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springtime
03:01
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It was springtime not so long ago
When I was eleven
I rode my bike across the street
I played in sewers pipes and power lines
and train tracks every week
I didn’t know what it meant to be a burden
I didn’t know how to get to New York
I flattened pennies and bud light caps
And wrote bad words
With my finger
In the dirt
It was spring not that long ago
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sad in october
03:28
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I’m thinking of a single line
On a little plastic test
And sitting on the bathroom floor alone
And I can’t begin
To explain the state I’m in
Even though it’s been years and that’s all over
I’m allowed to be sad in October
The wind is blowing gentle cuts
and the leaves are spinning around
A fire is burning somewhere close
And I wish that I
Could relax and just get high
But right now it’s seems safer when I’m sober
I’m allowed to be sad in October
I don’t begrudge the Apple picking
Pictures that you post
And I’m happier than you might think
When you dress up as a ghost
I see your pumpkin spice
And your flannel scarf looks nice
And I’m sorry that my minds a roller coaster
But I’m allowed to be sad in October
I’m fighting with a quarter moon
I’m fighting with myself
I don’t want to fight you when I’m home
So I won’t begin
To apologize again
It’s not about the weather getting colder
I’m allowed to be sad in October
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I walked alone
For the last time down to Coolidge Park
My parents didn’t know
I threw away the note
I brought my phone
But only so The Rocketboys
Could help me change my mind
Probably not this time
I’m sorry I left the TV on
The streetlight is out
But the half moon is enough
to get me Past the fence
There’s a river back there
Where I can sit and wonder
The casualties of water
And being someone’s daughter
In the night
The cold rush of reality
Carbonated magic
It’s hard to break the habit
But In my mind
There’s a never ending tapestry
Of angry silhouettes
And colorful regrets
And there’s a hole there
And sometimes it’s a little one
But right now it’s so big
I feel it in my head
And I feel it in my legs
And I feel it in my bed
Awake at 2 AM
With the monsters on the internet
I’m running through my options and I don’t like
What I’m up against
The fear of missing out
Is a feeling that I never ever get
And I cannot fight the weight
The lottery of tragedy
The violence of poetry
And the pictures on my wall
Are supposed to be a safety net
From where I’m headed now
But my little brothers video
Is keeping me afloat
I hope he knows the depth
Of simplicity and curtain rods
And knowing that I am not lost
So I walk alone
Back to where I started from
Where no one is the wiser
I think I made the right call
Tomorrow I will tell someone
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canadian club
03:41
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mistakes were made
a drink was thrown
i wish i'd known
i wish i'd known
sticky and sweet
these shards of glass
the stain won't last
someday we'll laugh
canadian club
and cherry coke
ran down the wall
only an hour ago
everything will be better in the morning so please put down the car keys i will fix you a drink.
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missionary street
03:25
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I woke up in the Missionary Street Motel with a broken heart
And I didn’t leave my bed at all that day
Yeah, I woke up with a fat black eye and a suitcase torn apart
And I realized all my youth had gone away
No I’m not young anymore
Oh no, no, no
I’m not young anymore
I cut my teeth on a couple undercover brunettes on a southbound train
They helped me kick my confidence to hell
And all my money, honey, all my gold fell outta my life like rain
And I had to tip my cap and wish them well
No I’m not rich anymore
Oh no, no, no
I’m not rich anymore
And everyone I know—— says I should know better
And everywhere I go——-there’s a broken vending machine
And when I leave a state ——-it ain’t about the weather
But I wish it was, and not an old pipe dream
A big moon’s hangin’ like a blinkin’ yellow light over Missionary Street tonight
And I’m trying like a beast to not turn around
But every time I close my eyes I’m running from another fight
And is that so much worse than just layin’ down
Well I’m not down anymore
oh no no no
I'm not down anymore
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Look in the rearview mirror
See what he can't
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7. |
powderfinger
03:34
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happy in november
02:06
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Drinking beer at 11 o’clock
On a Saturday afternoon
I tell myself that it’s ok
cuz it’s a pomegranate sour
November 7th and it’s 72 degrees
Right now I swear to god
Barefoot on my driveway and I’m feeling just fine
Donny’s crying in a mansion somewhere
And I don’t fucking care
Uncle Joe's got his finger in his nose
But they say he won’t leave it there
My sons eating apples near a fire pit
His feet are a mess and I’m feeling real blessed
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how hard i tried
02:40
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I’m not gonna live forever
Nobody is
It’s a thought that keeps returning
When I’m picking up my kids
It lingers in these ashtrays
It hides behind my ribs
When I’m stuck in Colorado
Trading melodies for tips
But when I look you in the eye
I hope you know how hard I tried
There’s a song I’m always singing
And you know which one I mean
It has carried us a long way down
The mountain to the stream
It’s buried in the backyard
But it pops out now and then
And I love to catch you humming
Even though you’re not a fan
I am picturing a hundred years
And I’m figuring what sticks
Is a song born in this living room
And never really quits
And when I look you in the eye
I hope you know how hard I tried
I hope you go before me
And I hope you take this song
As me saying I’m the luckiest
To have loved you for so long
My anxiety will burn out
So will my mind
But my love for you is forever
And when I look you in the eye
I hope you know how hard I tried
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I don’t know what to do right now, I’m in quite a bind
I thought I married the girl of my dreams, but maybe I was blind
I really love her a whole lot, even more than the air I breath
But she doesn’t like Stephen King, so I think I have to leave
She started off with The Shining - I thought she’d like the plot
But she must have told me 217 times that she did not
So I handed her the Talisman, I planned to follow it with Black house
But she never read the Talisman - Not right here, Not right now
She even hated the gunslinger - and the drawing of the three
When I got mad, she just said “Go then, there are other books than these”
Salems Lot didn’t do it, She said the characters sucked
I tried to make her read Geralds Game but she told me that her hands were cuffed
I even tried to get sneaky - I read her It while she was asleep
But she woke up every 27 pages saying STOP - beep beep
I’d sing the the Song of Susannah - If it would give this relationship hope
But my wife doesn’t like Stephen King - So I guess she’s got to go
I hope I’m not being shallow - I hope our kids understand
But I think they’ll be on my side when they hear their mother hated The Stand
It’s been a really good marriage - Except for this one thing
I thought there’d be a revival - But instead it’s just misery
The last straw came- just after sunset - When I caught her checking out Dean Koontz
Yeah, my wife doesn’t like Stephen King - So I guess I have to cut her loose
It’s been a real fine 19 years - but I think I’ve got to give her the boot
Who am I kidding when she hears this song She’s gonna send me to the institute
yeah I’ll be working on the skeleton crew
yeah I’ll be just another walking’ dude
Ok no more King references now, this song is through
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Luke Condon Fitchburg, Massachusetts
I make car parts for the american working ham, because that's what I am, and that's who I care about.
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