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Intro
01:44
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I don't need you,
as a mother, or a saint,
my lover, just my friend.
What I would visualize when you come to mind,
is the pouring rain,
while i'm running back.
As the Autumn winds begin to blow
just like that painting under your breath
the color truly starts to show
when the wind begins to blow
round your fire I would claim to know
I'm still living in a prison
thinking of myself as who I was
not who am
or who I could be tomorrow
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Grass
02:48
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I was born again
but then I died shortly after
theres no more love theres no more laughter
if one is going into hiding
and i'm going into hiding
Grass
all my minds time thats been spent on grass
and the way that it be smellin
when its fresh cut and burned to the ground
and I am covered in it essence
I am covered in its essence
Move on now
I don't really have another option
how could I keep goin on believing
that at any moment
I could just waste myself
and leave her covered in my absence
and leave her covered in my absence
Grass
all my minds time thats been spent on grass
in the hope that it keeps growing
to sooth my anxious spirit
with a long term investment
to insure that I can't fail
to insure that I can't fail
Don't second guess
my only option
is to find
that place where i can move on
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4. |
Hang Me Don't Cry
03:08
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How could I ever learn to be true
when i've caused so much harm in my life
I try to let the people in my life know that I love them
and that all my moves are careful now
but I know that at some point you can't just forget
all the pain of those i've hurt
I was the one who kicked down the door took what I wanted and left without shame
How could I continue to live
There are women in the word that carry on my blame
that would break down in tears at the sound of my name
yet I get to keep on singing
I get to keep on singing
so hang me don't cry just burry me
hang me don't cry just burry me
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5. |
Fleeting on a Dime
03:14
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Stabilize or fall out of balance
but i'm wondering why I should be
if all I crave are my talents
yet my talents can't even serve me
I'm running out of time
to set myself right
my worth has never been apparent
and your love is fleeting on a dime
where do I draw the line
when there is no point to begin
my heart beats oil as blood
my memory are all laced in sin
how much wasted time
can I continue to justify
don't you grieve for me
for you've already lost him
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6. |
Fluorite Waves
03:38
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Eyes catch eyes
glances rover
across the foyer
side to side
fluorite waves
shimmer light
across the iris
locking eyes with a predator
you turn to run
but by that time
its too late
your gonna die
assiduous with a lethal bite
precious gems
in your eyes
fall back into night
once again
there is a wound
I have cut
deep in your side
when I have love
you have loss
when your scored i'd be adored
I've got your life in my pocket
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7. |
Out of Control
04:47
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my tone seems to tell more about me
than i have intended to say
yeah there is part of my life that i'd keep from you
but damn man what could i say
i'm out of control
of those terms and how someone would react to them
I thought i'd met someone that talked like me though was kind 2X
so i stuck around to learn from him but he offered nothing profound
I thought i'd met someone that quoted me right off of my tongue
but i had just over heard a line from rosemarys baby
At my next falling out i would run and
hide under the closest storm cloud like a coward
to divert you from thinking i could do you harm
and act like i've been plagued by disorder
I'm out of control
of those terms and how someone would react to them
I thought i'd met someone that talked to me with compassion
cause of a brother who tour them apart but they knew
that he was good hearted
then i obsessed and i decided to bleed out my agression
so now how am i
how am i supposed to believe i could be good hearted
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8. |
Appalachian Stream
01:40
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9. |
Something in the Way
03:59
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For those of you who do not know the original version this is a nirvana song i have loved since I was a teenager. I've always thought the lyrics were a very powerful representation of living with depression.
Underneath the bridge
Tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from my ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
Cause they don't have any feelings
Something in the way
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmm-mmm
Underneath the bridge
Tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
Cause they don't have any feelings
Something in the way
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way
Mmm-mmm
Something in the way, yeah
Mmm-mmm
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