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Deary Me (2016)
04:08
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Mama can you tell me whats going on?
Mama can you tell me where the sun has gone?
A knock at the door
A stranger's allure
A complete disregard to the lump in my throat
Now I can make shapes out of the darkness
I can smell glue in the corners of the cracks
Fate intertwined
A person to find
Me indisposed for one mistake
Deary Me, Deary Me
Whats become of me?
Deary Me
I'm as blind as a bat can be.
As lonesome as a ghost can be
As helpless as a child can be
Deary Me
So what am I supposed to learn from this?
What if I don't wanna be saved by a kiss?
I reject being saved
I welcome the grave
You don't win a heart as a creep
You don't kiss a girl in her sleep
Now I can make shapes out of the darkness
I can smell the glue in the corners of the cracks
Forever encased
Subdued and laced
Imprisoned in this coma with my mistake
Deary Me, Deary Me
Whats become of me?
Deary Me
Fates mistreated me
As cruel as a child can be
As crushing as the past can be
Enslaving as grief can be
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It’s just a small built country town
Where everything’s stained red or brown
There’s some feelings there from some small kid shows got messy hair
He likes the sweetest girl in town
She likes dresses and she likes hair dyes
She likes chasing butterflies
She likes some boy from grade 5 he’s always got his head in the sky
She’s having troubles wondering why
Because his aftershave smells sweet
And when he walks he looks at his feet
And when he eats he chokes and he laughs at his own little jokes
He makes her smiles, whenever they meet
Year 12 and its Valentine’s Day
Cards from almost every guy
She wonders deep inside, if he likes me, wouldn’t he write?
She stares at him while he stares at the sky
Then she gets up from her seat
Walks to the teenage boy who sees her then looks down to his feet
She stands in front of him and at that she writes his name in the sand
Tells him why she likes him while she holds his hand
She says your aftershave smells sweet
When you walk, you look at your feet
And when you eat you choke, you laugh at your own little jokes
And then he smiles, takes a moment to speak
He says your perfume smells so sweet
You got little hands, and you got little feet
You got the fashion sense, you look so pretty with your hair and your dress
You make me smile whenever we meet
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The Recluse (2016)
05:10
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Let me tell you about a place I fear most of all
the centre of the hourglass where the sand needs to fall
One grain at a time, just standing in line
Scared I'm the next one to fall
Like an overloaded tire swing, I was beginning to crack
So I found my new home, on a railroad track
My toothbrush and my pillow in a potato sack
Changed my name to Railroad Jack
Now I'm a liar I'm a thief, I get no relief
From mountain to mountain, sunrise in the east
When I awake, I remember my place
Tomorrow's just another mistake
Eli the pale guy, a God fearing man
He's got a nail for a tooth, he's got a bucket for a hand
Been doing this as long as anyone can
Says he'd never change a thing
Big Mac the haystack, a complicated guy
An hour after wedding, he run from his wife
Repeating those vowels, made him feel hog tied
Left his ring in the middle of the night
Now I'm a liar I'm a thief, I get no relief
From mountain to mountain, sunrise in the east
When I awake, I remember my place
Tomorrow's just another mistake
My friends are my bed, my friends are my light
I know when I'm dead, they'll be there by my side
Telling stories and such, "He never wanted too much,
Just a bed, and a bucket and a ride"
I'll be wearing these boots for most of my life
If you're a fellow recluse, I'll see you by a campfire
Share an ear of corn
We'll try to stay warm, find shelter from oncoming storms
Now I'm a liar I'm a thief, I get no relief
From mountain to mountain,sSunrise in the east
When I awake, and I remember my place
Tomorrow's just another mistake
Now I'm a liar I'm a thief, I get no relief
From mountain to mountain, sunrise in the east
When I awake, and I remember my place
Tomorrow's just another mistake
Tomorrow's just another mistake
You know sometimes I find it hard to breathe
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I've been waking early, sweating when it's cold
Because a guilty mind can eat away your soul
Every time a shot goes off I cower to the floor
Living with my back against the wall
Like a cat rattles a cage
Destroys the will of that little bird
My hands are shaking like a rattlesnake
What becomes of a cowboy who's lost his nerve?
I've been seeing preachers and I keep on getting told
That devils got my everlasting soul
But I'll keep on sending prayers, and I'll keep on selling lies
'til I can't even look a child in the eyes
Like a mouse caught by the tail
My heart is beating through my chest
I'd try suicide but I know I'd only fail
What becomes of a cowboy who's lost his nerve?
I always have this same dream where I'm lying in the dirt
And these vultures they keep picking at my guts
Then I wake up and I'm crying and I'm punching on the walls
Out of everyone, why have I lived on?
I see death walking to my door
I feel the cold of his breath all over me
And I curse his eyes as he walks away
What pleasures to do you get from taunting me?
Like a cat rattles a cage
Destroys the will of that little bird
My hands are shaking like a rattlesnake
What becomes of a cowboy who's lost his nerve?
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Bits Of Concentration
04:04
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Is this a game and someone's controlling me?
I must confess I do some things that is not really me
First I'm over-confident and then I start to speak
Thats when information leaks, and problems get unique
I see you pushing the grooves,
The cracks upon your face
The T.V's on, it's taking my attention away
Everythings temporary
That's why it's momentary bits of concentration
If I could only grasp it, a little longer lasting
Think what I could do if I sustained a thought or two
I see you pushing the grooves
The cracks upon your face
The radio's on, I'm sure I've heard that song before
Your lips are on the move
What are you trying to say?
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