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Kirk Camoron
02:31
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closed off an operation
i’m standing close enough to hear
i drop the pen from my nervous hand
let go way too soon. how soon is measured
how soon is measured in numbers
figures lie, i can't react without turning my eyes
are full of self-satisfaction, you don't know this
i'm not telling you anything you want to hear
systems hold us down, do you wanna hear this?
don't want it, makes me sick
how can i know that you're not gonna fuck me right back
when i turn around and walk away and leave this room
is colder than a thousand slurpees poured down my back
at home, i take off my clothes and drift to sleep
i don't wanna.... leave.... anymore
make it worth my time and try to dissect this
when i say i want, i want, i want
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2. |
Better Things
01:45
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the seven hour trip is worth it
this time, no more waiting not on our terms
a quarter-century's worth of fear and disappointment
is a money-shot load carried alone, carried alone
go it alone...
pack your bags, you got better things to do
open hand, chop it off
- this time no more waiting, this time, no more hands outs
- this time, I take on more than I can swallow in one sitting
you’re calling me out but you’re not saying much
run your mouth but I’m not there
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3. |
Trey
02:29
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what's today, what's tomorrow, what's the use
i move on to gain a new perspective
i can barely wait until i move to another part of…
i can barely wait until this new objective takes me
down the wire, and gain a filter (to know the way)
i made a mistake, i made a mistake
- this will have to wait, for now I want to enjoy the moment
I hold my smile, I hold my smile back from killing you
- and now it's gotta pay, the road moves over to your maker
and it burns inside, thrown out and floating down the river now
take me down the river, i wanna take a swim
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4. |
Folk Song
01:26
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summer sun setting in
i miss the hum of the air conditioned situation
i can't think underneath all this sweat
am i alone with all these friends
do they like me for me?
can i offer something immediate and clear
no, no, no
the store was closed when i got there
i needa get my 24 oz of information
buy this now, join the demonstration
the crane above picks me up alive
take me back home tonight
and i'll sit in your dirty kitchen corner
and clean this counter for you, turn me on
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5. |
4:49
02:50
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learn to hold it back, ya gotta curb it or shut your mouth completely
and neatly you fold like a deck of cards, like a mess about to fall apart completely
close the circle, you're letting the cancer out
close the circle, you're not the only one around
no more late-night drop-in check-ups and staying up 'till dawn breaks
i drive home half awake at the wheel, another morning spent blocking out the sweet old sun
blockin' out, blockin', blockin' out
close the circle, you're letting the cancer out
close the circle, you're not the only one around
sorry for not feeling sorry anymore
let's throw contentment out the door
give me something to do, give me something to live against
give me meaning, i wanna destroy you
i'm not here so don't leave a message
i'm not here so don't bother comin' and knockin' at all
i'm not so don't leave a message
i won't read it at all
your words are empty but I still drink it anyway
your words are empty but I still drink it anyway
your words are poison but i still drink it anyway
your words are poison but i still drink it up
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6. |
Cut the Braid
03:32
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the answers in the pavement and the tower has crumbled
so reach out and let go
the braid is now tangled, time to cut it off completely
singing an old song today with friends you see anymore
something's better than nothing
cut the braid, cut the shit
kill the act, reach out and let go
stick the message back in the bottle
nothing tells me it's worth reading anyway
the board is used up, throw it out with all the other counterfeits
kill the act, reach out and let go
singing an old song today because there's nothing left to say
i sing a new song, i sing a new song, i sing a new song
because i still have things to say
stick the message back in the bottle
nothing tells me it's worth reading anyway
singing an old song today
with friends you see anymoresomething's better than nothing
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7. |
The First
03:11
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its the first of the year
i want it to be perfect
smoother than a fresh damp shave
the walk is longer than what it usually is
and i wonder how i can spend the day
sitting on the park bench i smoke a cigarette
first and only of the year that may be
sitting on the park bench
not feeling the same i did seven years ago
on the first
2 weeks tomorrow done and finished
what does perfect mean to you?
