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Steadfast
01:39
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Ever so duly noted will be
the advice from a whore to be given to me.
You'll keep talking and I'll feign listening
Pretend I'm anything but listless.
Look what you're doing to me.
No, I don't hear a good friend. I hear you.
Gravedigger, where did our lives go?
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2. |
Old Thompson
04:44
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I've held hands with sobriety and it's left me falling.
I'm living for the weekend and it's fucking depressing.
This is the last goddamn night, I swear it this time,
That I'll struggle under those low campus lights,
Multiplying mistakes overturned.
Let's stop this repeating
Cliche binge-drinking weekend.
It's not doing for my self-esteem
What it did way back when I was seventeen.
Let's start this again.
I miss these chords I used to live by.
I miss my friends, feeling like shit the next morning.
It's just swimming under water and holding your breath.
We'll be destroyed, but never defeated.
Hold on to what we got left.
I've lived my life in the lion's mouth,
Without a thought of getting out.
I've lived my life in the lion's mouth,
Let's get out.
Once again I find myself in the middle of four conversations,
None involving me.
Everyone is trying to get laid.
Everyone is the goddamn same.
But I catch a hit of confidence from this last stiff vodka drink.
I won't sink, sink to the bottom of this drink,
I won't sink, sink to the bottom.
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3. |
Autumn
03:14
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We used to unite
In a peacloud haze of potsmoke
in the backseat of a Chrysler.
We were invincible,
We were inseparable,
Predictable, but comfortable.
Long days spent doing nothing,
or doing anything we could.
Forgetting it all by the morning.
But as the months grew long,
The tune we used to carry
became the song that went on too long.
And recently I've come to realize
That a sailed ship is bound to sink sometime
And all it ever comes down to
Is where in the sea it decides it's through.
But these days I used to look back on
with a fond enthusiasm?
Now I look back and I just cry.
We used to unite
In an empty locked up basement,
In a house where your parents
were 10 hours away.
We were young and we were fucked up.
Chasing promiscuity,
Shit decisions lauded by best friends.
But, oh, how it'd all come to an end.
So let's take one last ride
Down Laurel Heights Drive.
The lights are on, but no one's inside.
We'll ignore the cemetery in the backyard,
Head down over to the basement,
Bury our bodies in the concrete where this all started.
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4. |
Saint Patrick
03:06
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These days the ocean's been whiskey
And I've been a fish swimming in it
I dive down just to catch my breath
And you won't see me until the end of the weekend
Barely breathing
I'm well aware that this is the coward's way out,
but it's the only way I'll live through this moment.
And I know you're tired of hearing me slur your ears off,
but I need you here to hear my drunken laments.
Life is much more fascinating
When you're still drunk the next morning.
On that fucking awful day that you passed away,
I heard my mother and father say
That your death should serve us all as a lesson.
But it only served to remind us of how to feel hurt again.
Life would be much more promising if you were still alive the next morning.
There isn't a way to give name to today besides the politics of being lonely.
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5. |
Minnesota Scars
03:20
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You old wolf, you lost your fangs,
But you're still biting at my side
As we old elephants stagger off the cliffs to die.
While the rest of the counter culture vultures appearing live
They pack themselves into vans, tight jeans, turn the keys and just drive.
But I'll forever be an anthem addict and a rounder.
A whiskey drinker and a pavement pounder.
And just like that, the flawless fell to his mat.
With one offbeat stroke, the prize fighter fell on his back.
With six string fists and bass drum kicks we can knock them giants down.
They won't see anything coming till they're on the fucking ground.
Let's hear it one more time for the union
Between my heart and my head.
It's days like these that make me glad to be alive,
Even when I'm feeling so goddamn dead.
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