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Bag of Bones
02:15
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You're the curse that never goes away
And I swear every time that I'm better off this way
Talking to you like I am alone
And I know
And you know too
If I lay my head upon your guillotine will I be holy will I become evergreen
Pruning in your waters are you wet yet
I'm a tough crowd you're a joke I'll never get
No one told me marriage is a bag of bones
I'm a ghost for no reason because no one's ever home
When I lay my head upon your guillotine everybody wants to get a ticket to see
I do it all of the time for you
I do it all of the time for you
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2. |
Traveler
03:24
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What am I fighting for
Is it yellow or is it gold
I'm a traveler traveling north
Going home to be consoled
Lost my keys and my state ID
Plan B, for me, there is none
Common sense and extra change
I've changed and I hope you find some
I can't tell just what is real
But it's bigger than you and it's bigger than me too
You know I 'd rather be damned growing old where I am
I'm living off of the land, drinking rain and eating sand
Found a dog that looks just like me
ET or Flea I think I'll name him
We'll watch the night fade into day
They'll say we're strays until we've made it
I can't tell just what is real
But it's bigger than you and it's bigger than me too
Celebrating everyday
Celebrating everyday
Celebrating everyday
Celebrating everyday
Celebrating everyday
Celebrating everyday
Fuck the world and come what may
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3. |
Red
03:52
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Eduardo wears a little locket on his chest
No bigger than a thimble
Wired copper cutting diamonds on his skin
But there's nothing in the middle
I couldn't hear a sound
Though the running of the bulls ran past my house
No I'm not a matador but I'll make do
I'll wear red for you
I'll wear red for you
Eduardo's training changing every time he wakes up
I wouldn't dare to stop it
Velvet tracksuit and a tattoo that says, "Taurus"
His new horns look delightful
I couldn't hear a sound
Though the running of the bulls ran past my house
No I'm not a matador but I'll make do
I'll wear red for you
I'll wear red for you
I won't get caught in the middle
I won't get caught in the middle
Pamplona, don't ask me why
I couldn't hear a sound
Though the running of the bulls ran past my house
No I'm not a matador but I'll make do
I'll wear red for you
I'll wear red for you
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I am blindly walking nowhere with my 7:30 smile
And I'm wondering what you're doing I haven't seen you in awhile
Swimming through different seas
I hope you're swimming towards me too
Please recognise my face
It only rains when someone's crying
Well I put my shirt on backwards as I walked down the highway
I am waiting for tomorrow like I waited for today
I miss the way I was
I miss the way that I was happy
Will you remember me
Will you remember how we used to be
You know it's all because
I'm sitting on your shelf
And I'm losing all of your games
And I'm pretending it's all the same
Just think before you look so insincere
It's better when you're here
It's always better when you're here
I always wish you were here
All my days are rearranging
All my nights they seem so slow
You say you're oh so tired of leaving
But all you seem to do is go
Where you just playing house
When the sun goes down will you get called in for dinner
I'll wait here every night
Just to see the sun and how it hits you
You know it's all because
I'm sitting on your shelf
And I'm losing all of your games
And I'm pretending it's all the same
Just think before you look so insincere
It's better when you're here
It's always better when you're here
I always wish you were here
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5. |
Benedictine Interlude
00:42
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6. |
Mt. Saint Paul
03:25
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You have perfect timing
Yesterday was so exciting
I'll be whatever you want me to be
Adorn myself with sin
But my skin healed over it
You're like springtime in October
21 has found me sober
I drag my heels
Growing old beside the fountain of youth
The water knows me well but the well it knows me best
I'm spinning in and out of line
You know it happens all the time
Pharisee, you won't convince me
I'm a stranger in your city
I'm running now and the road just keeps on asking me why
I'm painting walls
Doing work on an abandoned house
This time I know it's real
Pick and choose what things to feel
I'm spinning in and out of line
You know it happens all the time
I'm spinning in and out of line
You know it happens all the time
Up on Mt. Saint Paul
You can have it all
Up on Mt. Saint Paul
You can have it all
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7. |
Dogs of Hell
04:13
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The Dogs of hell run 'round the ravaged city
When they prowl they hunt and gather
Feeding like they've known no other master
Their tongues on fire for nothing but right now, right now
I wanna be a Dog of Hell with bulging ribs
Hips aligned and fine tuned hearing
Greeting everyday with howling laughter
To bark and then to bite the hand I hold, I hold
Run, run, run
Run my silver tongue
Everything I say won't mean much anyway
Run, run, run 'til I'm on my knees
I belong to me
I'm forever free
The Hellscape is my home it's worn and clay red
Death is living here beside me
Today I saw the devil, he was praying
"My lamb", he said, "repent and do not fear, I'm here"
Salvation is no life for dogs like you and me
We're the gods of being godless
you know sometimes I wished I believed in Jesus
but forget it
Where is he
forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
Run, run, run
Run my silver tongue
Everything I say won't mean much anyway
Run, run, run 'til I'm on my knees
I belong to me
I'm forever free
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Brennan Wedl Nashville, Tennessee
NYC wench rock
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