors
Toe the line Oh keep those lies at bay
Go on and toe the line and keep those lies at bay
Just toe the line and keep those lies at bay
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Old Whirlwind
02:46
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A bit outside it in the cold I see the way
That the blue light rests so easy on their faces
And the warm kind of way they push the tables into place
Just to revel in each other's company
Just to revel in each other's company
A swell of voices and of laughter congregate
Sends a rush through these old tired worn out veins
Have one more then on my way
Because I have a tendency
Just to sit here till I can't recall my name
As I fall into the memory of the days
As I fall into the memory of the days
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Jeff Brawer Tampa, Florida
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