5 am morning drive
i drop my friend off at the airport
and watch em walk between moving doors
sour blister on my tongue
i take a drink from a day old cup --
choke it down, choke it down
it’s the first of year and I want it to be perfect
every passing moment well captured
the glow of a burning building on san Gabriel and broadway
gathers a crowd in the evening
in the evening, I cut out the waiting
get up and leave, it’s time to go
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Yaba
02:29
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you say you found the truth on your side
no more holding back and onto past lies
pull back the veil to see what you’ve been missing
you are my master of disguise,
the after-hour guest kept waiting in the living room
just keep on waiting
twiddle your thumbs for a few more minutes, stare at flowers on the wall
pattern pretty and just made ready, family pictures in the hall
the smell of eggs burning in the other room in bloom, it leaves a stain
the color’s fading and the smell of home eventually disappears
I can’t make out the thought you had
maybe it’s not meant for me to hear and ponder upon
can you show me what I’ve been missing
it’s too soon to notice the damage that’s been done to you
I can’t get rid of the blur
the color’s fading, left in the 80’s,
the smell of eggs burning in the other room
an afternoon of surfing the black and white tv set
stare at flowers left to rot, jump the gun before the show
can you show me what I’ve been missing
- quiet mornings here no longer
- the smell of home eventually disappears
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9. |
Who's Watching
02:12
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let me take this picture, hold it close and make it last
bury it back in the shoebox, forget it, forget it
let me take this picture, make it last a lifetime
i want you to want me at my best at all times
there's room for asking
how can it change, how can i change
running out of things to talk about
watch me finish you off
what should i expect, anything less
less than zero, less is more
just, just give me a chance to be what i want to live for
and tell me all the answers
there's room for asking, there's room for entertainment
there's room for action, there's room for asking
there’s room for action, there’s room for action,
there’s room for asking, there’s room for entertainment
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10. |
Slippy
01:49
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I left my watch at home. should I go back and get it
at least I still have my phone but I feel so naked without my watch
I know I don’t really need a reason why
I don’t have anywhere to be, I’m not important
I hope someone calls me, I guess no one really needs this
stupid piece of shit who left his watch at home on the window sill
I set it down and told myself I would remember this
time will be the last morning I forget my
precious little timekeeping device
I feel a little cold, it’s afternoon and there’s breeze
the sun is hiding. I wish I brought a jacket
I hope I don’t catch anything from being a patient little boy in your hands
like a plaything or a pet, don’t play games I’m a person with feelings and
regret every sad fucking moment in your short pathetic life
is nothing but a flash, a spark, a fire hidden away
deep down, you think you’ve really found a way
we all find a way, get out of my way
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11. |
Altar Boy
03:21
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is there something behind me
lookin' over your shoulder, read the punchline written on the wall
i stare straight, unfocused. now's just not the time, i won't break
i hate you when i'm bored
i need to stretch my legs, that yellow hand is ticking so slowly
what's so hard about being clear?
why can't i hear you? isn't that what you wanted so desperately
you make me feel so slow, i can't match your pace
tell me what i did, oh tell me
is there something looking over my shoulder
take a seat in my mental room, hey, ho, hey, ho
i hate you when i'm bored when i'm happy too long
and i know it's gotta end
i wanna spit in your cup and serve it, you only deserve the best
i wanna stay your altar boy
what's the purpose, what's the damage
tell me what i did, oh tell me
it doesn't get any better, i'm not on the same
i'm not on the same level as you
(i'm not anything like your point of view)
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12. |
Marshall
03:34
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it's my hand that i swing back and forth
hope i don't hit you, don't say i didn't tell you
it's my throat, a lump that can't be swallowed
when will it dry out (and be)
no longer a nuisance but a part of me?
it's nice to have a quiet moment
it's nice to smile when the door's about the close
in front of the mirror, i can't change much so i
surround myself with higher people
it's my game, how can i lose a round
buried in the backyard
it's my game, how can i lose a round
fuck, turn off the lights again
cos i've lost it, lost it, lost it, lost this game
why open a wound that's almost been healed?
choose to smile as you walk off the stage and ya go..
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