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Walking Away So Blue
04:18
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What you hate's gonna help you the most
I'm not living anymore with a shadowy ghost
Today I gotta to find some little extra grit
and give myself some leg room in case I want to quit
I want to fly to you at light speed and
give you everything you need
You can say whatever you like
and I'll move on with my shattered life
It’s not `bout chewing the chain
Today’s about surviving the rain
Tomorrow I will finally hear the choir
and I'll always have you to admire
I'm stepping in my resale coat
I see the castle but I'm stuck in the moat
Look at everything we built
You can pretend to be true but you can't fake the guilt
I'm walking away so blue
You're Walking Away Blue Too
Fight or Flight,
We ran last night
But the road was never meant for us anyway
`round here it’s just torn-down bridges,
unfound riches and gas-burned ditches
It’s middle finger flown towards your friends
There’s nothing left here to exploit
way up in heaven or here in Detroit
My pride's too hurt to fake a cough
Your wings are clipped so you can't take off
I'm battery acid high minted in pure chrome
I like living in the ashes of Rome
I just need to find the body to exhume
My fading armor is now just a bad costume
I wanna gladly kiss you one last time
But I wouldn’t give Robin Hood a spare dime
I'm unraveling from this take and give
And I don't have the free will to be held captive
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2. |
Jane's Gone
04:31
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Janey was the perfect girl next store and
I can still picture her walking through out her screen door
But a storm rolled in and stole her away
Something she feared surely sealed her fate
Our flower girl that we loved is gone
Through the fire, and the bosk, and the frost
It's so clear, man, how could we forget?
Janey loved everyone she ever met
I know Janey’s folks they prayed real hard and
All the town was out looking for her car
we heard she got into a Chevy that day
but the cops said she's only “runaway”
Rising up.. Then we cry
Falling down is such a crime
There's no recovering from any of this pain
Who would snuff out her sacred flame?
Seems like such a shame
Why do some of us just blow in the wind?
And then they to blame us for their same old sins
How could a candle get snuffed out so quick?
And why do some of us get the short end of the stick?
Nothing’s sacred for us every day
When a friend of yours can just melt into the purple haze
Everything changed, and nothing stays the same
`cause we can’t take away that summer day
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3. |
Pieces
05:03
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In my dream I was a shivering blue snake
I only lived where rock lines quake
And now am resting forever near an ancient lake
In the distance the owl spoke to me
but he didn't dare leave his mangled tree
I ran to the rabbi and asked “Will you pray for me?”
Then you rose up with your scorpion's knife
and saved me when you shone your light
I’m born again `cause you saved my life
In my dream I wanted more
I tasted the white dust on the desert floor
I gorged myself but then I lost everything
Our story would end at dawn
We'd circle the blue sky in an arc and were gone
We’d head into the wind and turn away from the sun
I crawled to you on my knees
and fell to pieces
I gave up and finally found peace
We want to be strong like bears
But in the end our teeth only tear
We want to stand up tall
But crawl away when the shadows fall
You used to fly
So high in the sky
One million miles high
But you wanted more
So I knocked down your door
Shattered like a glass on your floor
In my dream I was a shivering blue snake
I only lived where rock lines quake
And now am resting forever near an ancient lake
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Teen zeen…
Clean jeans
Cars, bars and broken hearts
Fine line..thrill pill
Grow, know and fall apart
You grew...away today
Glossed frost on our frozen parts
I lie stoned alone
My dream’s theme is so real
We don’t know a soul
But if we stay here
We could drink beer
I barely know the host
but his 1st wife
painted this still life
Smart heart
So old
Stripe whipped and getting burned twice
Away today...
Prick sick
Greave and leave with a fresh start
Around, around, around,
Here we go again
A round, around
Here we go
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5. |
Happy Pills
03:51
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Let’s just say…
I'm a real simple dude
I wear my heart on my sleeve…
I’m no fool
I swallow happy pills to fight the blues
So sad to say…
I’ve seen you swallow your share too
I guess what it is I'm struggling to say
is: “In the end you gotta pay”
So don’t believe a word they say
Even if I have to spend my last dime
I’ll swallow happy pills all the time
I’m just waiting at the back of the line
My best friend tripped on the tracks
The rest of us want fable not fact
Our flowers bloom and the Spring comes slow
While blue hearts paint the Michigan snow
A toast to all our crazy foes…
A toast to all our highs and lows…
and everything in between…
Get shared but is never seen…
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6. |
Rusty Hardware
04:24
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This is your only life!
