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Broken Windows
03:12
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The windows are broken, the wires are dead
Sweet sorrows unspoken, the blood’s running red
The winds find a way to unsettle the wood
And the rats in the alley just scatter for good
My friends have now left, what’s now left for me
But some air, no peace, and a gun aimed right at me
But the flood and the fire, the breakdown of trust
The shakedown reaction to do so much worse than you must
My friends have now left, what’s now left for me
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2. |
Talesmith
03:18
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I’m gonna tell you a tale
Of weighty lore to tip the scale
With a moral of story
Full of figures who fight to fail
So put your money down here
Come over, lend me an ear
I’ll tell you ‘bout the wars I’ve seen
Tell you what I did in a year
I taught a panda to fight back
I put the grail in my backpack
I spent a day in the station
I bought a bean from a boy Jack
I rode a tiger to Bangkok
I tried a potion to unlock
All the wonders of a mortal man
I forced political deadlock
I’m singing a story for cheaper
I’m dishing them out to dig deeper
I bury, I burrow, I polish or cut
All acts I perpetrate are nothing but
Imagination’s indulgence
A fantasy with endorphins
Make it up as I go along
Tall tales and wild notions
I played the part of a good friend
I saw it all through to the end
I’m faithful, your confidant me
My will is of iron, it won’t bend
I made a home in the Great Wall
I put an end to the strip mall
I found a cure for the cancer
I smoked a lion to show gall
I built an army of small birds
I killed to decipher absurd
I picked a fight with a Cyllus
I broke a handful of records
I’m a wanderer down by the sea
I follow my whims, I lived in a tree
I keep all my memories, pruned to fill out
And I’m planting the seed
I’m singing a story for cheaper
I’m dishing them out to dig deeper
I bury, I burrow, I polish or cut
All acts I perpetrate are nothing but
Matters of inconsequence
Platters of incident accidents
Morsel-like moments of perchance
And tokens of happenstance
You can have it today
Don’t need a relay
You can have it in trade
For regret if you stayed
You can have it today
Don’t need a relay
You can have it in trade
For regret if you stayed
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3. |
Duty Bound
02:45
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They can’t break me;
But, I can’t leave:
I’m duty-bound.
But, I’d rather be
At home in bed
With the one I love. Instead
I’m picking fights with people
I’ve no beef with.
They can’t break me;
But, I can’t leave:
I’m duty-bound.
But, I’d rather be
At home & housebroken.
Where things are certain.
& the worst day there
Is better than the best day here.
They can’t break me;
But, I can’t leave:
I’m duty-bound.
But, I’d rather be...
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4. |
Just About Time
04:35
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It’s just about time that I got it all straight
Filled the prescription and just swallowed the bait
Picked up a routine and just followed a plan
Just saw it unravel, you can understand
It’s just about time that I figured you’re wrong
That I saw that all in it just couldn’t belong
You know if you spin it, we’re all soaking wet
With the water your mission still couldn’t hold yet
It’s just about time you replaced your pail
The water like reason leaks when you fail
At times when it’s left it seeps anyway
In the morning it’s empty, all primed for decay
It’s just about time I took care of it all
Stopped lining myself up and waiting to fall
Cropped all the edges and edited too
Burned the remains and then I mailed it to you
It’s just about time that you opened the letter
Scattered the ashes of I can’t forget her
In your compost of scraps in your garden of life
What’s meant as you map your way out in the night
It’s just about time that I become a fighter
Full time in an essence, a wordsmith igniter
Few lines from a rage for a dose of insanity
Placed upon stages to enact humanity
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Mechanical
03:45
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Mechanical grabbers and beady gray eyes
Wasted he stammers, so needy for thighs
If lucky they giggle and wiggle away
Dismiss him as old, as if helpless that way
Come give me your funnies, tied to the worthless
Living on money to spit as she curses
A fool like no other, she crowds other spaces
I’m running for cover, escaping her chases
Hey you in your hat and your fickle obscenities
Little of tact in your drug tale amenities
Crowding the table, you sound so absurd
Tossed on the ground around Forest and Third
Yeah, one former friend with abundant surprise
For women with beauty and wit in her eyes
So oddly disfigured by doubt and psychosis
