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If It's Gone
05:24
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I was dreaming bout you Sunday, how you’re always so upset
You can’t ever give me credit, you won’t meet me where I’m at
I didn’t mean it like you took it, you mistake me for your past
Can’t you see me out here drowning, trying to give you what you asked?
If it’s gone, say goodbye, say goodbye it’s nice to meet you, yes I lived here for a while.
And I always feel so lonely when a lover leaves my life.
I already lost my mother, left my family far behind.
And I don’t believe in Jesus, God, or Buddha, or beyond.
Ok, a little bit in Buddha, trying to keep from hanging on.
If it’s gone, say goodbye, say goodbye it’s nice to know you, yes I lived here for a while.
If it’s gone, say goodbye, say goodbye it’s nice to meet you, yes I loved you for a while.
May you always know your value, don’t let fuckers sell you short
And when they cut you off in traffic, I swear to god just honk your horn
And I hope you find the courage to tell your parents what they did
when they left you all alone, locked up in that room when you were a kid.
And I think that the next record, could really take you to the top
Because you possess a gift that so few other folks have got.
I hope you find true love, and money, many orgasms, and fame
And if you’re somehow still unhappy find somebody else to blame.
If it’s gone say goodbye, say goodbye, it’s nice to leave here, I was stuck here for a while.
If it’s gone say goodbye, say goodbye, it’s nice to leave here, I was stuck here for a while.
Say goodbye
If it’s gone, yeah it’s gone
Om
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Can You See Me Tonight?
03:15
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Can you see me tonight, Mama? I’m still trying to win you over
As I’m facing a crowd, these ain’t nothing but perfect strangers
I keep driving around, to try to make some strangers love me
By the end of tonight, I’ll sing myself hoarse and I’ll still feel empty
That’s the way, that’s the way I want it to be
And it’s ok, that’s the way, got my song between the darkness and me
It’s ok, that’s the way honey, turning all the evil to good
And it’s ok, that’s the way Mama, changing it like you never could
Yeah, I’m changing it like you never could
Can you see me tonight, Mama? I’m still trying to let her love me
Always throwing up walls, even when I’m in perfect safety
I keep knocking them down, to try and let her love surround me
For the rest of my life, I try to take it off, but it’s always with me
That’s the way, that’s the way I want it to be
It’s ok, that’s the way, got my song between the darkness and me
It’s ok, that’s the way honey, turning all the evil to good
And it’s ok, that’s the way Mama, changing it like you never could
Yeah I’m changing it like you never could
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3. |
Broken Body
03:13
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God gave you a broken body
Been that way since you were a baby
Everyday you grew weaker still
Taught me a lesson about God’s will
You stopped walking when we were children
Back when I still believed in a heaven
Stuck in a wheelchair, roaming around
Picking arrowheads up off the ground
Fifteen years disappeared
I’m sorry that I wasn’t here
Turned around and the sun went down
I got lost in the dark on the way home
Always me, you, and your brother Travis
Out in your backyard, where it was boundless
Giant oak trees and grass so high
Sharing a net to catch dragonflies
Travis was so sweet but you were a fighter
Can’t be beat down, trouble igniter
I was with you when Travis died
The day was hot and the creek was dry
Fifteen years disappeared
I’m sorry that I wasn’t here
Turned around and the sun went down
I got lost in the dark on the way home
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4. |
Day of Judgment
04:34
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When I woke up, we’d been fighting in my dream
That’s the only way you talk shit to me anymore
I remember you yelling at the screen
We’re all helpless with the Wheel of Fortune still spinning
My plate’s full of spam and ranch style beans
You tell me Vana White dresses like a whore
The things you say are so obscene
And they’re always backed up by the lord
A day of judgment is coming, have you no shame nor fear
A day of judgment is coming, there’ll be no repenting once it’s here
A day of judgment is coming, when the dead in christ shall rise
If your sight sets you to sinning, you should rip out both your eyes
Did Jehovah just put us here to die?
And banish most of us to hell?
Mom, you got such a brilliant mind
Why’s it always so goddamn hard to tell?
Just know I miss you all the time
But I refuse to be unseen
Should it grow too hard at night
Well, I’ll walk with you in your dreams
A day of judgment is nothing, A day of judgment is fear
A day of judgment is nothing, we probably all just disappear
A day of judgment is something forever on my mind
May I be judged by the ones I love and the songs I leave behind
Amen
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Desert
03:19
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Sometimes I think about you deep in the desert
Arms outstretched how you’d be waiting for me there
Yesterday you told me that you’re leaving the desert
Now I’ve got nowhere I can run away from here
You are so kind to me, but you’re kind to everyone
Is it dumb to think that you might want me too?
