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Wholly Weak
05:15
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‘Round holy week I get feeling so weak
and I carry my cross round here
It’s not cus of faith but because of the fear of
Dying with no place to go
The people upstairs keep sliding their chairs
And screaming all through the night
They say, “Caitlin, don’t you dare”
And, “mommy, I’m not scared of you anymore”
How bad would it be if the city swallowed me
And never spat me out
The cans won’t connect and the phones won’t collect
So I’ll write you every once and awhile
I swear by my grave you get only what you gave
But you’ve only given in
My wallet’s inside out and my bones are all about
Please just take what you need
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Home Improvement
03:37
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By this time tomorrow it won’t be on the news.
You’ll barely even notice cus’ these blows don’t leave a bruise.
There’s a war inside, don’t try to hide it, but it’s not like you got shot.
Just keep on trudgin’ forward when trudgin’s all you got.
The population’s messy without a second thought.
It’s easy to keep ignorant when you know you won’t be caught.
No excuse, so lose your noose. There’s no one gotta pay.
Toss your scale aside; there’s nothing for you to weigh.
If there’s a prize for being idle you’d win the golden calf.
You’re as fickle as a godhead but at least you made ‘em laugh.
Just answer more, unlock your door, let the spirit in.
Cus if it’s good enough to drink ‘em, it’s good enough for sin.
Like a kid fighting with giants
I refuse to be compliant.
When my stone is flung I’ll cry,
“Fe, Fi, Fo—fuck it, I’m done.”
Room for improvement, I got a house full.
I keep looking in my wallet for my ID and change
But it came out in the wash, now my white clothes are stained.
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Falling Off the Earth
05:18
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There won’t be a reconnection
If I never keep in touch
Even when you’re next to me
The gap’s a little much
It’s easy when we’re talking
To read the other’s face
So we mostly keep to typing
Where there’s a button just for space
In world where we get wounded
You’re the empathizing balm
In a world filled up with fists
You are the only open palm
But who the hell could blame you
For questioning your worth
When I have this awful habit
Of falling off the earth
I’m not the best at keeping up
But you can always pass your cup
The guilt I feel is ruthless
Even when I’ve done no wrong
I can’t help but imagine
What it’d be like moving on
Would you be ok with your end?
Would I be ok with mine?
I think in the end I’d realize,
I didn’t put in enough time.
I hope you disregard the distance
And keep my company in your consciousness
I keep my phone next to my bed
With a tone so loud it could wake the dead
So I won’t ever miss it if you need me at night.
I’m not the best at keeping up
But you can always pass your cup
(It isn’t over just yet
More a promise than a threat)
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Glory
03:56
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Today was a wreck
Rode our blood-ridden heads
Talking head said “nothing to fear”
“Terror, oh, is not welcome here”
Platitudes are cycling through
The walls and feeds, like rampant weeds
Peripheral (hits) is not invisible (blitz)
No more (quits)
No more
But here’s a fun fact: we’re not having any,
No time to get emotional.
If there’s no doubt, we’ve got doubts a-plenty
Oh glory to the rational
It’s time we make it national.
Here’s a fun fact: we’re not having any
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Hallelujah, I'm a Bum
01:59
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Oh why don’t you work like other kids do?
How the hell can I work when there’s no work to do
Hallelujah, I’m a bum
Hallelujah, bum again
Hallelujah, give us a handout to revive us again
I went to a house and I knocked on the door
The man inside told me its my fault I’m poor
The roof’s leaking now, but let the rain in
Don’t have to pay mortgage to live in my skin
So what is your plan, what will you do next
How much of your blood will you use to write checks?
You give us the land and expect a new start
You hand us the reigns while you jump off the cart
Oh why don’t you work like other kids do
How the hell can I work when the sky is so blue?
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Replacement Leaves
04:28
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We just found out and I’m caught off guard.
Please tell me how things got so hard.
Where did you go and how did it feel?
Please tell me, “No, this isn’t real.”
Your mother cried and your friends were scared
When you up and died, we’re unprepared.
So much for peace and so much for quiet,
There is no ease when your heart’s a riot.
We grow from the lives we lead
And with yours you left a seed.
Now there are trees with replacement leaves
That glow with your memory.
Cus’ we can’t always remember
And we can’t always feel tender.
But you’re a note in every song
And the beat
On the humdrum days that you’re gone.
When did we get the age
When people we know are put in the past tense?
When did we get the age
Where we fill our bags with such heavy content?
When did we get the age
When shit like this could possibly happen?
When did we get the age
When these kinds of questions gain some traction?
I heard a rumor through the wall
Your heart didn’t stop, it stalled.