Sicker for light and dark nights full of poses
And he with stencils, unlimited belly
Excesses of fictional mentals to sell, he
Just brings us a bit of his madness for nothing
And sings of a goddess who chokes on the stuffing
The neighbors across are just lost to the laugh
Rising up for the stew with their staff
Of infection, no magic, in blurred compromise
For the tiny steps end where the heart of it dies
But photos are captured, just look at him now
He’s a cow, but a bastard, who sits on the plow
If it mattered as much as it does to the rest
He’d just shatter the act and grow tired of less
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6. |
Wet Cigarette
03:50
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I feel like I’m lighting a wet cigarette
With a lamp only plugged in the dirt
I’m three degrees gone from the sense that I’m on
My way out from nothing to hurt
I’m somewhat fatigued by the subtle intrigue
With the way I cope with a loss
Of more purpose in life, in love with my stride
As if without accruing a cost
This engine runs well, but it’s just out of means
Of making its way out of town
For the auto’s on blocks, but it’s laden with locks
And the keys have all been melted down
I’d go to your show, but there’s something about it
There’s more but I can’t really say
Like it already happened or I lost the map
And I’ve fallen asleep anyway
I’m not really certain this paints you a picture
Or less that it draws a conclusion
Like an artist without any meaning or clout
Effectively displays an illusion
All I can add is that I’ll keep the plot
Just tucked away under my arm
And if no one’s around and I don’t make a sound
Then it certainly won’t cause an alarm
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7. |
The Killing
03:36
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Well it killed me to think that I’d done this to you
Unconscionable act of betrayal undue
In the silence of evenings in despair I boiled
Fearing the worst in regret tightly coiled
Destructive at least, suicidal at best
How could I engage in some defeating test
Of limits to locate a vain constitution
That undermines our peace and sees dissolution
Remorse ain’t enough, it’s just token you see
For the damage is permanent, deep within me
When the crossroads appeared, well, I didn’t think twice
Of the lifting I asked for of defeating vice
Again turned to the spirits for guidance and more
I’m forced to confront this and settle the score
With my conscience embattled, my soul is at stake
There’s so much to undo, deeper than mistake
Nearly breaking apart, I could take it no more
I was drowning and sicker, its target my core
And immersed, floating quicker, I long for the womb
Give my love to my people, I’m coming home soon
Now I’ve found not to act anymore
In jeopardy acts, killing what I adore
Our power for evil is lethal I’ve learned
So I’m changing direction before we get burned
Now I’m lifted, forgiven through narrow escape
I’ve had so many chances to humbly partake
In a wholesome existence, in love with my friends
Now I’m reborn, I’m living to kill never again
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8. |
Old Slip
06:58
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With little time to kill, with waiting but a form
Released a find upon the sill, the calm before the storm
Embraced did I so tight that I might finally make it out
The other side if carried right, the victory from the bout
Amidst a hollow mope and old yesterday security
Followed hope in a search of no mainstay purity
The man, the map, the legend stacked, again against the route
Outside a clap, a stand, the bend, all barely measured out
But once inside the meat was tossed off of the table
Left to rot, the greet, the star lost now, less a fable
Circled by tight smiles of wolves in the pack
The blood appetizer was I for their catch
But I pass, I release, I know all I’ve done wrong
At last I with some ease heed a call I do belong
To the group of those taking action as real
And a coup for those faking their traction to steal
With little time to kill, with waiting but a form
Released a find upon the sill, the calm before the storm
Embraced did I so tight that I might finally make it out
The other side if carried right, the victory from the bout
Amidst a hollow mope and old yesterday security
Followed hope in a search of no mainstay purity
The man, the map, the legend stacked, again against the route
Outside a clap, a stand, the bend, all barely measured out
All barely measured out
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The Hotwalls Detroit, Michigan
Four people with disparate tastes coming together together to make their own brand of indie-power-pop. The structures, both melodic and dynamic, are firmly rooted in their love of live performance...and you can hear it!
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