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A Good Sky for a Funeral
04:31
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I drove back on the 25th, Oh that “most wonderful” time of the year
And slept under a crucifix, just hanging on after all these years
Nothing's changed but the furniture and the way she wears her hair
The streets aren't lined for my parade, as if I would even care.
It was the era of 1860 Penrose St.
Where you and I spent most all our history
A painting hangs of all us 3 under the front yard tree
We looked like a family in the 90's
Sometimes you wonder why I ever left this place
Maybe I was just wild, wasted, and young
And after a night of it's warm embrace
I don't find it hard to say, "Take me the fuck home"
Now I'm too big for your shoulders, they used to make me feel so tall
It's from that perspective, that made me see that this town’s so small
My old friends are much older now, they buy their crib and coffin from the same place
But they've all found a way to keep satisfied, and safe
Down to the bars that spill out of Center St.
Across the river till the bar close on East
Spent the night spilling our guts, the morning after throwing them up
We were so much younger at 18
Sometimes you wonder why I ever left this place
Maybe I was just wild, wasted, and young
And after a night of it's warm embrace
I don't find it hard to say, "Take me the fuck home"
This city is self-obsessed, we’re both unlike my father in that way
He says, "Each day is a heaven sent." but these catholic schools scared me straight
You just keep counting your rosary, let cancer keep count of the score
I've got all this sadness but I don't know who it's for
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2. |
Wrecked
03:04
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I'm going 90 on a 25, I don't really care if I live or die
That is, if I ever was alive, cause everything's unraveling to be a lie
I can see myself from the outside, my father's hair with my mother's pride
It's my private public suicide, I passed Saint John's, a cop, and a stop sign
The murder weapon, made in 88, came to me with leather seats and a mix tape
The rust is covered up in black paint, and now it's all going up in flames
The crash threw me through the window pane, I feel saved in the worst way
Face down in the oncoming lane, and the ground begins to slip away
"Are you happy?"
"Are you happy?"
"Are you happy?"
"Are you happy?"
(Are you asking me?)
"Are you happy?"
(Are you asking me?)
"Are you happy?"
(Are you asking me?)
"Are you happy?"
(Are you asking me?)
"Are you happy?"
Oh no not me.
Said Elizabeth his to be wife, "I stick to him every single night
I sit there, at his bedside, begging the doctors to treat him right
I don't know what's love and what is spite, the siren's song left me petrified
Dodge street is stained in his blood type, the image is stained in my eyes
Who is this man? I used to know him well, he'd never do this to himself
Do you remember that old wishing well, on eagle point right up the hill
The quarter dropped and on one knee you fell, I held you close and the world stood still
Now his body is his private cell, and this world's become my private hell
"Are you happy?"
"Are you happy?"
"Are you happy?"
"Are you happy?"
(Are you asking me?)
"Are you happy?"
(Are you asking me?)
"Are you happy?"
(Are you asking me?)
"Are you happy?"
(Are you asking me?)
"Are you happy?"
Oh no not me.
Oh no not me.
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Riches and Co.
04:31
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Everyone I know works for Riches & Co.
My tongue is on fire, because our hearts run on coal
They say you gotta find some money, you gotta find a wife
Driving down that starlit highway, and cross off the lines
Cause the childhood constellations seem to fade over the years
Even if you saw the light the star has probably disappeared
And all the modern day pioneers will die in their sleep!
Last year I lost my father, he said, "Bury me face down,
If I can't see the sky I want a good look at the ground"
Still he saw the bright side in the tunnels of his death
Took only what he needed down to his final breaths---
While one hand holds our dreams, the other holds our fears
And the clock will keep ticking on and on throughout the years
Yourself at 17 can't believe what they see!
How many of us have died, without having ever lived
How many of us raising children, while we ourselves are still kids
You've got a lot of money, but it can't buy you no more time
Are you waiting for something? Am I losing my mind
I can't live like this, No, I'm not satisfied.
And I don't want this anymore
I tore down the curtains, let the story unfold
Get something out of life before you're just getting old
The glory goes to martyrs like the ink onto the page
Another tale is written, as the old just fades away
The tire hung on the tree mimics the pendulums swing
If Time’s so innocent why’d it take everything from me
Took 28 long years to finally feel free
How many of us have died, without having ever lived
How many of us raising children, while we ourselves are still kids
You've got a lot of money, but it can't buy you no more time
Are you waiting for something? Am I losing my mind
I can't live like this, No, I'm not satisfied.
