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Everyone Is a Hired Gun
02:25
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Everyone Is a Hired Gun
Caught in a flash.
Stopped in his tracks.
There's a man with his head hung low
with a burlap sack on his back.
They told him that he'd never get out,
he would never be seen again.
They drew the end of the line,
turned their clocks out of time,
I got ahead of myself this...
time was diminishing.
Everyone is a hired gun and I've got nothing left
to lose. If you lose yourself there can be
no going back.
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Bloom
05:39
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Bloom
At first light, I found my baby girl,
swept away by a decent man.
I'm in a panic with my two divided hands,
one's on the bottle, while the other mutes my mouth.
Tell me something good, that I can understand,
that everyone's got time, tell me life is fair.
Another year, and my legs still shake
Steadily, I'm losing pace.
Please pull me out of bed, sing no sorrows for me yet,
and I'll bloom instead.
Recoil, recall, recover the second act.
We went out in a blaze, we're all gone in a flash.
Disillusioned by our day dreams,
woken up by the deafening disappointment of..
Another hour, lying on my back,
complacently, I'm losing track of
Another year, and my legs still shake
Steadily, I'm losing pace.
Please pull me out of bed, sing no sorrows for me yet,
and I'll bloom instead.
The damage in my head, 'til it burns red,
dark enough to see the light in me.
I'm erasing to a blank page,
deconstructing every melodic phrase.
Forget the faces from these photographs,
forget the words I said, I want them back.
What's in a name, what's in a name?
I don't feel the same, are we still the same?
Another year, and my legs still shake
Steadily, I'm losing pace.
Please pull me out of bed, sing no sorrows for me yet,
and I'll bloom instead.
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The Child with the Loudest Mouth
I am revolving, an engine running that hasn't started.
Is it my fault, that nothing's changing?
I wouldn't blame you, if you left me now.
You're all I've wanted, but given the choices
I just couldn't risk to lose you completely.
What makes a man cradle his worth?
Is it by strength or the weight of his heart?
What makes the truth actually fact?
Is it by faith or the size of the flock,
or the child with the loudest mouth?
I am returning, like the second coming,
or a post war fall-out. What have I gotten myself into?
Is there anyone out there with this sinking feeling?
So disappointed, as the market plummets below.
What makes a man cradle his worth?
Is it by strength or the weight of his heart?
What makes the truth actually fact?
Is it by faith or the size of the flock,
or the child with the loudest mouth?
Oh my Love, where have you gone?
Am I too fleeting to father the load?
Oh my soul, where did you go?
Is it too late to be born again?
A one time resurrection.
I am repeating, I still foster that old sin,
I'm still looking to mend it.
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Left Is Right
05:51
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Left Is Right
The heretics want my blood.
You would think they've had enough of it.
The girls I dated, must dream of Satan,
cause he's a dashing and discerning man.
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
The Jesus freaks aren't thumping Bibles,
most times they never speak to me.
I'm not saying I'm undecided,
just who are you to answer for me?
If all the time that I've invested
keeps me broke and gets me nowhere,
then I'll keep going, happy knowing
I'm not afraid to live alive (a lie).
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
What if right is left, and the feeling's gone?
What is it to you, the voice I use?
God spare the little boy,
inside of me, he's filled with greed.
Lord, I'm a sorry mess
how I've regressed, so hung up on my dreams.
I could be somebody,
take a shot at me, I'm such a willing target.
This line's a weighted hook,
it's an unread book,
that's being twisted and mispronounced.
What if left is right, and the writing's wrong?
What is it to you, the choice I choose?
What if right is left, and the feeling's gone?
What is it to you, the voice I use?
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Act Casually
03:40
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Act Casually
I've been feeling nostalgic, and you know it's tragic,
I've been fixing my loose ends, by cutting them off.
I buried my old friends in boxes below my bed,
as good as dead.
Back in the beginning when we were still with it
and life felt like living, not just spinning tops.
Our prospects were still good, well balanced as equals,
until carelessness tipped the scales.
Consequence has a way, at tearing at the
Seems like I needed a change,
Didn't want one, but I took it and gave it all had,
Now I'm a dad, and I'm doing what I can.
My love is a paycheck, all my loved ones have checked out,
I can't find those boxes, to bring them back.
But I remember when, I still had these choices,
now there's just three mouths, and a reason to show up.
You've got someone on the side,
Big, bold, Navy eyes,
and I've gotta foot the bill, cause I couldn't get my fill.
but trust me, I'm full.
I bought you that wedding ring
to fulfill the American dream.
Find our place with the middle class,
What was I supposed to do when you left?
Act casually, as a casualty in the suburban war?
Say anything!
Communication is the key to success.
