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Gone To Glory
03:44
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He asked where we were headed. Oh, we're going to another home.
Where women lay down men, just for a climb at the throne.
And we all wear our skin, like scrapin' pennies from a fountain, To pay rent for a soul I barely even sleep in.
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2. |
The Mattress
06:03
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I dreamt you up along time ago through fantasia and dreams of a basement glow,
I dreamt you up in a book I wrote the same bark and bare branches between your shoulder bones.
And so I've come to know
That love will fade as times it's toll.
2 years later in that same old room, I watched your shadow dance,
along the cracks our teenage swoon a secret forgotten romance.
And one last dance,
the steps of a lesser man.
So we shimmied the crowd and made our rounds every man held his scowl.
To see a plain old lad trying to act bad because he's got the best around his waist.
And she'd say let's go home
I'd rather be stoned
house left alone I know the code
We could reminisce about this place.
I woke about 7 or 8 my brain split in half.
A fetal frame to your aura rays and all she did was laugh.
Or giggle I don't know which
It was beautiful from in my hell
You came to me with a glass of water to cure all my aches,
and from where she sat her place above me with a smile on her face
She made my soul awake.
And reach for her from where it stayed.
Then she leaned in kissed the corner of my lips and stood
and left me to sleep.
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3. |
But I Don't, Not Anymore
04:58
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I used to sing til my throat was
sore, but I don't not anymore,
And I used to keep a lovers core,
but I don't not anymore.
And I used to venture off and find
myself, cast away again just to sell my
wealth but I'd always come back,
to shake hands with Sam, but I
don't remember the man I am.
But through a veil of senses,
messes and lenses I become
aggressive with the things I can
address. With the things I can address.
Oh, but don't... Not anymore.
I used to have a long list of friends, tend to my wounds, called us the boys back then. When shit got difficult you know we did what was easy. The easiest part was always leaving
I love you more than life itself I
was offered life but given hell and before I die ill bid farewell.
Going once going twice, now get back in your cell.
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4. |
A Dream I Wrote Down
03:57
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I picture us in a big ol house
On a dirt road outside of town
We would be free.
And you'd rest on the porch maybe in the nude.
Or under a tree reaching for the altitude
And I'd just watch you.
Blossom like a flower in the breeze
And I'd brew coffee in the afternoon, so we could lie awake in the glow of the moon, Just like we used to
Under the floor where every driving groom takes his dried up bride for a turning screw and then there's you
A freckle littered beauty
And ill write my books in a dusty pantry on an old type writer I can
barely fit on my lap
And you'll be out in the garden tugging clouds for rain to grown the grain
And you'll be dancing
I'd leave my work to come dance with you.
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So I bundled and tied each capillary linen where a time lapse of memories pass through in sickness. And the shower head sings to me an eager rain song as she rolls down my naval hauling whats wrong
but its the same words I said "babe I'm okay" lets just sleep for the night wake in the new day. In a new year. stale beer, and an alcohol taste. Is that okay?
I've risen twenty other times, in the dawn of today. But never has it struck me to wander this way.
In a lettered old mansion I search for her tree in the dead winters barren I've brought entrance fees.
In a fit of panic, bored into my voice, in hopes to find a tool, misused by choice. And I still remember the day drew taught me how. Now I'm Molar clenched and strung out, digging my way. Oh, is there a way out?
And I've seen the gleaming beams and a halo head south. Of a young perfect beauty and her life in the drought Until I venture back because the darkness needs me. The mouth of the cave that I dug to free me.
And I'd dig it again if I really had to, you know I would.
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6. |
Latter Years
04:48
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All the latter years add up
I can hear them screaming
About all the ghosts I've once met
killed them with my demons
I don't write this old trash
to throw it in the garbage
Every poem scrawled from my heart
In shallow dark collages
Meet in some dirty saloon
On the wrong side of town
To flaunt their repeaters
And drink their booze down
Bur For now ill point out the baddest mother fucker
Peeled in with his stick shift classic gas guzzler
While Mines tied down to the post in the yard
Drinking from a troth, you can only roll so far
And, I'll roll down with shaking spurs.
I think you have my number and if not I can always count on your woman to pull me under.
Another pill in that parking lot I swear to god I'm fine.
