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Elephant in the Room
03:52
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the world is just made up of ribbons
a tangled up mess of decisions
we’ll pull at the end of a question
spill blood if it don't fit our opinion
we’ll debate in unprecedented silence
and decide with unadulterated bias, for once
and complacency’s society’s movement
just like Trump is divine intervention
but I’m not here to talk about your politics
my best friend thinks they’re funny too
we’ll sit back and watch our extinction
and chalk it up to our condition
it’s better to be part of the problem
than just sit back and watch and complain
we’ll debate this unacceptable conclusion
and resign to apathetic asphyxiation, for now
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2. |
Pyscho-babble
03:03
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woke up in a different state today
shoes and coat still attached to me
pile of blankets right in front of me
God, you mean so much more to me
I lost another friend today
how much more do I need to pay
for everything I did last May
for everything to be okay
I left my house in such a rush
a good well thought out kind of rush
at least thats what my therapist said
and how my psychobabble book read
and what if all my friends stood up to me
to tell me just how shitty I could be
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3. |
Marcus
03:15
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father I feel
when I talk to you, of the way I taught you
of the trade I taught you
take my shift, break my shit
cause I don’t give a shit
no I couldn’t care for it
you told me one day
no I don't drink or play, no I don't want to pay
to be sad one day
you look at me
with those passionate eyes, I know you’re angry inside
but you want to confide
twenty more days
until I go away, what did I used to say
you don't need me anyway
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4. |
You Or The Mill
03:54
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oh I trusted you to house my friend
even in the weathered pine barons
oh the hour or two it took to say
the excuses follies and dismays
oh I can take a year or two
off any limb of mine
but take some time to realize
of four there’s limit in
what’s an age if another will come
what’s a friend if only one
these are the things I’ll ask and ask
to which I’ll carry none but this flask
oh I can take on fear or tear
with plastic, glass, or steal
but trust me when I say to you
are all my age and friend
it is so simple to expect the past
when walking onward on down the path
oh I swear to god I saw your face
at every turn, twist, curve, and coup de grace
oh I can’t take even that day
with bush, porter, and mill
take back the train without delay
what would my mother say
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5. |
A Dusting
04:21
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it’s an old familiar feeling
as green turns to amber
though the words are twist, so just give me a kiss
cause pain is certainly beauty
I can hear the old bird cawing
though it’s not even october
but it’s sad and it’s sweet and I know it’s complete
when you visit me in november
make me still and give me peace
said all the leaves to their trees
and dust may turn to ashes
or white as a blizzard in Duluth
it can steal your mind and drain your lungs
but oh the friends you will find
and though guilt may rise and fall their eyes
your spirit thrives in december
she will find her home in the west
through january and leap year
but we can’t forget or ignore it
cause the sun it also rises
its an old familiar feeling
but new as a rain drop in april
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6. |
Untitled
04:54
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six months ago today
I left behind my fate
I couldn’t win I couldn't swim
with a heart that’s full of hate
a year before you saw my face
without a mark or trace
of what I saw or stood upon
these veins are hot and swollen
he said, son you got a lot of hate in your heart
and blood that’s boiled over
I said dose the fire that’s in my chest
and create a non-believer
pretense and narcissists brought on our destruction
this world it needs, this world it needs one more dreamer
so I built this house without a door
to find out where you fell
the glass is thick the walls are brick
he said a spade will serve you well
to volunteer a broken back
will teach a lesson learned
dig deep enough he said to me
another leaf you’ll turn
now restless minds and stolid tongues
tell silent tales of old
muzzled by a charlatan
drowned by casks uncorked
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Blind Scout Lancaster, Pennsylvania
Blind Scout is a three piece group made up of vocals, guitars, (5) cellos, harmonium, and bells. All three musicians are Lebanon Valley College graduates living in Lancaster, PA. When they aren't making music, they enjoy eating burritos.
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