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There's a long list of words is say to you right now
if I knew my way back was certain
Because these wolves pull the plow till my skin for a shroud of something to recall my person
And I saw your face remarkable I know but for now ill shy from the surface.
Until I was the guard of your crab vodka 4 years after it all
And you danced and whistled whispered I miss you but never will I will call.
And I said who cares I will take you
I will imagine you as they do
and wear this robe on my snow curled spine and recline a top a courted shrine
and rest my arm on the arm and wait for thine
and kiss you and kiss you oh the idealist is high
Yeah the idealist is high
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In a spacious living room, with, with throw rugs, flapping tongues, I oughta run, but I won't
Because ever since the womb, I've been full of blood the rising son into nothing I can control.
A second story soul with a taken bride she's buzzing ivory and doesn't understand why I'd be playing here alone
What are you strumming can play me one next?
And I'll just shake my head, I'll bite the lead ill use the cliches I've often read oh it's all you'll ever get
And I'll text you in the morning or the evenin waiting for shake
With cassadaga on the speakers when we all like the same things.
And we pull up on bars our glasses malt foam we pull up to cars our glasses tint glow. It was the summer of ray bans the summer of bare feet the summer of take stance a celibacy.
Or at least that's what we said but ill text these girls instead
I'm such a fucking liar
I'm such a fucking liar.
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I died on that last train, made out like a bandit, Nothing left to gain and my right hand is damaged.
He don't come around no more, accused me long ago of settling the score.
She earns as a bar keep, and tends to the name. A delicate patch of letters to wage and a fame so slight never reached past these walls but the call for my heart was that of a wild beast. Coming to tear me limb from limb, leave every bit nip the bread crumbs I left on a whim.
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Stone benches under yellow light a full moon like a dead white light and I'm just a shadow, laid fallow and await...
I'm just a man but lately I've been nothing more than words. A couple notes scour chords and a chorus I've come to abhor.
Elusive I bask in the shadows fallow 'neath cattle I lay in the reigns hollow. The hay feels so cool for a reclusive old fool use a candle and spool to stitch up a wound.
Or lay in a pool made of my own fluids and summon a jewel that beats for these ruins. I've come up for air, more than I've let on. But I don't look for a way out to run.
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Wilted, until I welt the skin.
Broken on the legs of us kids
And it developed there
On the edge of four legs
That couldn't prance
But left me to beg
From the driveway of gravel
To a nature stricken face
For a friend and his gavel
For an honest days wage
And when she declined
Her torso hung from the window
I said give me a try
And she shook her head for days
You know It's all the same
She said you know it's all the same
How it twinkles off the fairway
And the tiers of years
just tear and smear
we're all cast to swim in fear
but not you.
And not I.
And I dig my digits into a ball or two to find the man that I once knew
The one that bombed his bike down that tumbling hill
After she said it's over
how cliche.
How cliche
Ill say some more.
Like I wear my armor on my casket. The one you like
And I've seen the road but so far I'm past it
you think irony
while I'm laughing.
I think you're great.
But just A tad bit.
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Id rather be, I'd rather be
Face down in a meadow with twine around my wrists, and the lips of a sonnet keeps stirring up those fits.
I'd rather be, I'd rather be
Drunk and leant on the shoulder of a highway. Her voice a buzzing heat wave, and she keeps saying she's sorry.
I'd rather be, I'd rather be.
Two flights too stoned with a brunette and a globe. And she keeps pointing out places and I keep shifting the axel.
Id rather be, I'd rather be
Twenty years ago watching Thomas the train, my mother had to work though my dad got paid.
I'd rather be, I'd rather be
In a dream escaping this sea of fish and leaves and half filled forties.
I'd rather be, I'd rather be
Jaw shattered, blood spilled, I lost my footing and this stair case my will.
Id rather be, I'd rather be.
Dead.
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released September 30, 2014
