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Nomad
03:55
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I've never had a home, someplace to call my own.
I'm a traveling nomad, a goddamn suitcase pariah.
I've never laid my head, on a childhood familiar bed.
I'm a fucking orphan, unwanted by the complacent messiahs.
And even if I wanted to change, things always end up this way.
I'm on the outside of myself. Looking in.
At a dusty shelf. Of a house.
I used to live in. No one seems to be home.
On the inside my childhood's fading. Away.
Reality's gaining. On me.
So i'll just wait here. Until I come back home.
Torn out of my two hands. Rug ripped from where I stand.
But I'll keep on moving, keep up with the road that's laid before me.
I'll keep on counting lines. Been on this highway a thousand times.
But it’s all I know, the pavement brings nostalgic comfortability.
And even if I wanted to change, things always end up this way.
I'm on the outside of myself. Looking in.
At a dusty shelf. Of a house.
I used to live in. No one seems to be home.
On the inside my childhood's fading. Away.
Reality's gaining. On me.
So i'll just wait here. Until I come back home.
I heard the home team won the game last night,
it was televised on the local station.
And I couldn't care less.
The championship game will be played on Sunday night,
it will be broadcasted across the nation.
And I couldn't care less.
I’ve never had a home, someplace to call my home. I am the nomad.
And I couldn’t care less.
I’ve never laid my head, on a childhood familiar bed. I am the nomad.
And I couldn't care less.
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I wanna sing, I wanna dance, I wanna clap my hands.
I wanna fuck, I wanna fight, let’s do it all tonight.
I wanna scream, I wanna shout, I wanna get drunk and loud.
I wanna be someone else, I wanna be someone else (tonight).
My hair is done. And my make up too.
I’m all dolled up. Just gotta find my shoes.
I’m out the door. Lemme hail a cab.
To my favorite bar. And start my tab.
I can’t count the times I’ve spent here drinking.
And I know just what the young boys will be thinking.
Sweet talk and try their best, buy their way into my dress.
And take me home tonight.
From friday at five. To monday at nine.
I live my life. Leaving all inhibitions behind.
All the girls at the office know. How I spend my days.
But these nights. These nights, belong to the lightweights!
I can’t count the times I’ve spent here drinking.
And I know just what the young boys will be thinking.
Sweet talk and try their best, buy their way into my dress.
And take me home tonight.
I wanna sing, I wanna dance, I wanna clap my hands.
I wanna fuck, I wanna fight, let’s do it all tonight.
I wanna scream, I wanna shout, I wanna get drunk and loud.
I wanna be someone else, I wanna be someone else (tonight).
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Higher Resolution
02:38
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Such a shame
Such a shame
The grave is empty there’s no one left to blame
But you just keep on searching
For a trace of a bridge you’ve burned away
Such a shame to know
Your name echoes but only where it’s hollow
There’s no one left to sing your praise but you
You spend your days in sunlight
Just to hide from the bones beneath your bed
You spend your days just trying to forget
So turn around
The joke is over now
The definition is dead
So wake up and get over it
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4. |
Midwest Summer Nights
04:07
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I remember the smell of the concrete.
After a Midwest summer nights rain.
I remember the sound of the screen door.
Slamming shut on hot humid day.
I remember the birthdays, the anniversaries, the good times.
I remember the smell of the concrete.
After a Midwest summers night rain.
Daylight shines on this neighborhood. Parallel houses shaping dreams.
Locusts come around at the scent of the summer.
Buzzing ears as we play in the streets. Bicycles line our driveways.
Yards manicured Kentucky blue.
But behind these white picket fences paint a family portrait black and blue.
Still I remember the rain.
Backwoods served as a getaway. From suburban homes falling apart.
And life is a car on the front lawn. Broken down, it'll never restart.
The scratches and bruises will heal. One by one they'll slowly fade away.
But the sound of the thunder down those halls, is burned into my memory.
Oh I can still hear the thunder.
I remember the birthdays, the anniversaries, the good times.
I remember the smell of the concrete. After a Midwest summers night rain.
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Rain In Greenville
02:47
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After the funeral. After the vault has sealed and buried.
We wait in banquet halls. Reminiscing of times spent with Mary.
And we take our time, we take our time together.
Yeah we take our time, we take our time forever.
I'm at the gate terminal. Awaiting my flight back to California.
I think of your parasol. And all those summers spent in South Carolina.
And we take our time, we take our time together.
Yeah we take our time, we take our time forever.
Oh, oh how I know, that the flowers you planted this spring will grow,
and they will bloom and thrive all thanks to the rain in……….
And oh, oh how I know, that the flowers you planted this sling will grow,
and they will bloom and thrive all thanks to the rain in Greenville.
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6. |
Mama Says
04:05
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Squatting downtown without a dime to my name,
watching cars and people pass by.
To someone like me they all look the same,
vacant faces like a deer in headlights.
I can hear their footsteps like tires to the pavement,
window-shopping every store.
Selling premium healthcare, tropical vacations,
all the things I know I will never afford.
18 years old, fresh faced and defiant, I left everything I knew
with just the clothes on my back.
With the sun on my face and the west coast calling
I was ever so confident I’d never lose track.
