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Prometheus
03:12
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Well I wasn’t sure exactly how I should feel
So I drank until I couldn’t feel at all
And when that anesthesia turned to loneliness
I went and shoved my friend against the wall
I said I can’t stand forever Dan, or even now
I need entertainment; I think we need to fight
I tripped over a log and I broke my nose
And that’s about when he called it a night
I put Whiskey for the Holy Ghost onto repeat
And I stumbled my way into sleep
Most nights when I get home from work its 2AM
And everyone in my house is in bed
So I sit by the front window with my guitar
Till the grenadine soaks the sky a morning red
I put my Waltz for Debby record on repeat
And I hope tonight I finally fall asleep
When the sandman stops by I dream I’m Prometheus
I’m chained up to the mountain; I’ve got a funeral wish
When those pink pills kick in I dream I’m Prometheus
I’m chained up to the mountain; I’ve got a funeral wish
There’s a fox that always shows up, he’s got scalpel blades for teeth
He’s hungry for a liver and he’s licking lips at me
Well I’m not exactly sure when it became morning
But all my long lost friends are wide awake
Let’s get coffee, let’s get bagels, let’s forget the rum
Let’s flood rivers, let’s make the mountains quake
Someone put on Crooked Rain and it comes to Fillmore Jive
I am stretched-out, saturated, incomplete
But I shout it from the bottom of these drunk and tired lungs
Why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I sleep?
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Jaundice
02:53
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The sky is yellow from the chemicals
Codeine birds and a Clorox moon
We see each other on a silver screen
One says I love you to an empty room
How did we end up here?
And where are we going my dear?
Its seems to me the jokes weren’t too far off
I slept through May and woke underwater
A little fish whispers I’m already dead
The painkillers fade with the streetlights
The devil beats a drum inside my head
Your skin is yellow from the chemicals
Codeine hands and your Clorox eyes
We see each other on a silver screen
One says I love you while the other cries
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3. |
Thinking About You
02:57
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Ryan's Song
06:21
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In the springtime, we’d get undone
Then one spring there was a 200 kid bust
They’re only crime was being way too young, and way too dumb
An entire generation lost in trust
In the summer no one gets hurt
We’re too busy catching some sleep
Passing out in the day, getting sun, getting burnt
The drinks come fast and they come cheap
In the fall we go our own ways
Say we’re getting out for good
Like the leaves we’re gonna fall back, in a blaze
Of orange and brown and wish-I-coulds
I don’t think we’ll be back again
I think we’ve lost too many friends
I don’t think we’ll be back again
I’m skipping town while I still can
In the winter things get sketchy
Flannel coats and nervous coughs
The summer jams still on the jukebox, they’re still catchy
And the bar lights draw us in like moths
And then one winter Ryan drank, and he drank
And he wandered out of that Route One bar
He fell asleep, face in a snow bank
They didn’t declare him until he thawed
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5. |
Hoopsnake
03:18
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I lost my fingernails in traffic outside Davidson
These constant Carolina exoduses keep wearing me thin
You’re a hurricane brewing; it had to be fight or flight
And if the states don’t stop me I might see New Haven tonight
And you, you’re going nowhere
You’re rolling like a hoopsnake, you ain’t going nowhere
I followed a trail of cigarettes with lipstick stains
Now I’m standing on the front lawn of the man who shares your last name
No I’m not jealous; I know I’m just a Cuervo fling
But that night we first met, you had slipped off your wedding ring
And him, he’s going nowhere
And you sit, hang a 27 from your lip
Crossed eyes at a glowing tip, and your arm crooked off your hip
I can see you’re scared, you’ve got a heavy cross to bear
As you sink back in your chair, you know your life ain’t going nowhere
Yeah you really ain’t going nowhere
And you say he makes you happy but that’s not really true
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Annalise
03:52
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I still think about you when I’m driving in my car
I bet you can’t pick up this station way out where you are
These late-night FM jockeys, they can’t feel my memories
But every crippled, slow, sad song is a surrogate elegy
Annalise, in eternal pause
Forgive me for my sins, accept me for my flaws
Honestly, I’d be a weaker man
If you’d stuck around, if you came back again
I cried when I heard “Jungleland” the day that Clarence died
I still can’t hear “Cecilia” without you coming to my mind
My speakers are distorted, it gets worse with every song
My scratched up “Tennessee” CD, “I miss you when you’re gone”
The sun’s behind the Safeway, I’m still sitting on the curb
The same place where I was last year, the same place where you were
When a drunken truck came round the hill and took you from our lives
I still think about you on these long and lonesome drives
Annalise
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You were there on the fourth when we lit our own fuse
You were there on the fifth when we were in ICU
You were en route on the sixth but you chose to rescind
Like a dandelion seed, you took off in the wind
And there’s sludge on the banks of the Housatonic
You’ve only got one friend and he’s gonna make you sick
I messed up last time but I swear that I can do right
Every dollar we made went to income tax
Every bottle we drank must have been ipecac
Every morning we woke up with a shiny, new bruise
With ash in our hair, we had a fade excuse
And the dogs in the basin of the Salt River Arroyo
You’ve only got one friend and he’s gonna destroy you
I’ve messed up every time but I swear that I can do right
Now I’m lying in bed hoping sleep will come soon
When you’re damn well near breaking it’s the best you can do
Is hit the bottle, or hit the lights, either way will suffice
And keep praying to God that your ghosts won’t haunt you tonight
This town just has one street and it’s ugly with tar scars
Now I’m down there most nights because it’s where both the bars are
Folks smarter than me left when they had the chance
Now I drink to get the courage to ask amnesia to dance
The boats and the boats that they pile on the Severn
They wash up on shore, they lay down with whomever
I’ve messed up this time but I swear that I can do right
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8. |
Constant Headache
03:09
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9. |
Boys at the Bar
03:29
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Let me tell you about my dreams
I’m always an old man
Trying to warn a thousand past me’s
But someone already told them
And all the boys at the bar know your name
And you seem to know all of them too
And me I just blend in with the wallpaper stains
Until I go home with you
Let me tell you about my life
I’m a bastard to myself
Days are spent between nights
Watching the ice in my glass melt
Just because you know what to expect
Don’t make it easier
True love exists only in death
You’ve got to lie to please her
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10. |
Fairfield County
03:56
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She lived in Fairfield County but she grew up in denial
When your stepdad owns pharmaceuticals it will only be awhile
Till Long Island iced teas turn into Oxycontin
Her mother already thinks that she's Nancy Botwin
She can't recall a Friday since she was in 6th grade
But last time that things got sticky she thinks she took the time and prayed
The third angel was a hatter, poured his vial on the rivers
Young people making love and pimping out their livers
New York City is 40 miles away
Getting drunk in the middle of the day
Oh suburban light fades to suburban night
Printing headlines 'bout suburban plight
Thursday nights mean complicated drinking games
Getting stoned on Saturday always end up just the same
Growing up meant throwing up and throwing up meant cough syrup
And you sip Guaifenesin your stomach gets messed up
Her father filled his pockets on the shores of Candlewood
She said an "Our Father" and assumes His plans are good
First the Lord giveth and then He take away
Sunday mornings spent too hungover not to pray
New York City's only 40 miles away
Summers always meant getting screwed up day to day
Oh suburban dusk to suburban dawn
Drinking bourbon straight, getting too far gone
Working at a Cumby’s trying to get her ends to meet
Fall from heaven, fall from grace, fall from the elite
Beat your swords to plowshares and your spears to pruning hooks
Trying to be a friend but only getting dirty looks
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