It comes in spurts. Oh, this aggravation of mine
And trust me I know that it ain't all right
But I haven't dipped deep enough into this bag of Vic's
To listen to you whine
I fancy your feet twirls,
the chimes in your voice.
My name rings like tourist bells
across this church noise.
But when you decide to venture on,
You leave my soles alone,
I've spent too much time strolling in yours
I need my own to go.
Because if you don't, I'll wait forever,
There's so much time in all these days and the calendar doesn't seem to peel away when it's taken on your face.
When It's taken on your face.
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7. |
Cement Hotel
05:15
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I met her at midnight when the moon spit shined the streets.
And she ran up to me with that glow in her cheeks and a few words she couldn't fight away. She said
Would you take me and always forsake me
And if I ask would you please leave me be.
And I said no ma'am I don't think that I can
She said why do you think that is brother sam?
Oh 'cause I've found a home one my fathers known in his life time.
Yeah a funeral binge, my soul unhinged and babe you're the reason I walk that line.
But in the morning ill miss the sway of your hips
And ill count the days since we last spoke.
And ill listen to my heart as it moans
While the dawn tastes of chemicals.
Now I threw myself from the 3rd story window of my cell.
I could not stand one more minute inside that cement hotel.
And I land smack dab oh two broken bones.
And the pain oh it will last but I needed you to know
I sang until the guards came to scoop me up.
And I sang as they kicked in my crown
I sang of that night in the midnight moon
Darling I, I sang of you.
Yeah honey I, I sang of you.
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8. |
Can I Last
04:51
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I can hear the train whistle from the distance of my house it's gotta be the eleventh year of twenty twelve comin' round.
And this has to be the worst come down I've ever had,
through the fevers and the chills, and my vicious past.
Can I last?
Can I last?
The last time I'd see her face I'd be dug deep in a sea-breeze with my lips puckered up against the end of a mean piece.
This has to be the best dream I've ever had, Well, I can't call it bliss 'cause I lack the ignorance.
Where's my past?
Where's my past?
I believe I left it dying on that old beaten trail, the one the town blocked off after that winter wind wail, and it lead to the bridge gone to cat tails, the one where we'd roll our spliffs, aim rocks through rusted rails.
But that was the summer.
And This is the end.
I couldn't make it up that bend
I couldn't contemplate the end
I know I'm not alive anymore,
I know I'm not alive anymore
The last night in his home town Andrew spoke to me in passing said that "every heavy lantern on every paved side road matters."
'Cause Like bread crumbs of yellow hums that lead me to her, I'll admit it I deserved every heavy lashing
But can I last?
Can I last?
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9. |
On My Way To The Garden
05:39
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The front pew sits a child
Spewing snot from his nostrils
And a smile from a stranger.
Doesn't do much to calm him down.
She's never coming home but you'll see her some day the words my mother said
I swear I saw her face, at the cracked end of a snow globe
my hearts towing weight of the past year I've gain hope.
and she said, "what the fuck are you doing with that shit up your nose"
And I said "Jessie, I'm sorry, but life's been the throes. And there's people like you. That just come and they go..."
And he said "Casey's getting deep," and I realize my mistake. I'm just in an odd floating figure 12 lines too late. And in a figment of my imagination the only a moment to escape I'm waiting my turn to return to the gate.
But what if I don't.
I mean I'm trying so hard.
I'm going to that place where the petals fly far and the winds collapsed kiss my chin from a star
And the lonely ghosts loom from the grave to the tomb.
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In the hangover white light
I recall the glow from your eyes
you are everything
And you radiate with sorrow
you neither earned nor you borrowed
but you'll try again
And you say that I'm not your one
And I'd sell off all my good charm when you say
"It's been done"
And who were you before you washed up
that bathroom tile shore
you were joyful then
And the bags under your eyes
Only grow heavier with time
but you're still beautiful
And when you're heaving in a day dream
of your long lost identity
I'll be with you there
And when you're smoking down your last
choking on your past
I'll still love you dear
And you say that I'm not your one
and I'd sell off all of my good charm
when you say "It's been done"
And I will die a lonesome man
But I will die without your hand in mine
And I will die a lonesome man
and I do now understand why
Because you, you are my one
yeah, you are my one, and the only one that I love.
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