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Can I get a shout out for failing unions and fucked matrimony, never doubt baby that I’m talking to you. You know you shut me out, it’s what your good at. Fake the throes and dry up in the heart, but let it be known honey, that I gave you the first shot. The deepest oceans came to call. Came to cross every line I drew. My grayest sky for her, my grayest sky for you. Into the fog she flies, eager for something new. No good intent to paralyze could stop her from breaking through. I have no doubt that this was for nothing, I have no doubt that this was for memory. I’m ready, ready for you now. I’m ready, ready steady go. Laid you to rest once and I’ll do it again. Angels that bleed tease my lust and must not be angels at all I’m convinced. You sold me on resolve one mind-numbing silence at a time. Held your thoughts so close and never wanted for goodbyes. And when you leave I’ll be laughing. Laughing from a lack of care. Red-eyed creature void of meaning, broke and rebuilt for the war.
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Carolyne
03:41
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Hate the sound of a world crashing down, Crashing down unto me. you know I baton down the hatches when you say your sorry, sorry for the past, it’s like a hammer being sorry for busting hour glasses of faith. Faith and care meant for measuring time. Measuring time away from those penetrating stares that you give to me. You know I baton down the hatches from the rain. I’m already cold and weary. One more time will not kill me so tonight are you with me. Carolyne take it back. I am not strong enough in here for your attacks tax my soul harder than they have in years. This will haunt me for a long time to come more than anything else that I have come to love. Can’t you feel winter inhaling inhaling on us? Driving down this road like some peace spread across before the war takes hold and your friends start to laugh, as if happiness was based on the death of our last hope Black sunsets will not steer us very wrong because I know that you wANT very badly to go home. You’ve been walking down the right of way looking for some kind of way to go wrong.
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Quorum Of 12
03:49
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It was a beautiful day in hell and I was thinking wouldn’t it be nice if things would go my way. It started raining! A cold sort of sprinkle for clean july. the sky was black with pockets of light in the distance…But I brought my jacket. Captain I have become to cool for the room we’ve known. I wanted to paint this picture in hopes you’d understand. I was nursing a wilted sun. nursing a wilted sun, too cool for the room. So I loaded up my guitars, P.A. and amplifiers into that old red truck that loved to break down. And then let it all out, what I’d been thinking. As the storm rolled slow, far away, they wandered and frowned but couldn’t really deny the differences being voiced. So I was leaving. Captain I have become to cool for the room we’ve known. I wanted to paint this picture in hopes you’d understand. I was nursing a wilted sun. nursing a wilted sun, too cool for the room. What have you learned son? I can still regret with the best of them. To and under the causeway, It’s time to go, I need to remember what I’ve lost.
So you step in the light and I find myself thinking, “Do sinking ships really need such light anyway?” I know the answer, so you go on Kerry, cause I’m not blinking and you deserve a better life.
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Sam's Machine
01:05
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My Tornado Is Resting
04:47
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high school, back of the class. Cause I’m an old fool, stuck in the past. And if I lose some magic before I get back then you can tell her of all the things I lack. I learned some defenses. baby defenses, So I can stay cool in sight of your elegance because we started to crumble. We started to crack. Because I called you a cunt and you called me a fagot. Day’s come to let me out. Night is gone, no need to scream and shout anymore. Now’s time for holding on. Holding on to me. Holding on, don’t dream to let me go like before. This time I need you more, than I ever needed anyone before. But your jumping hoops again. Lies that I told and burned astounding when we were good overrated and down have risen up and resigned to haunt me until I find myself. So get out, get out while you can. So get out, while you can still go home. get out, get out while you can. The captain goes down with his ship alone. It’s all hurricanes and tidal waves. tornados to pass the days between the way you feel and the things I save. We’ll never be the same. So take your leave. Into the fog with you. Fly from me. Shadow of a thought I will learn to be Less of an anchor more of a memory. Let go, let go. Baby I will let go. Ohh, You know it! Rest my tornado. Stand at ease to watch our city crumble into the deepest sea.
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Padre Of The Alley
04:54
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Oh, you better write this down. You better hear what I say. I’ve been waiting here so long. I stop waiting today. I lost my faith shaking babies, honey. I cured the whole world with my nausea and vomiting. So you better write this down, down, down. You better hear what I say to you. Too much blood, too much blood on my hands. You give me a reason and I’ll show you how to dance with your guns out. Padre, Padre of the Alley. I lost my smile kicking canines. My teeth went yellow reading in between too many lines. I killed my conscious quickly. I covered it up with my stomach aches and head pains. Are you getting this baby? Now you better write this down. You better hear what I got to say. Too much blood, too much blood on my hands. You give me a reason and I’ll show you how to dance with your guns out. I’m a pear shape you’re an apple. We don’t get it on anymore, I’m a two-toned son of a bitch. You want the keys to the castle, gonna see the world? I’m a ghost, walk through me baby. And we will burn a black line down the side of your face to reap the truth again. Leaves you shaken but with renewed grace to begin again.
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144
01:23
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I don’t mind that I’ve grown numb with a base illness. Out of her womb and yet she still craves the morning sickness. 143, I loved you and fractured skulls. 144, not anymore. You tore down my walls. Left an empty room to gaze through that window and I left them all amazed. It’s what I do not what I say that makes me who I am so do not judge me by a book that I long ago set to flame. 143, I loved you and fractured skulls. But honey, 144. Not anymore, you tore down my walls.
