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Nothing Lies Ahead
04:09
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Standing in the middle of the road at Barnsdale and Northumberland
Streets clear as my schedule for the week
Retired cars with cold engines line the road
Muted yellow glow coming from the windows
of the townhouses across from my stoop
Family’s heading straight to bed shutting off the evening news
I pray that they won’t go out unless they need more food
But when this all blows over what will they have left to lose
The rains running late so it quickens it’s pace
It chatters as it jumps down the gutter of my place
It says “enjoy this night, a moment without violence
And there’s calm beneath the fear, there’s music in the silence”
I put out my cigarette in the rain
Until the next show, save these words for that stage
The wind ushers me inside as it brushes on my shoulder
The only touch I’ve felt in weeks
I know I’m a lucky one
I’m inessential, I. Have a place to rest my head
But I have another bed, waiting for me when it spreads
You cannot bribe this, we are all equal in death
The rains running late so it quickens it’s pace
It chatters as it jumps down the gutter of my place
It says “enjoy this night, a moment without violence
And there’s calm beneath the fear, there’s music in the silence”
Has it been 12 hours or 12 weeks
Now’s already ancient, when now is everlasting
How soon is later
Everything means nothing when nothing lies ahead
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Maynerd
03:51
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Walking outside all alone, the city streets were so cold
So you hope don’t mind that I entered your home
I’m just looking for friends, and a place to keep warm
And if you allow eat the crumbs from your floor
But this world is so scary, the gods are so tall
It sounds like an earthquake every time a pin falls
And the moment you see me, you scream in my face
It’s then that I learn I’m not welcome at all
That’s when I run, I scurry
Under the door, up the stairs down the hall
And I’ll hide, but at night
It’s time to play, and I’ll feast till the day brings the light
So I bob and I weave beneath the humming ivory tower
Dining on the scraps you left before they go sour
And alone in the dark, I’ll bite a whole in your nest
But I hear your feet strike the floor again
That’s when I run, I scurry
Under the door, up the stairs down the hall
And I’ll hide, but at night
It’s time to play, and I’ll feast till the day brings the light
The light, the light
Oh you’re so kind to leave me your bread
I can’t resist temptation, I’ll go on ahead
But the sky turns to pitch and I have no way out
I fear my ends near so I don’t make a sound
That’s when I see his face he’s come down from the sky
He says he’ll keep me fed an he’s actually quite nice
But I won’t take the safety net, if I’ll lose my flight
So I’ll break out this box and I’ll run until day brings the light
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Talentless Hack
02:52
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I’m a talentless hack
I wrote the songs that they wrote twenty years back
I’m a talentless hack
I use the same chords on every track
My lyrics are cliche, though I’m writing every day
I’m still a talentless hack
All my songs are review
I’ll rip off Lenny, Connor and Brand New (ew)
All my songs are review
Kevin, Dylan and the Mountain Goats too
At shows no one will shed another tear or even buy another beer
I'm a talentless hack
I’m on the right track
My words are honest there’s no harm in that
I’m on the right track
I’ve played three shows this month and none fell flat
My friends know all my songs, at my shows this sing along
I’m on the right track
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Skylark
03:57
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I had far too many mixed drinks last night
So I’m calling in sick again
And I’m sprawled out on my bedsheets
With Banker’s Club in my veins
And I’m wondering when this will end
Cus my body can’t take much more
But one more time before I’m on the mend
I’m gonna take a walk to the liquor store
What I am, I know not—
A skylark with a broken wing
My passion sinks to the bottom
In this ocean of blind numbing
And I wish that I had Shelley’s pen
But I’ve got Hemingway’s vice
And I’d rather disappear forever
Than be honest with myself about my flaws
Id like to smash these Budweiser bottles
Break them on my basement door
In the shards of their remains
I can’t see what Ive been looking for
What is I know not— But I know it ain’t where I thought
The bottom of the bottle is bare and cold, I know, I’ve been there a lot
So it’s time that I look somewhere else, even if it doesn’t stop the rot
It’s one less thing to feel sorry for, it’s one less way to feel so caught
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