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Leave With Me
I know I’m all talk
I’m always all talk
But if I could leave
Would you leave with me
If my words were where my mouth is
Would you leave behind that house of his
I believe it when you say that he’s been mean
And somehow you’re caught in between
It’s been raining down upon your sleepy head
Throbbing with the words that he said
You’re tired tonight but you’re not sleeping
The image of his back is all your seeing
I don’t mean to cause you any pain
I was worried and I called you up again
I know a place my uncle’s farm
The days are long the work is hard
But if I could leave
Would you leave with me
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Off the Rails
I swear the night breathes into my ear
Like a ship appears then disappears
Why do you come here still
Rehash some checkered past
Flipping all the switches
Knocking me on my ass
It calls a name out a whisper in the dark
A tangled wire pulling me from afar
How do I let myself
Fall into this hole
Always blinded by
Things I can’t control
I tried to tell you that I was afraid
You wouldn’t hear the words I said
In the confusion of the hour
I realized I was just a coward
Inside my mind there is a switch
But I can never get to it
It’s like a rusty busted train
Falling off the rails again
I swear the night circles around my room
Like a hummingbird drunken and confused
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Scraping
Sorry my dear
My mind is a maze
I know we’re mired
In these troubled days
There’s something inside
That’s scraping my ribs
It’s true it’s my fault
For this abyss
Know that it’s true
I’m split right in two
The head and the heart
Feels like falling apart
Sorry my dear
To drag you in deep
This chasm this well
With walls slick and steep
Know that it’s true
I’m split right in two
The head and the heart
Feels like falling apart
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1993 (D. Smith)
04:18
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1993
Sleeping in my car again Waiting for the night to end
Feels like 1993 And I still want to believe
Falling down like it’s my job Like a dirty drunken slob
Stealing money from my folks Just to keep myself afloat
Save me from myself
I can barely hold my head up So heavy from these thoughts
Trying so hard to recall Stupid things that I forgot
All I have is my regret And some vague sense of remorse
Overwhelmed by day to day With my ship so far off course
Save me from myself
Haunting my old neighborhood all the years misunderstood
Watch the kids get out of school remember how I played the fool
I can barely hold my head up So heavy from these thoughts
Trying so hard to recall Stupid things that I forgot
All I have is my regret And some vague sense of remorse
Overwhelmed by day to day With my ship so far off course
Scratching words out with this pen Feels like 93 again
Hope to squelch these drab ideas Need to catch my breath and breathe
You were a wrinkle in my time a wormhole a lapse
Like the world was put on hold some break in the synapse
Keep your picture in my shoe like a key to my own past
All the hours I stared and wished I could climb back in at last
I hate the hand that I’ve been dealt But I only blame myself
All these years inside my head Burned away like cigarettes
Feels like 1993 And I still want to believe
Save me from myself
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Waiting Room
I was waiting in the waiting room
Lights were vibrating and buzzing in my brain
TV voices droned and time surreally slowed
See you I said and kissed you on the head
We both knew the odds
But they were our only cards
And slim to none was better than nothing at all
Embarrassingly I fell asleep
Which had eluded me for weeks
I dreamed a lake so big and wide
You took my hand and we dove inside
We both knew the odds
But they were our only cards
And slim to none was better than nothing at all
The doctor woke me up
With such good news I gave him a hug
When you awakened all tired and bleary eyed
I was standing there right by your side
I took you home
Laid you on the couch
Our cat between your legs
And I kissed you on the mouth
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Motel Light (Unbunny)
04:04
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Motel Light
You have such complicated feelings
Feels like I don’t know what I’m doing
When you sit me down and talk to me
In quite tones and reverie
I realize that my pool is shallow
Putting eggs in some vague tomorrow
And that water is receding
It’s always self-defeating
Your face lit up in motel light
Blinking slow in black and white enticing
You say my memories are always wrong
They’re lyrics to a country song
You’re fighting some false history
A dingy on the open sea
Sometimes I don’t know how I got here
I drive a car that I cannot steer
Sometimes I’m stranded on the surface
You’re in too deep to notice
Your face lit up in motel light
Blinking slow in black and white enticing
We’ll visit towns that aren’t pronounced the way they’re spelled
I’ll offer all the things I’d formerly withheld
We’ll build a fortress then we’ll tear it all apart
We’ll watch the moonrise from the backseat of our car
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Untethered
Francine in a yellow flowered dress
Walking the wet path with a shotgun
Spindly 12 year old legs
Swimming in her daddy’s western boots
Calling for her Basset Hound
Who’s always chasing deer around
She stops to watch a squirrel
Jumping agilely limb to limb
Wonders what it must feel like
To be untethered in this world
Takes her boots off and feels the wet between her toes
Leans the gun against a tree then climbs up
Hand over hand nervously
In the back of a pick up truck
Arms raised standing up
She can almost see the light from the city
Hanging low across the sky
Sometimes in the calm of night
Window opened to the world
She imagines floating quietly
Hovering high above it all
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Assassin (Marc McElroy)
02:35
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Assassin
I’m walking these salty streets battered from the rain
All the way to the river’s edge then back around again
Taking pictures with my teary longing eyes
Like the fifties I’m a cold war Russian spy
Lady lying against the church looking toward the clouds click
Birds gathering on a wire singing my name aloud click
Watching people like they’re monkeys in a zoo
Wasting time because it’s all that’s left to do
Kid in a three-piece suit cartwheels like a fool
Man with the skinny legs shows off his tattoos
Taking aim like I’m a drunken hired assassin
Knocking red coats down like president Andrew Jackson
I’m walking these salty streets blending like the brick
Nobody notices or even know I exist
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Start Again
It’s too cold out my car won’t start
Trying to drive my kids to school but it’s a war
You wouldn’t believe it couldn’t conceive it
This is no way for a family to exist
Why’d you leave us in the winter
Wood is waning and the three of us grow thinner
We’re out of butter the shower’s cold
Even the parakeet is too hard to control
Kids are restless they curse my name
Wishing time away so they’ll like me again
I’ve been bad at feeling right about myself
Swear to god I’ll burn the cards that I’ve been dealt
Strip away the layers learn how to begin
Knowing I can start again
My daughter’s crying I blame myself
She can’t find Dolly for show and tell
I’m going fishing out on the ice
I’d stay out all night long but I get scared at night
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Much Snow (Gregg Porter)
03:53
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Much Snow
Shake and I shiver like a dog in a lake
The muscles that keep me awake
Far from the path that I once set upon
The choices have proven all wrong
Still trudging forward ahead I suppose
With much snow and miles to go
I think of my daughter alone in the house
Sounds of the night will arouse
Writing her words with a candle for light
Waiting for me to arrive
I’ll be the fire tonight I’ll burn like branches
She’ll warm her hands in my ashes
Caroline I am outside
Fighting to reach you tonight
Caroline don’t say goodbye
I’m still alive
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