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A Decade In
05:03
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A DECADE IN
I don’t know what happens when we die
I, I only need to know what happens if we try
I, I needed you to know
I needed you to see
I, I needed you to feel this
Cause I’m losing control, again
27 feels like yesterday
37 feels so far away
I’m relatively new to the whole damn thing
When whiskey is absent I can’t think
I might be I’m broken, bruised and tired, but I’m fine
If you really want to get to my heart and mind
There’s not much to seek that you can’t find
I might be broken, bruised and tired, but I’m fine
If the world that we’ve abandoned to build ourselves
Suddenly collapses on itself
It might be time to grab the reigns and course correct
Who really cares about the ethics or the law
Who cares if the writing’s on the wall
It might be shallow and fire, but its fine
I’d like to know what happens if we try
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Need You More
04:36
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NEED YOU MORE
Slower now
I wanna relive every stupid fight
If death won’t wait
I’ll settle now for one more drunken night
I know that you were happy, and I know that matters most
but I can’t get past this; I just can’t shake your ghost
My voice doesn’t have the notes
Your death was like a shotgun to my throat
How I do function? How do I breathe?
I needed you more than I can stand
I’ve been here before with other friends
Well, I, I won’t live my life
Consumed by this
Ruined by death
I’ll try to move forward, and I'll try to breathe
Fast and loud
I’m desperate now for any kind of sound
I’m holding out
Trying not to lose you in this growing crowd
I’m trying to be happy, and not to drink
But I’m struggling to move forward while I'm trying not to sink
Breathe
Now
Deep breaths, you’ve got this
Just focus on letting it out
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A Well Balanced Riot
03:32
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A WELL BALANCED RIOT
We always cut ourselves on every angry word we say
We're dying
These stupid fights are leading us far more than just astray
And even when we know that we’re both wrong
We hold the line until it breaks
And if our better selves
Can’t find the stage tonight
We can at least be the versions that we always wished ourselves to be
We always find ourselves in such a lovely mess
We’re trying
The script that we’ve been reading from is starting to get stale
I’m desperate to break character and wait
Wait for everything to change
And if our better selves
Can’t find the stage tonight
And if the rhythm and pace feel off
While reaching for our lines
We can at least be the versions that we always wished ourselves to be
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THE CONVERSATION PT. 1 (OLDER NOW)
My remembrance of the neighborhood is clear
The ghost in the graveyard; the breakdowns, and better years
I hate the fact
I’m older now
Than you will ever be
If I can’t go back
And can’t move on
Where am I supposed to be?
As I struggle now to meet my life’s demands
As a parent, a partner, I need my oldest friend
Lilli just turned
Nine this year
I wish that you could see
She’s just like us
She’s a music snob
Just rocking out to Queen
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Remember
the punk rock years
stay steady as it goes
We always believed in a stronger sense of self than they could know
You’ll get through this
Just mind your head
Keep the ship afloat
Even when things look bleakest, keep your eyes focused on home
Defender
Know yourself
And value your new post
With age comes something more than just the pains of getting old
There’s a wisdom
A simple truth
Self-evident in life
As long we keeping trying we don’t have to get it right
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6. |
Take it Back
04:52
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TAKE IT BACK
A Midwest middle class
Longshoreman’s union town
Built on campaign talking points
And bytes of sound
Older friends
From better times
I thought had moved
Now desperate
scared and angry
With nothing to lose
The economic sanctity of GNPs
Reduces us all to numbers
There’s no you and there's no me
As unemployment swells
The fear grows palpable
While some rich pundit fuck
Says “that’s just how it goes”
We can take it back
Or we can burn it all down
The further that I get
From these old stomping grounds
The more I feel the heartache
Desperate cries and hollow sounds
And I don’t know exactly
What we waiting for
They stole this from us once
Let’s even up the score
If we wait for things to change
They always stay the same
I know that this is hard but things are up to you and I
These are heavy handed lines
But these are hardly simple times
I know that this is hard but things are up to you and I
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Letters of Transit Columbus, Ohio
Good ol' rock n' roll from Columbus, OH
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