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The Lucky Ones
03:03
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I want to start
Back when I could
A shopping cart
And a cord of wood
I miss the open paper stories
Of bad and good
I had a home
I had some cover
I had a heart
it had a flutter
But I would walk right into
The north winds of our county
For another
I can’t find a light
Where you were once
And All I have at night
Are the other ones
I can’t help but move
To the lucky ones
We’re the lucky ones
Caught between a rock
And Another
I feel a poke right into my back
Like a younger brother
Showing about half
Of the secrets
That I know
Every day I think
How the mighty have fallen
Our country folded on a bluff
And we were all in
Soak it up
And reflect on
What we’ve sold
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Get them to say they believe in a higher power too
And convince them that the higher power’s you
You got credit pouring out of what used to be a name
And everything in black and white
Everything in black and white
Everything in black and white
Everything today
Got me a song
Something to pass these wild days along
And they are long
Got me a voice
And I'll sing until someone hears the noise
And there’ll be noise
I had romance by the lake
It was love affair with a mistake
And all I do is retrace my time
Till death do us part
From finish to the start
I have a handle on the motion that you most regard
So ring the alarms
If you can
Ring the alarms
Got me a song
Something to pass these wild days along
And they are long
Got me a voice
And I'll sing until someone hears the noise
And there’ll be noise
Get them to say
What they say is true
What they say is true
In a certain light I can’t compete with
The night
And the fog alarms
We know the coast is near
And it's nearer than my fear
And I know
What I know
The press is dead and slow
I see reporters buried on these entertainment shows
My fail isn’t safe
Where the hell is this place
Where the courts throw out acquittals on every single case
I’m unafraid unafraid
Of the rumble and the hum
Just feed me all these images until my mind is numb
Got me a song
Something to pass these wild days along
And they'll be long
Got me a voice
And I will sing until someone hears the noise
And there’ll be noise
There’ll be sounds
There’ll be buildings upside down
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3. |
Possible
02:15
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Shoot at the top
A little too much
Know I'm surrounded by
These things I can't touch
God said you wanna save the world, son
Beat around a burning bush
Its possible, just possible you’re near
I made a list
Of all these things I won't try
Mixed with the people
That I always walk by
See the way it puts a spark in their eye
Its possible, Just possible
You're near
Maybe just maybe you hear me
I don't have to much to give
But there’s even less I fear
So its possible just possible you’re near
You always talk about the way you make sound
You say you're trouble
You're the trouble I found
But everyone I know just stays on the ground
so its possible you’re near
All of these days that I'm trying to lead
Make Minnie wish that I'd let her be
But I can't help what I can't even see
Its possible, just possible
You're near
Maybe just maybe you hear me
I don't have to much to give
But there's even less I fear
So its possible just possible you're near
Don’t have time for Sincerity
Keepin' my money to spend on me
I’ll be Living in the lap of luxury
Its possible that you’re near
So tell me all about your secret life
I have my own but it's starting to die
You got a mixture and a goddamn piece of the pie
Its possible, just possible
You're near
Maybe just maybe you hear me
I don't have to much to give
But there's even less I fear
so its possible just possible
You're near
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4. |
These Days
04:22
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I may be new to the fame
But I’m near with the money
You want to test my gal
She tastes sweet as honey
I have a motor car
It was hard to find
In the wasteland sitting in the devils pine
Keep your right hand free
And I left with two
You focus on the stars
The sky is on to you
So you poke around
What you’re meant to see
Patch the claw in the back of me
I hid my money in a small white dress
For you to save
You to save
Now I need it to clean up my mess
In a haze
In a haze
These Days…
I had a brand new find
In a half heart town
I know you forget about
Whats not around
And so it goes
The way of man
I had six acres and hard right hand
If you see my face
We have a lot to do
I can dress you up
If you dress my wounds
Free and falling off
Or falling down
I’m dimly lit
and loudly sound
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5. |
Buried in the Yard
03:09
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Been looking for
a loyalty that I just cannot find
even though I have 600 friends online
and a cell phone call coming in every time
I need some peace
But you talk to me sweet and you know how to tip
I don't need a challenge I need a long trip
and a copper-tone girl with a stiff upper lip
and some time
You've got faded clothing and piercings to spare
And a brand new hat on that short black hair hair
Tattoos telling stories, covering everywhere
so grab a partner a brand new adult
before they are all trained and shipped out
I'm looking for a cause, all I see is a shadow of doubt
In my mind
I got nothing for you
But what I got is free
Cement on my feet
And up to my knee
Watching the news has got a panic on me
We’ve got a president learning the meaning of free
and a flu that should kill us by the year 2023
I got some time
Why do we worry bout our hands and our feet
When we set the earth on fire and deny the heat
I been feeling funny, doc, when I’m out on the street
In a suit and tie
I got nothing for you
But what I have is free
I think we have a deal
Wouldn’t you agree
So rain is falling and you call it a flood
your Prada bag's missing and you're calling for blood
you don't make it public, don't want your name in the mud
But you talk to me sweet and you know how to tip
I don't need a challenge I just need a long trip
and a copper-tone girl with a stiff upper lip
And some time
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