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We wrestle to concave and
buried the smoke in the sand.
We crossed the lines we never read between
or so it seems
And as we stormed the shores
We were met with the final score
The tide came with a fight
We tried to bark at its bite
But despite it all
I'll run back tonight
To the rivers of gold
Where I'll likely die
Just like before
They'll be nippin' at my heels
So I'll hit the floor
to see how it feels
And as the buildings crumbled
We tried expanding the bubble
But looked in shock by the "bang"
Cuz they never mentioned my name
And the god's we invented
Weren't quite as we intended
But we still fed them everyday
Lathered up and bathed expecting somehow for them to decay
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2. |
Wobbly Pop Sock Hop
05:00
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In the summer
We kept our throats cold
I was in love but you'd never know
We'd pass through our days and live out through the night
Passing out in the backyard and back seat make my back not right
Oh but we're such a sight
I choose to stay I've been put in my place
I've been talking wrong but keeping my pace
It's not what I say but in my approach
I go in for the kiss and then wash my mouth out with soap
and this shit tastes gross
I never knew what it meant
But it was just in the way that she said
"It's not how I expect things to begin...
Well maybe I should stay out of my head"
The well's runnin dry
But I'm working on nine
I'm running a fever but feeling alright
We'll move to the rooftop to clear the air
I wanna stare at those stars but there's only so much time to spare
I was just hoping that you'd care
My credits downgraded no confidence faded
Searching the world has long left me jaded
For once I am taller than i can stand
But you bring me back down by just the touch of your hand
I was hoping that you'd understand
I never knew what it meant
We'd rollover not to play dead
and I never wanted this to end I hope she stays out of her head
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Salty Kisses
03:19
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And I will sink
Into that dirty drink
With so much open air
My breath still begins to shrink
So empty out your churches
Take them to the streets
Line up your prophets
Fill them with disbelief
Cuz I was brought
Down to the coast
Where I walked a plank
Lead by a ghost
So here I go
with little much despair
And if I choke
Drag me back to hell with the salty air
And if I slip
Right off that rusty ship
Be sure to make my bed
Cuz I'll be sleeping with a fish
Once you man the helms
Set your sails in place
Then bury me in the belly of the beast
And strike a chord for the symphony
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It starts in the corner
Where the dark meets the light
And your thoughts meet your mind
Something's right for the first time
So I grabbed a gun
Metaphorically speaking
I don't condone violence for one
And I wouldn't know where to get one
But do you hear horses?
I swear to god I hear horses
But who would believe that guy who
Only speaks when he's spoken to?
So I'll slip away
To the woods left discharged and disarmed
And probably nude
You could join me if you'd like to
As I derobe my blanket shell
Greet the cavalry with a cabernet
Long lost lonely
What do you have to say?
If you get sick of me I'd be sick all my life
So I lead the pack with a hot butter knife
And it's true
I did this all for you
I'd offer you a line of the stars or my scars
But I'm often more concerned of where my cigarettes are
It's nothing new
To keep this all from you
With seconds to go and nothing to hold
Just steady hands and feeling bold
Long lost lonely
Keeps me feeling so old
And I have grown accustomed to
The outcome of impending doom
I have learned to love the layout
Of your bedroom
Because I know
You kept it from me
Like those in control that keep you asleep
And so I stole that time owed to me
And I know
You've been counting on me
Just a little bit maybe more than lately
If it wasn't for you I'd have nothing to lose
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5. |
The Afterbath
05:34
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Wait until I'm gone
Or for the end of this song
To let it all ring true
Hate, it comes too late
But as you're walking away
Know I won't forget you
Well forgive me father for I have sinned
And I'm prone to know I wanna do it all again
But if I shit the bed then I'll watch what grows
From the seed I planted into a rose
But if this nothing came from something
Then what should I become
To you but an intruder
When you and I are so far gone?
I'll drift back through the atmosphere
And struggle to come back down
But I still thought to write
Just to know you're safe and sound
Before we shut that door
Know there's a part of me
Burried beneath your floorboards
And the worst rehearsed curse
I'll never leave this house
Without that unquenchable thirst
Until I lay down in the middle of the street
And let those traffic lights illuminate me
From a blood stained red to an amber glow
That somehow ends my envy and so I rose
But if this nothing came from something
Then I dare not retract
And in the moment all I see is the back of your mind
I'll be standing in the corner trying to kick my own ass
I wish I could sit back down
But my skin is bare and raw
So I'll just stand and smile
As I see you're better off
....and what if had I'd have listened
I wouldn't need recovery without abusing it
And what if had I'd have listened
I wouldn't need to open the jar had I'd have loosened it
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Matty Myatt Toronto, Ontario
I'm Your Buddy!
Smearing some rusty vox over this fandangled twang box.
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