You went from walk to crawl
The readiness is all.
We can’t always be ready
We can’t always feel steady
But you’re a note in every song
And the beat
On the humdrum days that you’re gone.
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7. |
Voiceoverture
02:00
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8. |
Children and Fools
05:24
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I’ve got no walls just wrecking balls to make this building stand,
Structural analysis on how to fuck your plans.
There’s kids with hearts like throwing darts which pin right to the core,
Pumping honest blood and, man, all they want is more.
I think we got a few more in us if you follow me.
Well, I think we got a few more in us if you take the lead.
We’ll break it into pieces, count ‘em: 1 and 2 and 3.
Work with what we’re given from breeze to breath to breathe.
Where have all my fingers gone? Unaccounted for from tips to palm.
Cus’ it’s getting harder to hold on to the way you weave your whims.
Like a traffic light without it’s lens, no red, yellow, or green.
Just white light lies, impatient sighs that hold no authority.
But I think you got a few more in ya
I hope you have a few more in ya
You need to have a few more in ya if you’re ever gonna breathe.
I’ve got nothing to hide.
My heart is wide but your tongue is tied.
The day of the hanging will be a surprise
and if you are lucky you will see the tip of ice.
My god, I think about everything all the time.
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9. |
Ten Bucks Says
03:36
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If I had a set of rules set apart from the public schools,
different from the state laws and the comfort zones of the bourgeois, well I’d
build a house inside my sleep big enough for my soul to keep.
Don’t bury me for habit’s sake if I die before I wake.
’Cus insanity’s an awful name for the mind to big to frame
and sensual reality may be just formality
but conversation from day to day doesn’t even start to say
all the hints you need to hear and all the ends you’ve always feared.
What if it was them, not me, who missed the point entirely?
Like time is not a straight-edged line counted up from none to nine(nein).
Waste it on such hollow words just to feel like I’ve been heard.
I think it’s getting pretty hard keeping up with who we
(are you listening) to the sense of what I’m saying?
(can you hear a thing) past the attention you’re not paying?
(ten bucks says) you don’t remember my name
and I’ll take that bet.
(I don’t get why) you’re not never sleeping
(and I don’t get by) without my worry leaking.
(Ten bucks says) there’s more to what you’re seeing
and I’ll take that bet.
Can you count your friends
on a single hand?
Can you count on them
to make more than they spend?
I can count my friends
on a single hand.
I can count on them
to pay back what I lend them.
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10. |
Crow
03:02
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Let the pressure cook you down
cus we drink enough to drown
and they damn what we do.
At least our lies tell the truth.
And when they caw we’ll crow.
Now I’ve gone far too deep
to sit still in my seat.
So give me a game to play
and tell me that you’ll always stay.
And when I caw you’ll crow.
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11. |
War Stories
04:47
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Your hair is red is enough to paint o’er my town.
And my verbs are vague enough without their proper noun.
So join me on the floor please, forget my war stories.
That just might take you till the morning.
Ya, that might take you all night
to forget how I fight
to forget how they died.
I took long enough to forget where I parked.
And your hair is black enough to distract me from the dark.
You start light revolutions and dance by pollution.
That just might get us till the morning.
Ya, that might take us all night.
To teach flame how to fight.
To pull the rope you threw tight.
To give my hand that sleight.
To make the dance you learned bright.
To scare the ghosts we have white.
To watch our bodies ignite.
To make a left turn from right.
To give the blind man his sight.
Ya, that’ll take us all night.
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I used to live here but that was a long time ago
In the red brick house painted white on Forrest Road
With the neighbors in the next room
and the frog pond right next door
I’d show you my old home but I don’t live here anymore
I used to live here when I had just arrived
The one with the ivy on top of Driscoll Drive
With the tall wall where I fell
and the neighbors are born again
I’d show you my old home but that time came to an end
Heaven don’t know I’m alive
Seven homes in that 365
I’ve been down but I’m coming around
It takes some time
I used to live here in these two shoreline towns
The one with the river the Thames goes and meets the sound
Daydreams of leaving may constantly catch your eye
But I’ve seen the city and God does it scrape the sky
Heaven don’t know I’m alive
Seven homes in that 365
I’ve been down but I’m coming around
It takes some time
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14. |
City Fathers
02:07
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City fathers have
city daughters who
know better than to kiss a fool like you
City daughters have
City quarters that
Are only meant to be spent on food
Shoot the breeze, if you insist
But it’s guaranteed you’ll miss
Fold my face, the creases show
And as I sink the city grows
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15. |
The Friendly Ghost New London, Connecticut
Hauntin' since '09
Victor Chiburis
Joe Attwater
Hannah Schenk
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