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Sun Burn Set In
04:05
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You're talking in circles, you're thinking it's water, you're walking across leading lambs to the slaughter. You're sick. But we want our wool today.
We saw all the products, went out and bought upgrade to the next obsoletion they thought of. It speaks for itself today.
And so much for the good times, the good life it's costly. Wake everyday to our jobs, pour the coffee. We wait for our lives to end.
So now turn on the tv, today's been a long one. Watch the news is kidnapping like cartoons. All of the parts of the play rehearsed on this stage.
Could this be why no one stares at the moon anymore?
Like before the sun stole our eyes for its warmth.
Black and white, roll film, play the part, fake the art, that just might, make a life, sitting still, make the heart, worth something at least that we can hold. Something tangible.
No taking chances, financed second glances. Opened our eyelids, payed all the taxes were placed on our plates, so we ate.
The cameras are rolling, catching each moment, but no soul appears in the mirror that they're holding. The frames, they reflect a lie.
And you can pour out your language, those verbal arrangements. Words may be spoken but no communication takes place in our lives, day to day.
And it's safe to say that we all need affection, some sort of attention, validate the direction we choose to take. It's so strange.
Could this be why no one stares at the moon anymore?
Like before the sun stole our eyes for its warmth.
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2. |
Sorry, I Did
04:24
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I don't want to love you anymore. I don't want to have this inclination toward you any longer. I don't want to talk to you again, it would only start an argument I no longer have the strength for. You forgive my past every time I come crawling back after I've went and done something wrong. I could write a song and probably talk about all of my pathology behind the shit I put you through.
Love can find a way, or so they say. Maybe ours got lost.
Oh but I just don't know. I'm a dog.
Oh but I just don't know. I'm a pig.
Oh had to get my slop. (And I did)
I'll be coming home from another bar, stumble into bed, and there you are, asking where the fuck I've been. And I'm not in the mood to talk about anything but food or how I want to get it in. And you'll get all upset, it's understandable. Just another dick move I had to pull. Why do I do it? Lying next to you the morning after this, aching in my head, I've no recollection if all that had happened was a dream or not. And you'll fill in the blanks when you awake, saying what I said, I won't be sure if it's a fake story or something that I've forgot.
Love can find a way, or so they say. Maybe ours got lost.
Why don't you run from me like you should? You know you could but you don't. Why don't you do what you need to be free and just let go. Just let go.
Oh but I just don't know. I'm a pig.
Oh but I just don't know. I'm a dog.
Oh had to bury my bone. (And I did)
And though it's run its course you have a chance for love with someone who supports and won't fuck up nearly as often as I did.
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3. |
22
03:57
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Nothing to say nothing to do. Nothing but sit and think of you. Nothing to want nothing to fear. Nothing but lies. Nothing's so distant, nothing's so near.
A time to cry a time to laugh. A time reminded of the past. A times it's nothing that I long to have. Just nothing, at times.
And there's no way to turn the phrase. No way to leave no way to praise. The fool of me that I have made, of myself, who says nothing, final answer.
Wish I could fix wish I could mend. Wish I could see the whole thing from beginning to end. Wish I could talk to my friends, the way we once did, when I was still honest.
If I could keep myself in check. If I could take what I said back. If I could shed my selfishness. Well then I'm sure I'd be much less depressed.
One day I'll feel life has begun. One day I hope that one day comes. One day I'll know I'm almost there. One day, one day, I'll no longer have to care.
So Who are you?
And Who am I?
And what role am I supposed to play?
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4. |
landmine
04:36
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So I'll be another friend and see how they do with feeling my head. An hour of events can do a lot to make me want to go to bed. And sickened when you gone because I'm stricken with a bland mind. The wrecking ball it crumbled, this was a land mine. (HAHAHAHA)
Land mine.
You call me up to tell me you just had another bad night. I'll be hearing from you soon, but not before the bad news strikes. We waited for so long, now why is it that you're holding back? At first we were so strong. I had no idea of the weight on your back.
You say your heart don't beat the same. Quit rubbing it in.
I don't think that I can take the blame for this.
I'll make one last pass before you go. Like I'm running a green light. You say not now, but what you really mean is no.
Land mine.
Was the damage of the past too much? I thought we had the time right. Is it possible that I've changed so drastically that I've lost my sight? And I'm sorry that I don't know how to help. Never really helped myself. And I can't believe that I'm saying these things. Everything we had is what I want to fix. But if this is where we're at then I guess I relate when
You say your heart don't beat the same. Quit rubbing it in.
I don't think that I can take the blame for this.
I'll make one last pass before you go. Like I'm running a green light. You say not now, but what you really mean is no.
What you really mean is no.
(But you don't know)
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5. |
Sick As You Seem
03:54
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"Are you as sick as you seem? Are you getting the attention that you need? Are all those things you hear real?" So much, the information of the thoughts we can't conceal. I spot a crack in the wall. A house on fire- structure scheduled soon to fall.
You're more than you know.
What you feel you show.
And you're less than you think.
Body full of blood and godly ink.
Some days seem stuck- incomplete. A million deaths a moment that you're noticing repeat. Sometimes you get what you want and it scares you cause it just fits in too perfect with the plot. And worry wanders about. Just when you thought your mind was yours you find you've given it to doubt.
(It's all a dream anyway. Don't wake me up yet.)
You're more than you know.
What you feel you show.
And you're less than you think.
Body full of blood and godly ink.
And soon all you see are symbols.
And what they mean you can't say.
It's a funny way to delegate but,
Life and Death, I love this game.
Why, when you wonder out loud, do the things inside your head not sound the same when they come out? Holding old photos to flames and unconsumed it changes only in the way that it was framed. Each part a pattern, I guess. Each a whole and complex piece and yet a part of what comes next.
In some ways you figure it out. But this place is getting strange.
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