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Many details already are fading into grey as we stumble through our little lives; Years carving faces around the lines
But in the guise of seeking knowledge we are mostly led astray. So we write our words and we sing our songs until theres not much left to say except for tired hat cliches
Flat notes blend in an attempt at harmony as we shout out line after poorly written line sometimes I wonder why we waste our time
my shoulders try to weigh this world but they couldn't take the stress
So I went out and I came back home an apathetic drunken mess, I must confess
Consider this an advance on final cost for everyone who will be beaten into the ground
A testimonial to those who fought and lost I contemplate alone and try to make no sound
How fertile fields will fast run fallow and words we say in earnest sound so hollow
How we just can't believe. how we pretend that we're not scared
How many secrets we never ever shared
How we try to make a difference but were ineffectual at best
How we had extraordinary aptitudes but we still failed every test
Poured our hearts into correspondences that we never even mailed
Learned where to put our fingers but still couldn't play the scales
How we disgraced our family names
How our songs sounded pretty much the same
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A year and a half gone in the blink of an eye; the self loathing is at an all time high. I thought I was beyond this.
I spend these days wishing I could take back that night, to see the day I look my family straight in the eye
They told me this would be hard, how is this so hard?
I'd like to crop and filter out that night and find the perfect font to display this epic failure. And find a way to remove this red eye.
I'm not a religious man in the least but I understand what they mean when they say there is a demon inside me
Get it out!
I want to be so far away from here.
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A Cautionary Tale
04:04
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La Plume
02:41
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Let's Own This Place
02:49
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Undertow
03:08
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Fighting to keep my head above water. Such an appropriate statement for feeling helpless and led to the slaughter
The pull at the base of my spine, these hours behind locked doors, I'm trying to fight it.
I'm trying to hold on against the pull of the undertow, and it's dragging me down.
Every minute that the sun waits to awaken the clock clicks slower and I hear the blood in my ears roar.
It's crashing like thunder my mouth gets dry while I try to remind myself that some things get better
Like the kindness of a child offering a hidden treasure or the smile of that stranger on the street
As I hold out this hand and search for something to hold onto, I feel the pull and kick my feet.
I wish I knew how others could make it through this?
A huge wall, some homemade bars; they're just some fucking excuses
I need a constant reminder that it took 30 years to get here. It's going to take time to fix this.
I'm trying to hold on against the pull of the undertow
I'm trying to hold on, I'm so sick of this
I'm trying to hold on and it's dragging me down
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Swingsets
02:10
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Today is finally an ally for once in such a long time
I'm dropping pretense and having fun without having to pretend I'm anyone but me
And the fact that I don't need this drink to talk to you makes me think
I'm not used to second guessing myself and the idea that trying to impress you makes me cringe
We've done this. you said I made you sad
Twelve years of your face across the room I haven't had a chance to say to you.
Because there's always someone there or the mess I've made of myself,
but today...
These fingers are tingling, signaling the tempo of this nervous heartbeat I've got to remember to breathe when eyes make contact. My legs keep pumping floating falling backwards and up towards my face
you knew me before I'd forgotten this
there's something so familiar here
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Burnside
02:53
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We drank to this before stealing shots from roommates bottles stashed in freezers
Fucked up secrets pouring out and tears staining carpets
Scatter the ashes at burnside we're getting wasted at marginal way
I don't want to take things for granted but it seems thats the way of the world
before we're in a place where tears cannot flow anymore
before these words cannot be spoken
lets stop and count each tiny blessing
its so hard to dream at all while dreams shatter around you
My lungs pull freezing air inside me and I don't want to pretend at all
I don't want to have faith I reject that at
Let's just fucking burn these window dressings
I think I'm ok I don't know why, the air is so cold as I'm skating away
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Nancy New York
Nancy was a band from 2002 - 2009. It went from a 1 piece acoustic project to a full band. many people said many things about the band, most of the things said were "man...they're drunk". And they were.
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