Sometimes I dream about you deep in the desert
Outside your adobe house at the end of your street
I wonder if I might be happy in the desert
That thought feels scary, I just leave it at my feet
I’ve got a lover who would hate to hear this song
Is it wrong to think that you might love me too?
You might love me too.
Sometimes I dream about you deep in the desert
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Self-destructor
04:45
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Caitlin it’s crooked in your mind
Didn’t like your ideas, I like you just fine
Show me where it comes from, I could show you mine
I know that’s it’s painful put your past behind
Sorry if it didn’t seem like I was listening
Sorry if my face was full of criticism
Walk into a room, try to pick a fight, make yourself a victim
Self-destructor goodbye
You know music theory, but you can’t feel the vibe
Let me show it to you, it comes from deep inside
Mine was put there by my parents, a place for me to hide
And if I didn’t have it, I probably would have died
Sorry if I didn’t seem like I was listening
Sorry if my face was full of criticism
Walk into a room, try to pick a fight, make yourself a victim
Self-destructor goodbye
Sorry if it didn’t seem like I was listening
Sorry if my face was full of criticism
Walk into a room, try to pick a fight, make yourself a victim
Self-destructor goodbye
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Vaughn
02:51
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I ain’t sure, how I lucked out
Who was I pleasing?
You know I’ve got my doubts
That all my karma has been accounted for
Things are great, things are great
As far as love was concerned I thought it was too late
In a year when everything was going wrong
I’m so glad that I met you Vaughn
Not every single lover has gotta be a sad song
In a year when everything was going wrong
I’m so glad that I met you Vaughn
I ain’t sure, who set you down
But what a bad move
Cuz you’re all mine now
So used to losing but goddamn I feel so good
Things are great, things great
As far as love was concerned I thought it was too late
In a year when everything was going wrong
I’m so glad that I met you Vaughn
Not every single lover has gotta be a sad song
In a year when everything was going wrong
I’m so glad that I met you Vaughn
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White Out
03:00
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Look out! They’re jogging!
and they’re bringing their dogs with em
High prices, farm houses
Still buying, regardless
This used to be a black neighborhood x2
More density on paper’s good
They’re whiting out a black neighborhood
Nice front yard garden
But I beg your pardon
Who needs free produce?
When your whole street, shops at Whole Foods.
This used to be a black neighborhood x2
More density on paper’s good
They’re whiting out a black neighborhood
The market manufactures
A man-made disaster
It’s not a forgone conclusion
It’s intended illusion
It’s tax breaks for Tesla
For the workers, it’s tough love
What the fuck is a job creator?
They’re just stealing our labor
This used to be a black neighborhood x2
More density on paper’s good
They’re whiting out a black neighborhood
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Vultures
02:45
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There’s a double-wide on the interstate and they’re hauling it in halves
Impatient people tail-gaiting, just waiting to get past
But you can’t really blame ‘em none, cuz they’re working 9 to 5
We sleep or sell most of our time until we finally die
Developers are buying up a bunch of a trailer parks
And if you think on it for very long, boy it’s bound to break your heart
Cuz poor folks own those mobile homes, but they do not own the land
And the new landlords’ll raise the rent because they know they can
Mobile homes ain’t all that mobile, besides where you gonna go?
Times are bad and getting worse and it’s one thing that i know
Watch these prospectors are placing bets they can sell us mobile homes
Cuz you can’t afford to buy a house but you’d still prefer to own
Nothing wrong with a trailer park or the hard working folks inside
It’s just it used to be the bottom wrung, now it’s the middle in decline
And they’re ripping at the safety net, so you got no place to fall
And if you won’t sell your time to them, then you won’t subsist at all
If it don’t seem intentional, I swear just start some more
Some call it innovation, some call it preying on the poor
All the hawks I thought I saw were vultures
All the hawks I thought I saw were vultures
All the hawks I thought I saw were vultures
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Mother, oh mother, why don’t you believe me?
Can you not see me standing here?
Call you, I’d like to call you, but you cannot hear me
No you just fear me and the truth
Happened, and it happened, how’d you let it happen?
Did it happen to you too?
Sorry, oh I’m sorry that I didn’t call you
On your birthday, I wanted to
I wanted to I wanted to no I wanted, I wanted, I wanted, I wanted to
Mother, oh mother, skinny like I once was
Not half as drunk as I was last year
Better, it’s getting better, every day it’s better
Guess it doesn’t matter that you ain’t here
Love you, I still love you, even when you fail me
You always fail me, it’s nothing new
Sorry, oh I’m sorry, that I didn’t call you
On your birthday, I wanted to
I wanted to I wanted to no I wanted, I wanted, I wanted, I wanted to
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