And I don't want this anymore
The flames grow higher as we feed it with lies
Every excuse, Every bad alibi
Like believing in fate, or the choice to decide
It’s just whatever you need to say to help you sleep at night
And I don’t want this, anymore
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4. |
The Good Intentions
04:22
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She said, "I loved you once, and I still could now, If you can say the same to me!"
He said, "You know I did, and I still do now, but it’s not who I used to be.
Our love is changing, it's not perfect, I know that, but it's all that I've got."
She asked, "Is it worth saving?"
Held to no response.
Cause you'll break my heart by the end of the night
You'd do it sooner but you can't find the knife
Cuz it’s been in my back this whole damn time, I bet. Yeah.
Cuz when a heart break, it don't split even
It falls apart like grains of sand
And I've been drifted out, 12 miles from the coast
My hands and feet are tied to the weight of your ghost
I kick and struggle. I can't reach the surface.
Loneliness spiked with Jameson,
This bottles half empty now, and it's just getting worse
There’s no ship, no message, and no her
He said, "I can't love if I can't live!" She said, "Well I won't stay if you can't give.
You hold everything I am, I am the blood that spills over your hands.
I just don't know you anymore, you tried to kill yourself, remember when you tried to kill yourself?!"
And his head down to the floor… as she walked out.
Cause you'll break my heart by the end of the night
You'd do it sooner but you can't find the knife
Cuz it’s been in my back this whole damn time, I bet. Yeah.
When the heart break, it don't split even
It falls apart like grains of sand
And I've been drifted out, 12 miles from the coast
My hands and feet are tied to the weight of your ghost
I kick and struggle but I can't reach the surface
Loneliness spiked with Jameson
This bottle’s half empty now, and it's just getting worse
There’s no ship, no message, just her
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5. |
Asphalt Heart
03:04
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She hates the smell of nicotine, but on him, it made her knees go weak
So she would light em' up like incense, going through three packs a week
But there's no smoking in this city tonight!
She scoured the drawers but she can't find a light
The stove was electric, her matches were wet,
She took the car because the burner lit! Took the car cause the burner lit!
She use to look up at the stars, and see them for what they are
Now it just a big black mask with holes to patch, like a jack to an asphalt heart
He’d light a cig and whisper in her ear, “I love you.” He used to say that out loud
Well, he used to do a lot of things, but he’s even trying to quit smoking now
But Shit! She left her pack back in the jacket next to the sink!
And she can’t go back now, O, what would he think?
All the stations were closed, she pulled over in a desperate need
Alas! She found a short under the driver seat! She found a short under the driver seat!
She use to look up at the stars, and see them for what they are
Now it just a big black mask with holes to patch, like a jack to an asphalt heart
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6. |
The Dismal View
04:01
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I took the backstreet, the lighting fit, it's calm down in the gutters
A fading silhouette, and all the common sense, says this is no place for lovers
I am the violent mutt, whose vocal cords are cut, and yells out in silence
This is the stabbing wound, the match that lit the fumes, this is the pain that you die with
The blood fills my mouth, spills through my teeth
Down for the count, dead center in the ring
Can someone tell me my name, I'll believe anything
I'll believe anything
Kept to the backstreets, the lighting fit, looked for myself in the puddles
Ashed my cigarette, took a couple steps, and wiped the blood from my knuckles
I heard an ambulance, it sounded like romance, calling out for a rescue
This is the crucible, this is the pitfall, I'd keep the pain if it kept you
My legs feel weak and my knees give in
My eyes roll back, the sweat breaks on my skin
Can someone tell me my name, I'll believe anything
I'll believe anything
I searched the alleyways, in the cover of night
And found an apathy, that cut through the wind like a knife
I took the fire escape, I heard the rooftops calling out my name.
It's not the fear of heights that kills me…
I see the backstreets, the lighting fits, most things are lost in the shadows
I see apartment suites, and it leaves me longing for a time when I had hope
I see her every where, she's even in the air, she's in my lungs, she's my sickness
This is my fatal flaw, this is the pitfall, but I'm the only witness
My head feels light, my balance is off
I'm losing my sight, there's a break in my jaw
Can someone tell me my name, I'll believe anything
I'll believe anything
I searched the alleyways, in the cover of night
And found a silent apathy, in the wind like a knife
I took the fire escape, I heard the rooftops calling
It's not the fear of heights that kills me, It's the fear of falling
Down, I feel like I'm falling, down.
