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TwentyOneThousand
03:15
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there’s twenty one thousand souls in a jar on the road from omaha
some only whisper, while others can smile, but some they don’t move at all
they look like your brothers and what’s left of your friends
no one believes this is happening again
they said he’d swing before the song ends
and the world just might be yet
for the twenty one thousand souls in a box in the air over syracuse
we’ll eulogize candlelight, pictures and frames for the rights we were born to abuse
i’ve seen a man with a face like a stone
he shakes in the bed of his well-guarded home
while three thousand other ones travel alone
as their poems are no longer told
my dad went to college, the first in the line
sean didn’t finish so they just bought his time
and jeremy came back but he wasn’t the same
his face couldn’t prove he remembered my name
now there’s something that each of them lack
bullets aren’t the only attack
let’s bring them all back
all the twenty one thousand souls in hole in the desert near mexico
mothers and wives are singing to children about the dads that they’ll never know
boyfriends are cooking and eating alone
picturing a face while they slowly get stoned
the calendar’s hanging, but it’s accident prone
and it’s moving a little too slow
there’s lead in the air and smoke in the streets
i guess that their freedom doesn’t fucking come free
but those souls aren’t forgotten, they will always be
a little more than a sticker to me
a little more than a candle lit street
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Lonely
05:16
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I’M WAITING ON MY NEXT VICTIM
HER EMPATHETIC SMILE DROWNS ALONE
I WONDER HOW SHE’LL TAKE IT
AND IF SHE NEEDS SOME MANLY HANDS TO HELP HER HOME
HELP ME CALL ME BABY
I’M SO GODDAMNED SICK AND TIRED OF BEING RIGHT
TAKE ME YOU CAN BE ANGRY
NEITHER ONE OF US WILL SLEEP ALONE TONIGHT
I CAN’T BELIEVE IT
SHE SEEMS TO LIKE IT
I THOUGHT AT LEAST SHE’D TRY AND PUT UP A FIGHT
I HOPE HE MEANS IT
BUT I BET HE DOESN’T
WELL AT LEAST I’LL GET SOME SLEEP TONIGHT
LET’S PROVE THAT TWO WRONGS CAN MAKE A RIGHT
I’M DREAMING WHILE SHE’S BLEEDING
AND I CAN’T FEEL MY HANDS ON HER FACE
I’M SEEKING RETRIBUTION
BUT I CAN’T RECALL HER NAME
HIT ME CALL ME BABY
I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT I’M GOING NUMB
BREAK ME I’LL BE YOUR STORY
THAT YOU CAN TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS WHEN YOU GET HOME
JUST DON’T LEAVE ME HERE TO DROWN ALL ALONE
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3. |
Vicarious
03:05
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4. |
The Fire Sermon
01:46
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the smell of wood smoke
an aluminum boat
the wind moved the water
ripple cure, but it’s not headed home
there’s rocks and ashes
a vase and a rose
facilitates the highway
you’d best get yourself some dry clothes
this morning finds me
wanting to be found
nerve-corrosive liquid
but i’m glad to return to solid ground
these sidewalks empty
except for the sound
of the drunk nocturnal landscape
giving up the ghost of this town
and all the drugs you wish that you did
could never touch forever
or amplify this
and these roads, they need travelers
or they’ll lose the secrets
slowly dying somewhere
in the space between the lips
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The radio poured motor oil on the floor
You sopped and mopped it up with your shirt
Because another corporate stain translates to new social gain
And you can show all of your friends how much you’re worth
You breathed in the smoke when the stereo broke
As your fad-thirsty blood was running thin
But the records still played on in your brain train wrong from wrong
As the opiate amplifiers win
You ask me what the hell
Is a fucking villanelle?
Please tell me please it will get me high
And I lit up with a smoke
As I couldn’t find a joke
And a shaking, steady hand waved you goodbye.
You won’t see me as only your bird can sing
I’m going nowhere man looking through you
If I needed someone, wait, in my life to lacerate
My value, think for yourself before you do
Because I’ve known some people who’ve
Felt compelled to tell the truth
Maybe use a chord or two, I feel the same
As I did as a kid
Unwillingly absorbing all this shit
And I’m still asking who’ll stop the rain?
You need some reflection of yourself to tell you
That all your neighbors, strangers, friends think you’re cool
Well, southern man I hope you see
That there’s sparks inside of me
And they find contingency
In you fucking fools
So all your heroes wind up dead, chemically enhance their heads
As a fifth and a symphony slip away
You know right who you are, leave your soul slightly ajar
You never really needed it anyway
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6. |
Mother's Birthday
03:58
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7. |
Subtle Code
01:48
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it hurt so fucking bad
that you couldn’t believe your soul
could ever talk like that
no one needed to know
this southern-bound decay
deceased before the dawn
ever had a chance to break
we’re moving on
the midnight tastes like wine
and your friends they shift in time
to the strumming hearts they stole
i’m wide awake
but my absence is trying to take control
subtle code
indisposed
on moonlit bones
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8. |
Clicks (Bonus Track)
03:06
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fucked up the balance, it’s burning a hole in me
forget the silence, I’m singing myself to sleep
when I’m dreaming you’re the one awake
but you’ve been going down so easy these days
I’m pulling punches, letting the shadows win
I’m taking blows, but you’re not the one swinging
where do you go, alone, when you need help?
I’ll climb down my throat and undo these knots myself
I said the words you know you wanted to hear
I said them good, perhaps just a little to clear
because I’m still standing here
with the dial tone in my ear
skeletal secrets, nervous attacks on me
this city’s begging for someone to patch the seams
of night-lit posture, crumbling from the weight
of empty caskets and long-abandoned graves
i hear you stirring, a quickening silhouette
kinetic motion, but no one’s awakened yet
there must be something one of us can say
this bloody towel is all that’s left of me these days
its almost as if you’re the one who’s writing all these songs
and I listen in strumming my guitar I sing along
to the dying tone in my ear
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THE BLOOD RED RIBBON ON YOUR COAT
INDICATIVE OF WHERE YOU THOUGHT YOU MIGHT GO
BUT THE SNOW THAT LANDED ON YOUR EYE
IS TOO FUCKING COLD
THAT BLACK PLASTIC’S SINGING LOUD
KEEP THE CHANGE AS YOU HEAR HIM WALK OUT
THE IRIS FIRE POISED, STARING YOU DOWN
CAN’T BE PUT OUT
PURPLE EYES AND WASTED BREATH
THE MOST EXPENSIVE CIGARETTE
YOU SMOKE ON YOUR WAY HOME
PINCH YOURSELF TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
JUST BECAUSE IT BLEEDS DON’T MEAN IT HURTS
BESIDES THEY’RE ONLY WORDS
THE WINGED NIGHTINGALE TAKES FLIGHT
BUT DOESN’T SING JUST DISSOLVES INTO THE NIGHT
AND PRESSES ON WITH SOFT INTERNAL SPEECH
I’LL BE ALRIGHT
MALEVOLENT HANDS SEDUCE THE SOUL
BUT WITH EACH KISS COMES ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE WHOLE
THE IRIS FIRE NOW KEEPING YOU WARM
WITH A HEART TO HOLD
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