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snuff (prologue)
02:43
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they may seek you out,
and gather ‘round you now
…like a candle in a dark room
but they may snuff you out
don’t let them snuff you out
they may face you
and embrace you
but like Lennie, with the rabbit,
affection can be heavy-handed
don’t let them snuff you out
don’t let them snuff you out
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these days
fucked up
no sleep
not now
you tip-toe
around
the truth
you don’t make a sound
these days you show me inside
were your skeletons lie
behind the doors of your closet
you say that, “all this will change."
I’ll change
I’ll change
so I walk away
oh what did you say?
a promise you gave
I’d take to my grave
like flies
they swarm
this shit
to their demise
the same
refrain
they’ll get your back
on some other day
can’t put a dog in the fight
if he just don’t see
that a threat is in sight
you fed him a pill
it’s trick as treat
and the loneliest boys
always come back
to feed
to feed
so I walk away
oh what did you say?
the promise you gave
I take to my grave
despite all I’d do
can’t take the
pain away from you
you cry and you cry
I know when it’s just a lie
here’s our slouch
laid out on the couch
hidden in plain sight
can’t talk about what
you did that night
here’s to the slouch
accused of takin’ the pouch
but it was
hidden in plain sight
can’t stand
to see your friends fight
when I walk away
don’t beg me to stay
oh what did you say?
the fuck did you say?
the promise you gave
I take to my grave
the promise you break
I’ll never mistake
so I walk away
yeah I walk away
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3. |
DFAH
05:37
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I walk
around
this changing town
these sights and sounds
they flood my brain
with memories of yesterday
is place from my childhood
or mere mirage?
I double-take and say...
“I don’t feel at home”
each time
i look around
these things abound
that don’t match the
scenes in my memories
and it’s such a peculiar feeling)
I see
old friends
out at the bar
they motion for
me to come over
but I walk right past ‘em
can’t stomach
leftovers
tonight
what once
was “fun”
has since become
recycled scenes
and petty schemes
no i don’t want that shit
I’m sick of it
I don’t feel at home
I don’t feel at home
I don’t feel at home
I don’t feel at home
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4. |
if only
07:02
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if only I cared
‘cause no one else out here will for me
if only I cared
if only
if only I cared
life would be different
I might’ve done better in school
I might’ve shown on time to things more often
I might’ve kept track of my things
or gave a shit about my job
and quit pissing away my time
ooo ooo oooo oo ooo ooo oo
if only I cared,
freshman year
I might not have crashed my car
might’ve gotten more sleep
the night before
that first day of school
how that might’ve changed
my year
ooo ooo oooo oo ooo ooo oo
if I had a dollar every time
I felt alive
I have a few bucks to my name
and a lot of regret
on my mind
but I must earn a dollar
every time
I’ve changed my mind
‘cause I’m headed to the bank
and I haven’t said “if only” in some time!
ooo ooo oooo oo ooo ooo oo
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6. |
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it’s a long road from yes to no
a hop, skip and a jump from ‘rich’ to ‘broke’
it’s quite a voyage from weed to dope
yet we might find themselves
lost somewhere in between
I never thought I'd be thinking that,
irony is life's sweet sneak attack.
to my surprise I'm here to shout it out,
“oh dear common sense, bless my ignorance!”
kids in parking lots and fancy houses
burnin' papa’s money in droves
peers find footprints, and try to follow
‘though they’ve no cash to pad their fall
kids go to crazy lengths to get their thrills
the typa’ shit that’d give you chills
yet we’ve all played this game…
“captives to shame”
where “friend” is merely a futile name…
I never thought I'd be thinking that,
irony is life's sweet sneak attack.
to my surprise I'm here to shout it out,
“oh dear common sense, bless my ignorance!”
before we enter the party
please park on the street
let’s take just a moment
to ourselves
fucked up in the Honda
turn off the headlights
and turn up the heat
listen to our favorite songs
gettin’ high off of tree
we can’t go inside
‘till we feel alright
‘till we feel ok
‘till we feel alright
we can’t go inside
‘till we feel alright
‘till we feel ok,
‘till we feel alright
from the outskirts we look away from home
‘cause on the outskirts we finally feel alone
from the outskirts we tell the world what's true
‘cause on the outskirts we've found a better view
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7. |
saved (?)
08:03
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church camp kids
listen to the preacher
speak with garishness
leading all the children
to deliverance
feel the holy spirit
on their lips
God are you on your way?
I think they feel you
I think you’re on your way
a childhood friend
had cancer of the marrow
when we were just pre-teens
we gathered at the bible study
and prayed for weeks
for the cancer to leave
nothing really could be done
he went out with the setting sun
God are you on your way?
I think I feel You
I think You’re on Your way
God are you on your way?
every year since church
I wonder who is really “saved”
now, who’d have thought
the reaper would take
my little brother?
the vice had sufficed
to sneak up from behind
to choke him out and smother
what kind of god are you?
oh what kind of god are you
to stand idly by
and let the pure pass away
while the vile are here to stay?
‘cause unlike Issac,
who was blindfolded and bound
on the altar
no young ram
would You allow
to be slain
in his place
nothing more could be said…
oh God, how could he be dead?
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8. |
if only (reprise)
02:02
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9. |
leaks (epilogue) [bonus]
05:51
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when my feet hit the floor
of my bedroom
today I ask myself,
“how I take one step more?”
I guess I never thought this early
I’d see my little brother leave…
but I force myself to think about
all these fallen trees
feeding new flora
or simply fueling the fire
under my ass
shit, if it pushed my uncle to
finally become a rehab-grad at last,
I guess it’s never too late to
patch that leak in your life…
when the pressure breaks
you’re caught in it’s wake
you can reach for me
I won’t pull you under
I realize I often bite off more
than I can chew,
I take after my dad
who once juggled 3 jobs to send
my brother and i through school
I noticed recently,
he’s still drivin’ everywhere on “E”
like my mind circlin’ the drain
‘round what I “should” or “shouldn’t” be
but there’s nothing I really have to prove,
love’s the only thing real I have to lose
so I just want him to know,
although he worries so,
he did the best any father
could ever hope to do
I just had to get that off my chest…
‘cause it’s never too late to patch that leak in your life!
when the pressure breaks
you’re caught in it’s wake
you can reach for me
I won’t pull you under
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Chief Broom Boise, Idaho
debut record - "hidden in plain sight" out now on Mishap and Earth Libraries
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