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My Son
03:54
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My Son.
If I could have another cigarette,
One for my head and one for my nerves,
I’d do my best to keep you safe my girl.
But you’ve got to fight fair,
Keep your thoughts on track.
I was lost, I was found.
I got high, I got around,
But now I’m making up for that.
“My son, he’s a son of a gun,
But he’s the last chance that this town has.”
I’m sick of waiting for this to come.
I’m sick of waiting for this rapture to take me home.
I find now matter how hard I try,
It would be hopeless to turn and run.
I’m sick of waiting for this to come.
I’m sick of waiting for this rapture to take me home.
Let’s see how far my repentance takes us.
I know it’s wrong for me to come into your house just so that your son will save us.
But I’ve been breaking bottles on teeth and curbs for so long.
I thought I found a reason to live but my reason has come and gone.
I thought I found a reason to live, wasn’t I living all along?
So take me home.
I think I’ve praised your name enough.
But if I haven’t say the word and I’ll be gone.
“My son, he’s a son of a gun,
But he’s the last chance that this town has.”
I’m sick of waiting for this to come.
I’m sick of waiting for this rapture to take me home.
I find now matter how hard I try,
It would be hopeless to turn and run.
I’m sick of waiting for this to come.
I’m sick of waiting for this rapture to take me home.
My son, he was a son of a gun,
He couldn’t live up to expectations.
The raptures come and gone and it has been so long,
Since someone’s come to take me home.
I find now matter how hard I try,
It would be hopeless to turn and run.
The raptures come and gone and it has been so long,
Since someone’s come to take me home.
I was left behind.
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Hell Hath No Fury Like The One I Got.
I was born something monumental, legendary.
I learned the best way to get what I want, Force and fury.
I had a man, who fetched my dinner,
He couldn’t live with that on his head.
I bet when you’re called home by your savior,
You’ll be saved for what I did,
You’ll be saved for what I did,
Your maker will save you.
Hell hath no fury like the one I got,
Kiss your bones goodbye. We’re off.
We’re off. We’re off.
God rest your soul.
It’s going to be a long ride home from this hell without a hand to hold,
But if you’re pulled from the wreckage my love you’ll be good as gold.
And God doesn’t know,
How long it’s going to take to clean my soul.
I want to feel you in my bones,
I want to breathe you in; I want to taste you in my lungs.
Hell hath no fury like the one I got.
Kiss your bones goodbye. We’re off.
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What I’m Calling Home These Days
It’s been a couple of years now,
Since I’ve left your house in the cold.
Walking aimlessly back toward home,
Or what I’m calling home these days.
It was a mere 28 degrees,
And the cool winter breeze,
Cut through my T-shirt and jeans like wet paper,
But I couldn’t stand to face her,
For another second longer.
I can’t breathe when I’m around you,
But I can’t find the nerve to breathe when I’m without you,
So I’ll stay cold.
I’ll stay cold.
My hands they shake, my lips blue, cold.
When the moments begin to mesh together,
And we have finally come to realize that we’ve lost each other,
You did this.
You know it.
With the words so close,
To the tip of my tongue,
But the choke in my throat,
Won’t let me have any fun,
My mouth is pleading,
Stop me from breathing.
And if you speak another word of her name or love again,
I swear to god I’ll end you.
It’s been a couple of years now,
Since I’ve left your house in the cold.
Walking aimlessly back toward home,
Or what I’m calling home these days.
I can’t breathe when I’m around you,
But I can’t find the nerve to breathe when I’m without you,
So I’ll stay cold.
I’ll stay cold.
My hands they shake, my lips blue, cold.
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To My Good Friend and Comrade
If this is what it takes then I will take my shit and I’ll go,
But for a second there I thought I saw a light of hope,
But I guess that I was wrong, all along
Yeah I guess that I was wrong.
So you can leave my things in a box by my bed,
Let me know when it’s safe to wake up again and I will.
I will.
But if I sang to you,
Would you spit it in my face?
Would you throw it in my face?
If this is what it takes then go,
Take your path down that sunshine road,
Or click your heels three times and just go home.
We’re all witches, We’re all witches.
Lion man, you wanted courage but you found it in a little girl.
What do you have to say for yourself?
Can you hear them?
You ate their fruit,
It’s poison posed as truth.
If this is what it takes then go.
If this is what it takes then go.
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Dream
03:33
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Dream
I had a dream,
And in my dream I settled for the cards that I was dealt,
The life that I was given,
And I gave to a cause that would never give back to me,
I gave to a cause that would never give back to me.
But when I awoke, nothing had changed.
I was the same as when I was sleeping.
Somebody pinch me, prick me or kill me,
I don’t want to live my life like this.
I tried to find the answer, but the answer never came.
My hears couldn’t hear your words of endearment,
Emotion got in the way.
And when I tried to find the answer, I nearly went insane.
My eyes couldn’t see, the way you were moving my way.
Rewind back to when I gave a shit about something,
Catch my drift, and see where I’m going.
I’m trying my best to keep a level head,
But if I don’t, I promise that we won’t see the end.
I tried to find the answer, but the answer never came.
My hears couldn’t hear your words of endearment,
Emotion got in the way.
And when I tried to find the answer, I nearly went insane.
My eyes couldn’t see, the way you were moving my way.
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I Found Rome Brick, I Leave It Marble.
The boys you lay with will reconsider,
My heart it beats for you cold and bitter.
Home is just an idea isn’t?
Like love, home’s just a feeling until you make it.
But I wont make this home.
No I wont make this home.
But you were a bird,
And you flew south for the winter.
And I ground my teeth to the gums,
Until the day that you came back.
I thought I was right,
But in retrospect I guess…
Given the chance I would set you free,
Given the chance I would set you free,
Given the chance I would set you free,
And pray for the day that you fly back to me.
But I can’t let you go.
No I won’t let you go.
I thought I was right,
But in retrospect I guess I was losing touch,
And the weight of the world it came crashing down on me,
Like an old Kansas house, that I just could not avoid.
I am the ghost of your hopes and dreams,
I am the end all of everything.
(I was losing touch)
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Young Youth Buffalo, New York
From the depths of a city that thrives on partying in the parking lots of their hometown sports teams comes Young Youth, from Buffalo, N.Y. They play a style of rock that is derived from many different musical influences, but is a style all their own. They recorded their debut EP, titled "What I'm Calling Home These Days", in the fall of 2011 at GCR Studios in Buffalo, N.Y. with Jay Zubricky ... more
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