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I found myself at 4 am, down at the Hidden Cove
Me and my new best friends Jim, Jack, Phil, and every kind of coke
The waitress is blurred, but that just made two of her in my eyes so I had no trouble getting served
Everyone here's the same they’re just wearing different clothes
The smokers out front talk like the bathroom floor, if it had just a little more piss
And the rooms in back reek of vomit, and girls with loose lipstick
The film on your glass, with these low lights, baby you better believe it develops all too fast
But those Kodak worries seem to fade with every sip
I still love you, and that's the worst part
I'm just thinking of you and it's breaking my heart
The open sign in the window is more of an instruction than an invite
Yeah, we all know Hell is where we're headed but we've got the sweet sound of heaven on our minds tonight
The karaoke choirs are filled with raw talent, and these vestibule pews are all off balance
But this is our chapel where bar tabs get bigger than Christ
I met a high priest who lived in the corner he says, "Go ahead and call me Shaky Steve! Everyone else around these parts does."
He said, "I had big dreams man, I was gonna hang out with the stars and drive those stretched out limousines
I'm not pushing my luck, cause I learned a long, long time ago that push comes to shove
And they can all shove it up their asses as far as I care, you get what I’m sayin?"
And yeah, I caught his drift.
I still love you, and that's the worst part
I'm just thinking of you and it's breaking my heart
I got a problem, I need another drink
I got a problem, I need another drink
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My father was an idiot, my mother was a whore
But I learned nice and early, there ain’t no god, but there’s a score
See there’s a cavalcade to life, so who do you wanna be?
Lose your mind like Ruby, or your head like Kennedy
I’ve always loved the spotlight, it felt like a prison break
I’m a song with no real chorus, where the fourth wall gives and takes
So what’s with all the sorrow, if it’s gone, it’s dead to me
Put your money where your mouth is, kid, who do you wanna be?
We can form riots, let’s start a flood.
Let’s sell insurance and protection, lets sell stolen goods for drugs
If that don’t work well then we’ll just be the best of pals! Go on a grand ol’ adventure!
As he spit upon the hand he shook, I shared with him a dirty look
I’m outcast, and caught on his hook, I trust in “Shakey” Steven Brooks!
I know a man without a shadow, I know a woman in a lake
I’ve spoke with lots of people but can’t recall their real names
And I don’t have no secret key, tell me what you wanna do
I’m 10 years your senior, and only half as drunk as you
I’ll call in the artillery, another round of shots!
Don’t just stop to think about it, take it on the rocks
I got a theory on the subject, this abysmal thing called life
Do whatever you want, baby! And don’t worry about the price!
Let’s start a band, let’s go on tour
We’ll sell merch for too much money, have women crave for an encore
If that don’t work out, I’m not stressed, let’s go back to your place,
Because my roof is just a tent
But i’ve got drugs, You can buy us some booze
If all fails we’ll get fucked up, we’ve got nothing else to lose
If no one knows your name, then what's the point, just go ahead and die already!
And every single line I took, I bought it cause he wrote the book
On honest men and dirty crooks, and how to take a second look
How easily they are mistook, you’re not dead till your in the soot
That bastard saint of early graves I sit amazed with “Shakey” Steven Brooks
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10. |
Interventions
05:05
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I pray for cigarettes and coffee
Just something that reminds me of myself
These walls won’t stop haunting me
They've turned over all the photos on the shelves
My eyes are heavy and burning red
I'm swollen from my eyelids, from my pride
I can't sleep, I can't lay in that bed
Pushed all of our old furniture aside
Like a mess of hollow bones
Like the structure of this home
My marrow’s been sucked dry
There’s nothing left inside
Everyone I love is on fire, I’m on the safe side of that bridge
The flames burn off like my desire, I don’t know what I wanted from this
I dream for interventions
But the chairs would all be empty, even mine
It’s all a matter of perceptions
But it’s taken me to long now to define
Like speaking with a ghost
Like boarding the windows
My skin looks just as pale
My bones just as frail
Everyone I love is on fire, I’m on the safe side of that bridge
The flames burn off like desire, I don’t know what I wanted from this
The world will go on without me
I can find my own way to the grave
I find all of this astounding
But I know that I will never be saved
Like a ghost on the scene
Like the silence from the screen
The door is off of it’s hinge
Waiting for someone to come in
Everyone I love is on fire, I’m on the safe side of that bridge
The flames burn off like desire, I don’t know what I wanted from this
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11. |
Dawnzerly Lite
03:14
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