You better grab what you can get
You're always sleeping next to me
with more than a little regret
We’ve been cooked like a steaks
not even given time to breathe
We've been butchered like a lambs
In our hour of peril and need
We jumped out our windows when
we saw the stains of our broken tears
We took a good lashing
drowning away in a puddle of our lonely fears
Like shadows we melted away
and fought our war-torn bloody crusade
That’s how barely escaped
when we fled that bullet-torn cavalcade
They patched us up with rusty parts
when they broke up our hearts
Yes our souls
can drift away… but we will never be apart
Our tenuous connection
was always a single thread
Now we’re sitting at that table
and we feel so underfed
The logs in the fire
are charred down to ash
We searched everywhere but we never found your
weapons cache
If we survive the crush
the healing will break our stubborn wills
We tried to roll the heaviest rocks
But stumble when we hit a bump in the hill
Now our lives are just broken parts
our pride became our biggest foes
In the end we were just painted faces
Steering nasty habits down Thunder Road
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7. |
Livin’ with a Ghost
04:12
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Seventeen…
too young to know much better
so you drop your crosses and
step over your fallen sisters
Grasp your flames
And keep the embers deep in your pocket
Own your dreams
and fill his casket with your flowers
Stand alone…
but don't ever leave out through the back door
The Truth
What would it do?
It’s the ghost inside you
You're so blue… So blue
Back then our love was easy
What’s gone is never free
That’s what it's like livin’ with a ghost
We took the time to look back now
What’s promised is always a vow
That’s what it's like livin’ with a ghost
So I return
to her blue shrine every Autumn
and pass my memories
besieged with her forsaken sorrows
and on days when it does get dark
sometimes the clouds will drift apart
nails claw through the canvas rain
painted with cigarettes stains
She stands alone…
but never leaves through the screen door
The Truth
What would it do?
It’s the ghost inside you
You're so blue…
So blue
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8. |
Kick in the Ass
03:30
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You said tomorrow’s
gonna be gold but we disagree
I think we’ve all prayed enough to
Turn our backs on the saints we can see
The “bright lights” of our leader’s sins
Dredge up the monsters within
We’re seen enough to understand
that we’ll never be free
We’re only here to spit up our precious blood
on your dirty sleeves
So now we plan to bust up your life
and rub your wounds with salt
Any chance you could put down your idiotic thoughts
and just act like a normal adult?
Someday we'll grow up and
become ugly bigots too
And we’re thinking we’ll do the same things
to them that we got from you
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground
Backwards and forwards, round and round;
It’s past high time that you left town
Here’s we go again
The treadmill comes around
We cover our ears
and don’t hear a sound
What we’re all losing
Can never be found
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9. |
Senseless Circus
03:23
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Dying at these crossroads…
it’s hard to think straight
and I fear we’re pulling up the stakes
of this senseless circus too late
You got a red cape
and I got a dark dusty cowl
But it’s so hard to live in this town
When you don’t want me around
1000 times a night
I wanna get up and leave
and I see you grasping
at my white walls to believe
You know I’ll wait for you
Is it worth waiting for me?
How much shit can we go through?
and can we find a reason to believe?
Darlington City’s only 100 miles away
and tomorrow’s not just another day
Your dad says
he doesn’t want you to go
But these rusty wheels
just got to know
and I just can’t bare
to hear you say “no”
Is it worth waiting for me?
How much shit can we go through?
and can we find a reason to believe?
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10. |
Flock o’ Fakes
04:11
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This broken saddle holds a hippie burnout mercenary
ready to disappear one last time into the dusty prairie
I just met a biker chick who smells like opium
I wanna be her friendly giant who says "Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum"
But she wouldn't put her fingers on my teeny-weeney wick
even after I cried out "I'll be your favorite lunatic!"
How many lies does it take?
And how many will put their lives at stake?
And when will we ever wake?
I’m starting to see that we’re all a flock o` fakes
My sickness…
I tried to tell ya,”hey, it’s only temporary”
But y’all will get no apologies on rose-scented stationery
But no worries…
that angel's checking now for my obituary
Looking for preacher's son who's lost his faith in The Virgin Mary
I’m just an average dude
who used to be just like you
I’ll take any cure that’ll help all of us all get through
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