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Kiss from a Rose 4 Xmas
03:08
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you said, "if you look real hard,
you can see the way the river bends"
if it feels too good to be true
we’ve learned that it probably is
how many times did you explain away
the cuts on yr wrists as drunken mistakes?
could you give me something to outgrow?
i guess i should take the long way home
what does anyone have left here?
my family is split between
fucked up coping mechanisms
and a fear of crossing the street
but my heart is my own
i sit on this throne that i made
of flower and bone
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2. |
Flat Earth for Dummies
02:13
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a cave that i stumbled into
this house that i call my own
a vessel overflowing
but i can’t make it out alone
never speak what lies inside
all the voices that you try to hide
all the songs that i sang with you
all lined up in the queue
it’s gonna be a bad night
out there waiting with yr tongue on the dial
both still playing our game of denial
stole three candy bars and
bought a pack of smokes
so happy you could see straight almost
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3. |
Mr. Chevrolet
02:27
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maybe i’d be a sharp gray stone
falling into water below
letting time turn me smooth
yeah i think that’s what i wanna do
i wish that we were worn down by what we feel
i wish my anger could be turned to something real
maybe i’d be a sick ass race car
i’d smash against the wall that took Dale Earnhardt
goin’ on 169 feelin’ fuckin’ alive
for the first time
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i have been waiting
patiently, like a tumor
hoping to clear the room or
find my tomb
there will come a day when the rain
will be enough to flood every fresh grave
some hunger worth sating
and it seeps up through the sewer
flighty feelings fewer
bane or boon
and these skulls of indeterminate origin
will get to find out what they’re worth again
here’s to our years being young!
here’s to the blood spilling on our tongues!
may it dull our senses well
for what’s to come!
here’s to the vows that we broke!
here’s to the hands wrapped around my throat!
here’s to our fresh sins
our bitter medicine
we hope you choke
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5. |
Where Yr Mind Goes
02:59
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packin’ up again
trying to let this one sink in
all the calculated movements
that i try to pass off as my own
prepare a feast for me
set out before my enemies
so many friends i will remember
with no names but i
can love them all the same
i remember it like it were a dream
wake up with eyes glistening
lost and gone forever
you probably shouldn’t be driving
lost and gone forever
you probably shouldn’t even talk to me
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6. |
WikiHow to Move On
03:09
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it’s gotten completely out of hand
can’t tell anybody or even understand
it feels like everything i ever say
ends up sounding like a
formulated phrase
each puzzle piece i place
i find the whole in more disarray
grabbing each overturned piece
the big picture is lost to me
it doesn’t matter what you ever do
we will always pick ourselves over you
i’m trying to pick myself back up
i’m dying to prove that i don’t suck
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7. |
Cowboy Presidents
02:37
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to me it seems obscene
all the weed
and the cheap whiskey
(and so much more caffeine)
that i drink and think
why can’t i fall asleep?
and if i dream
great unseen cosmic
failure surrounds me
so i’m not going home
these cowboy kids
become cowboy presidents
and i’ll admit
that we played our part in it
we used to sleep all day
stay inside and
watch the paint dry
it never felt like
it was wasted time
in the whites of yr daydreaming eyes
won’t let myself get lost this time
the receiver’s blown
but there’s no way that i’m going home
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8. |
Same Mistakes
01:56
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scattered like a starry night
my "anything’s"
running through that empty hall
that emptiness brings
bunched up in that old down
teal green and grinning
the hands i’ve always loved
the room would not stop spinning
you can’t make the
same mistake twice
but i can
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9. |
Old Fantasies
02:09
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go for a run in the old clothes that ya got me
i try to be better at the things i love doing
it’s cool if you don’t wanna say goodbye
tell me good luck and i
grab the keys and drive
from years wrapped up
in you what the fuck
am i gonna do
sit down and calm down
read a book my friend lent me
get lost in some old fantasies
everyone we knew’s in love now
it makes me so happy
when we were around back then
i miss the old me
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Hummin' Bird Tulsa, Oklahoma
Coming from a small storage space in Tulsa OK, Hummin' Bird gives you twangy punk rock fueled by cheap beer and truck stop food. Breaded and crucifried with welts from the bible belt, they’d rather slam Busch heavies in some rank basement on the road than stagnate in the oppressive heat of familiarity where “bless your heart” doesn’t really mean what you think. ... more
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