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Demolition Grace
05:12
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I live in an awful town where it seems the only way to find a way to get back down is to snowball yourself out of this place. Out of this place. And my hands are always dirty form a tainted table prayer. This house is always a train wreck waiting on us to start to care. And if it had eyes they’d always be red. I’d watch it cry from the yard through spaces in between the blinds where my cats climbed the walls but went to far. You ride with devils now. Demolition Grace. And it’s a little late to start thinking about saving yourself tonight. There’s only one thing that matters right now, stay out of the light. I live in an awful town where the snakes spin my head around all night long and I sleep through the day. And an angel I never see takes turns on a bed with me. And we burn our black lines through good memories over some coffee, no big deal. And the phone continues to ring. Ghosts of old friends crash my dreams. The bills never get paid on time and I always feel like you stand on the edge of a black hole pain. You ride with devils now. Demolition Grace. And it’s a little late to start thinking about saving yourself tonight. There’s only one thing that matters right now…nobody drives my nova like you do Grace, devil or not. It comes to this in the end a black and blue heart failed by medicine. Fear not the blue life, I have made a song of letting go. Fear not the blue life, broke formation, ready, ready for you. Fear not the blue life, traded light moods for a calm before the storm.
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January's Peripetia
02:10
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Smile empty soul, you are facing the light. You’ve been taken aback by your time in the night. Wished for some change but you cherished the love. Even in your darkest hours angels caught your tears. Aww honey lay on that charm for that charm will serve you well when your sitting in the back of my fathers antique automobile. Come on January what took you so long? The boy is one of us. No longer needing of your trust and just as well that you’ve shown up. I can show you just how to lay. Come on January, don’t you want to play? Be gone demon, lest I send thee back to hell! Red light red light make you say go but that’s not what you mean that’s not what you mean green light green light bring it on bring it on green light green light bring it on. So it’s black lines on your heart that mark the fall but if you want to know the truth they never really meant so much at all. And I’ve been sent here tonight to let you know that it’s never too late to change. Take back your soul sam. Let the devils go. Break through the lies. Your fight is not done, for that which you despise has become your best friend. I loved you better when you were summer and warm enough to play my tune. I loved you better when your black hole smile represented the month of june. I loved you better when there was no pleasure in autumn chills upon my spine, but elegant the blizzard and beautiful are the times. And the only thing that you don’t know are the ways that I must choose. I loved you better January when you meant the month of june.
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Blind Right
03:37
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You are wrapped up in a blanket. Wrapped up in a blanket of cold. There’s a fire burning transgressions just a little ways, just a little ways down the road. Caught up in a tug-o-war you say “god and the devil, they trying to get my soul!” For every lie that you told yourself, you brushed your teeth and now your teeth are white as snow. But it’s not touching you tonight, it’s not touching you tonight oh no. What the right hand do not know, will keep the left hand in the light. You’ve been taken by the silence, Taken by the silence of pain. There’s a nasty memory circulating just a little ways, just a little ways down the lane. You’ve been shouting the words to these songs so long, now you’ve forgotten how to sing. For every line that you gave your heart, the angels and the demons took some pleasure and bled your veins. But it’s not touching you tonight, it’s not touching you tonight oh no. What the right hand do not know, will keep the left hand in the light.
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The Parting, Fiery
06:23
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Skulls on the dashboard. Cracks in the windshield glass. January rattles the trunk. Demolition drives us faster. Screaming “ONE DOWN!!!” from the backseat, padre of the alley. We’re headed south, towards the first day of my blind sight…wake up! I bid you goodnight from the center of the graveyard of our lives together. Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever let these words ring true. Oh Oh I bid you goodnight from the center of the graveyard of our lives together. Forever, forever, forever, forever, forever cause I’ve been breaking these chains, bruising these ankles, letting you know that I’ve been down to hell and come back again just to watch you shake. I’ve been breaking these chains, bruising these ankles, letting you know that I’ve been down to hell, I’ve come back again to see what I can take. Pace yourself captain, you’ve got to finish tonight with this that you started. Sometimes the only resolution is the fiery way that we parted. I’m a mess. it’s a matter of time. It’s in your best interest to leave it all behind. I’m not a good movie for your entertainment. I’m a 30 second coca-cola advertisement. Cool mornings give way to blazing saddle suns and my smile grows tight. My smile grows tight, it doesn’t touch my eyes anymore. My smile grows tight. It doesn’t touch these eyes anymore, my smile grows tight. I bid you goodnight. Good goodnight from the center of the graveyard of our lives together. Good goodnight.
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Never trust a girl who drives a hotrod. She could be a devil with a pretty face. She could drive your fancy all over this town. You’ll never know which way to turn your head. You’ll never know if your alive, but for the sound of some braked glass. Mama can’t you try to come and save me tonight? After you left it wasn’t easy. I met up with an insane preacher in an alley. Well he washed my brain with the devils own hand. I couldn’t see an inch beyond your face. Calculations misfired all over my mind. They covered me like a coat of many many many many mistakes when you left me behind. But honey off to your future and I’m off to my night. And it was all I could do not to laugh out loud at my new blue life. But I’m changing on double time. Took out the months of the angels in my town. And now I’m just a casualty of her happiness. I’m just a casualty of her happiness and it’s blue life baby all the time. It’s blue life baby all the time but it suits me fine. So just never trust a girl who drives a hotrod. You know she could be a devil with a pretty face. She’ll probably drive your fancy all over this town and you’ll wake up to black days.
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Suicide Seven Springfield
Suicide Seven is the solo music project of one, Kam Jennings. He has been making records since 1998 under that moniker and his music is a mix of lo-fi, acoustic, grunge, and garage rock.
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