But the years they pass, and not much to show
but these scars and memories.
But I pick myself up, regain my composure,
keep on living day to day.
This is the price I pay, this is the path I chose now,
pull the bootstraps up to my chin.
Every worn out cliche that I've ever heard, yeah,
it's kinda hard to start,
when you don't know where to begin.
Hey mama, you always said, life's a bitch, then you die.
Hey mama, I never expected you'd be so goddamned right.
Hey mama, you always said, life's a bitch, then you die.
Hey mama, I never expected you'd be so goddamned right.
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7. |
Somehow, I Manage
04:02
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It's all falling apart. Should've known from the start.
That the glue holding this together would crack and crumble.
My friends abandoning me. Won't help dig this grave.
The dirts accumulates and no one wants to grab a shovel.
No ones gonna take this, no ones gonna take this from me. (No one)
No ones gonna take this, no ones gonna take this from me. (No one)
You can spit in my face and kick me while I'm down.
But I'll struggle to my feet on this unsteady ground, just watch me.
No ones gonna take this, no ones gonna take this from me.
I retrace my footsteps. Down beaten paths of regrets.
These weathered soles are hanging on to their last thread.
And now it's easy to see. Who's really with or against me!
You can pry this from me when I'm cold and dead.
No ones gonna take this, no ones gonna take this from me. (No one)
No ones gonna take this, no ones gonna take this from me. (No one)
You can spit in my face and kick me while I'm down. But I'll struggle to feet on this unsteady ground, just watch me.
No ones gonna take this, no ones gonna take this from me.
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Only the lonely know what it's like.
Running on empty blinded by the light.
I want to break free of the chain.
How soon is now?
I wanna leave today.
Only the lonely know what it's like.
Running on empty blinded by the light.
I want to break free of the chain.
How soon is now?
I wanna leave today.
I skip town like a refugee.
A man of constant sorrow running down a dream.
A hungry heart I was born to run.
So long, So long it was good to know yuh!
Oh you know, this machine kills sadness, this machine kills sadness.
Oh you know, this machine kills sadness, this machine kills........
Hard travelin goin down the road.
No pastures of plenty no diamond soles.
Night moves I'm up against the wind.
The crossroads are just around the bend.
Hey tonight, I'm leaving on a jet plane.
To somewhere they can't find me.
And I'm never going back again.
Carry on, carry on!
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Oh you know, this machine kills sadness, this machine kills sadness.
Oh you know, this machine kills sadness, this machine kills........
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9. |
Ugly For Nostalgia
03:16
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It’s kinda hard to call you my friend,
when you stab me in the back again.
I feel. Ripped off. And cheated. Broken down. Defeated.
It’s getting easier every day.
To understand why I walked away. I know.
The distance. Is healing. Intentions. Revealing.
So put your money where your mouth is.
You're writing checks all over this town.
And the cloud of personal debt is approaching.
We’re all waiting for the breakdown,
So put your money where your mouth is.
No one’s surprised your luck is running out.
And your apologies, too little too late, decomposing.
We’re all waiting for the breakdown!
So where do we go from here.
The miles between us drive away the years. I won’t.
Ask for. Directions. No reunion. Intersections.
If our paths cross and we meet again.
Let’s chalk it up to coincidence. And just.
Continue. On our own way. And forget. The old days.
So put your money where your mouth is.
You're writing checks all over this town.
And the cloud of personal debt is approaching.
We’re all waiting for the breakdown,
So put your money where your mouth is.
No one’s surprised your luck is running out.
And your apologies, too little too late, decomposing.
We’re all waiting for the breakdown!
We’re all waiting for the breakdown.......
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10. |
Lackluster
03:56
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I’ve opened up to strangers.
I’ve told the whole goddamned truth.
To those I’ll never see again.
And I find comfort in.
Someone out there knows me better than I’ll ever know myself.
And I’m comfortable with that.
I spent my entire fucking life, worrying what other people thought of me.
I put their opinions up on a pedestal.
And the chainsaw cuts my feet, rusted gears wearing down the teeth. Exposing my bones and my true lackluster potential.
But the burden of these city lights will serve as a reminder.
Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh!
Yeah the burden of these city lights will serve as a reminder.
Oh I’m wasting, I’m wasting away.
Choking on self-apathy.
Oh I’m wasting, I’m wasting away.
A fucking joke, I’m a parody.
Oh I’m wasted, I’m wasted today.
These nights are my therapy.
And these songs won’t save the world but they’ll save me.
I’ve driven one hundred thousand miles,
circling this god-forsaken neighborhood.
One day I swear I’m gonna get out of here.
But the anchor begins to rust. Self-made promises turn to dust.
And the days they turn to weeks, to months, to years.
Because you can’t put a price on the head of man who is dying.
No you can’t put a price on the head of a man who is dying.
Oh I’m wasting, I’m wasting away.
Choking on self-apathy.
Oh I’m wasting, I’m wasting away.
A fucking joke, I’m a parody.
Oh I’m wasted, I’m wasted today.
These nights are my therapy.
And these songs won’t save the world but they’ll save me.
I'll live and die, I'll live and die. I'll live and die where I reside.
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