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The Island
02:47
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Your teeth are so sharp, we're proud of you.
And all your clever jokes at my expense.
Without a second thought you just stab and chew.
Portraits of consumption and arrogance.
Go ahead pick my bones clean in this island, apocalypse scene.
We emerged from the caves so lucky for me.
We take life from this place triumphantly.
A record time from birth to kill, it ain't cruel if there's stomachs to fill.
You don't own the farm, it just pays the bills.
Our mouths are bloody but our conscience is clear,
You can't see the fire or the smoke from here.
You don't quite belong, what's a wrench doing here in the gears?
Go ahead pick my bones clean in this island, apocalypse scene.
We emerged from the caves so lucky for me.
We take life from this place triumphantly.
Our mouths are bloody but our conscience is clear,
You can't see the fire or the smoke from here.
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2. |
When I Fell
04:34
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Walking down this empty street with a story to tell.
Walking down this empty street when I fell.
It could have been the drinking, it could have been the night.
It could have been the fact you told me twice.
My bones they shattered and the tears fell.
One of the gifts that brings me home I sent straight to hell.
In the doctor's chair I looked as foolish as I had ever been,
In the doctor's chair I felt as foolish as I had ever been.
So sorry I'm angry, so sorry I'm scared.
So sorry there's no answers here.
Some days I feel the way just like I felt before,
Some days the light is gone and that tunnel has no door.
My bones they shattered and the tears fell.
One of the gifts that brings me home I sent straight to hell.
In the doctor's chair I looked as foolish as I had ever been,
In the doctor's chair I felt as foolish as I had ever been.
Now that summer's gone the concrete is cold,
It seems so quick to learn when I've taken so long,
And gotten so damn old.
I'll limp the way from here and curse between my breath,
I'd blame somebody else but all of me knows,
This is what I get.
My bones they shattered and the tears fell.
One of the gifts that brings me home I sent straight to hell.
In the doctor's chair I looked as foolish as I had ever been,
In the doctor's chair I felt as foolish as I had ever been.
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3. |
How Many Graves
01:57
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How many graves speak to you?
How many people have gone down?
Cold blood is colder when it's your sister, your brother, your town.
But you still stand up and hold your ground.
How many graves speak to you?
Stole all the meaning from your name.
Cold blood is colder when there's deep scars, dark curses, ones to blame.
But you stand on two feet just the same.
Break the bread, bring the circus to the city,
Build your monuments to last.
I read somewhere that the center simply cannot hold,
But we see it holding fast.
How many graves speak to you?
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Self Care Program
02:32
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There's a sidewalk and a street.
There's a place we could meet.
But we choose our homes.
Isolation, and our TV's soft, soft glow.
There's a bottle and it's getting emptied.
There's a cigarette and me.
I know I shouldn't but I've been thinking about my mom,
And all that's gone wrong.
I should wake up and make myself known.
But I guess I gotta drive home.
It hurts to live here sometimes.
But these choices were all mine.
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5. |
Say Much
02:55
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I knew before you closed the door,
I knew it was time to go.
Sometimes the seed is so cold,
You knew that it wouldn't grow.
The body's been what the sea has always been,
What is cast under will rage up, to once again be seen.
Until it's over. It will soon be over.
All the pages of local papers, they don't say much anymore.
All our faces, personal stages, we don't say much anymore.
We don't say much anymore.
You said I'm around the corner, I said I'm up the street.
So maybe not this time but next time we can meet.
For a coffee or a beer, we'll close our mouths and be all ears.
Until it's over. It will soon be over.
All the pages of local papers, they don't say much anymore.
All our faces, personal stages, we don't say much anymore.
We don't say much anymore.
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We Don't Get To Choose
02:48
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We don't get to choose how we're brought into the fold,
The stories that we're told.
We don't get to choose, another blank slate.
Another shade of grey.
And I know we're not OK.
We see the evidence everyday.
We don't get to choose the burdens that we bear,
The how, the why, the where.
We don't get to choose the method or the way,
Our privileges, our place.
And I know we're not OK.
We see the evidence everyday.
And I know we're not OK.
We see the evidence everyday.
We see the stain and look the other way.
And I know we're not.
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This Is Dan Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Recordings from a Philadelphia basement. Keep an eye out for one another, stay positive.
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