One step forward on the road to regret.
I gave it all and I want it back,
I lost it all and I want you back.
Act casually.
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Jenny
03:46
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Jenny
I howl with the wind,
I'm not making any sense of anyone.
Everyone is mad, it's really not so bad.
I'm afraid of being right, about what keeps me up at night,
I've lost my mind.
I'm afraid of being wrong,
that I could harbor so much doubt with the one that I love.
Jenny's found a new man.
Jenny's got a new plan.
If you're telling me the truth, it ain't doing me no good.
Unless it's understood, and you feel the pains of the proof,
the labor of the land in the palm of my hand.
Jenny's found a new man.
Jenny's got a new plan.
Me and the weather, we stick together like birds in a fray,
purging our feathers.
What was lost for today, tomorrow won't bother,
what's out of our hands, we don't understand.
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Be True
03:28
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Be True
I woke up today, the same daily routine,
I saw a face in the mirror, and tried to wash him away.
His eyes were swollen, his hair was graying too,
It's not getting any better, so what should I do?
Someday you'll find someone to love,
Someone who is kind and endearing.
That doesn't mean they'll love you at all.
I want you
to be true.
I want you
to be true to me.
You know the old story,
the boy falls for a girl,
they exchanged letters as schoolmates,
he was her first kiss.
His eyes were wide, her hair was long,
and now she's engaged to marry,
so what should I do?
Someday you'll find someone to love,
Someone who is kind and misleading.
Until you do, keep your feet on the ground,
your head in the clouds.
I want you
to be true.
I want you
to be true to me.
I button my collar,
I straighten my tie,
I'm still writing you letters,
with hope you'll reply.
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She Loves Me Not
04:20
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She Loves Me Not
Maybe she loves me, maybe she don't.
Maybe she'll love me, maybe she won't.
I should have waited. No, I should have left.
Maybe she loves me, not.
Something woke me up today,
song birds in an opal sky.
Something swept me off my feet,
lead me straight through that swinging door.
Back where I started, earnest for truth.
I thought about a new life, but this suits me fine.
Maybe she loves me, maybe she don't.
Maybe she'll love me, maybe she won't.
I should have waited. No, I should have left.
Maybe she loves me, not.
The train arrived a little late,
you stood by the tracks.
You were there with a school friend, in a short plaid skirt.
I just wanna be with you, the best I know how.
I'm not talking about love, just a four letter word.
Maybe I love you, maybe I don't.
Maybe I'll love her, maybe I won't.
I should've waited. No, I'm glad I left.
Maybe she loves me, not.
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What am I Doing with My Life?
The sign says: "No Stopping",
and for a moment there, I couldn't...
Wait for the ending, I just move my hands,
and get started.
We could've had that slice of pie,
a couple kids, an honest life,
but you didn't understand.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the tree,
but only one of the three has two broken wings.
If I am for you, as you are for me,
would you let me go, would you set me free,
or wait for my greatest escape?
What am I doing with my life?
The market I'm in for, is it groceries or loose living?
The what-ifs seem endless, like a passenger train at a junction.
How many people do I know, took the long and narrowed road, and made it?
How many still believe it now, after watching the other half be successful?
A bird in the hand is worth two in the tree,
but only one of the three has two broken wings.
If I am for you, as you are for me,
would you let me go, would you set me free?
I'd rather die, than never take flight.
What am I doing with my life?
The farmer and his wife purchased a plot to die.
It was written with moral code, and just the right size to go.
Pre-meditated loss, or unabashedly better off?
We toil and tare the land, until we're taken back home again.
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I Didn't Wanna Stay Here
06:21
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I Didn't Wanna Stay Here
How long 'til songs that we're singing become overplayed?
How long 'til the war that we're waging, outweighs the lives that we've saved?
How long will the politicians lobby our interests, then change?
How long will we sit here waiting, when all we do is complain?
And from the start, I knew we had it wrong.
And from the start, we knew it all along.
Didn't wanna stay here, didn't wanna stay.
Judy puts on her old jean jacket to cover up her tattoos,
the constant struggle to be accepted, and to love herself.
She quit drinking the week before last to regain self control.
Now she spends the weekend, shaking, staring at her phone.
And for a while, we lived our separate lives.
Never minding when the answers were not found.
Didn't wanna stay here, but I love wasting my time.
I still stare at my open window, paralyzed by regret.
I think of all my friends and my family, successful and newlywed.
Me and Judy, we had such a good thing, best friends attached at the hip,
so obsessed with the competition, we did each other in.
How long will we wait for it?
How long will we waste for it?
How long? How long?
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More Than Skies Brooklyn, New York
Angsty Folk-Rock born & bred in NY.
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