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One More for Keithe
00:33
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Painted Lands
05:19
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the story's been getting old; i'm sorry
i wrote this a year ago, i burned all the copies
and so it goes, and that's how the dice are rolled
red flags, hidden beneath the folds
these trembling hands are cold and clammy
but mirroring half a smile, uncanny, uncanny
and so it goes, and that's how the dice are rolled
red flags, hidden beneath the folds
painted fingers tapping on cherry
painted lids blink in time
i saw the western rain in your eyes
i saw those late night lilac skies
where are all the things that i buried?
can i say that i tried
reading the words and tracing the lines,
painting the lands that you described?
canary flew the coop; bad timing
if mary still loves you, keep climbing, keep climbing
and so it goes, and that's how the dice are rolled
red flags, hidden beneath the folds
painted fingers tapping on cherry
painted lids blink in time
i saw the western rain in your eyes
i saw those late night lilac skies
where are all the things that i buried?
can i say that i tried
reading the words and tracing the lines,
painting the lands that you described?
you lived in the mountains; it treated you well
if not for the cold air
and we know there are places where it doesn't snow
but we wouldn't want to live there
and when your closet is all out of space
let your hair grow to cover your face
hide your heart in the gold in your ear
i can hear, i can hear, i can hear
all the memories that we replaced
all the sentences i chose to waste
i said i'd have stories for you in a year
now we're here, now we're here, now we're here
painted fingers tapping on cherry
painted lids blink in time
i saw the western rain in your eyes
i saw those late night lilac skies
where are all the things that we buried?
can we say that we tried
reading the words and tracing the lines,
painting the lands that you described?
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i don't understand why anybody makes their beds
wasting effort on a mess that'll be a mess again
and they say that i should talk to somebody more qualified than you
but if i charge you all a buck, then i think this'll do
and i'd like to believe
there's something better waiting there at the end for me
it's been a little while now since i've had a decent haircut
and when i see me in the mirror, i'm not sure what to think
and they say around the world some seven people are your clone
well do they take care of their skin? do people tell them "i love you"?
or do they just stay home and drink?
and i worry aloud
that everybody's got it figured out somehow
and why shouldn't they?
we're all adults here
but how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard
to get out of bed and never starve?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard
to get out of bed and never starve?
how can it be so hard?
and when i woke up yesterday to little hairs on my pillow
i wiped the blood off of my nose and i went out and did the laundry
and i haven't been to church since my parents used to take me
but i saw jesus in the coin-op; he was crying in his coffee
and i saw something new
in the little things i forced myself to do
but how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard
to get out of bed and never starve?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard
to get out of bed and never starve?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard
to get out of bed and never starve?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard?
how can it be so hard
to get out of bed and never starve?
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Resentment
04:51
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we went out drinking in some suburban crowded place
i said i'm feeling real good tonight; it's time to make some mistakes
the only words i'm confident in i live to regret
and they say true love is dead, but i haven't finished killing it yet
it might be my fault
for not knowning how to talk to you
without advice from my friends
but i wanna come back to this
i don't wanna fade into resentment
the back of the mind is not a nourishing place to live
ran into you on my way out the door, we both hadn't slept
a mile a minute we thought through the options for moves we had left
but i never figured it out
just spent a while living in doubt
but maybe i'm better off without any peace of mind
it might be my fault
for not knowing how to look at you
without the sinking feeling that i've locked my keys in a house on fire
but i wanna come back to this
i don't wanna fade into resentment
the back of the mind is not a nourishing place to live
and something happened but we fractured it
and i don't know how to prevent it
the rest of the time in the world's not a generous gift to give
i'm feeling like a balloon untied, deflating in space
in other words, i'm feeling real bad tonight; it's time to make some mistakes
it might be my fault
for not wanting to remember you
cause all i see when i see your eyes is the barrel of a gun
and it might be my fault
for not knowing how to talk to you
without advice from vodka, whisky, and several shots of rum
but i wanna come back to this
i don't wanna fade into resentment
the back of the mind is not a nourishing place to live
and something happened but we fractured it
and i don't know how to prevent it
the rest of the time in the world's not a generous gift to give
and i just wanna live
and i just wanna live
and i just wanna live
and i just wanna live
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Houston
07:12
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when i was younger, i thought the moon was
falling down at the end of the night
but when i grew up, i learned the truth was
the universe just swings away from you sometimes
i toss and turn and i can't fall asleep
with someone else in the bed next to me
are we still us when our minds are asleep
or just the faces and the bodies we've worked so hard to keep?
i've never known
i've never known
(ground control to major fuckup)
i've never known
i've never known
(ground control to major fuckup)
cosmic johnny's in over his head again
friday night between the cans and packs of medicine
he finds somebody he can fall asleep with
who makes him feel like he's alive at the right time
but after half a hangover the magic slips
and i wake up inside of my own private berenstain rift
and there's just a spot of drool where the heart used to be
slipped out the pocket of my cheek and once again i can't fall asleep
i should've known
i should've known
(ground control to major fuckup)
i should've known
i should've known
(ground control to major fuckup)
we're all alone in outer space
they won't remember all the messes we made
we'll disappear without a trace
we're all alone in outer space
they won't remember all the messes we made
we'll disappear without a trace
there's something happening to my heart
i feel it kicking around, i feel it picking me apart
and once i've given all i can to productivity
what do i do with all the shit that's still inside of me?
do you read me, houston? no, there's no problem
i just wanted to talk. how are the kids down on the ground?
i put my space cadet helmet on and wonder
when the universe is finally gonna swing me back around
we're all alone in outer space
they won't remember all the messes we made
we'll disappear without a trace
but i'm in over my head again
we're all alone in outer space
they won't remember all the messes we made
we'll disappear without a trace
but i'm in over my head again
we're all alone in outer space
we're all alone in outer space
we're all alone in outer space
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Cosmic Johnny Boston, Massachusetts
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