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(Intro)
00:12
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Peacocking For No One
02:14
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I haven’t left the house in days
I haven’t left the house in days
Looking in the mirror like I should probably get dressed
Haven’t changed my clothes all week
Haven’t changed my clothes all week
but now I’m digging through my closet, looking for my Sundays best
Who says being locked in doors is no-fun
I guess I’m just peacocking for no-one
I've got a certain Jena se qua
I’ve got a certain Jena se qua
Open up the curtains for the whole world to feel
Ready for my closeup now
I’m ready for my close up now
i’m cheating to the cameras gonna hit em with that blue steel
Strutting my stuff in the living room sun
I guess I’m just peacocking for no-one
Change my black t-shirt for red
Who do I think I am...
Some sort of supermodel or business man?
Strutting my stuff in the living room sun
I guess I’m just peacocking for no-one
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I am tired of sleeping on the floor, drinking alcohol only cos I’m bored
I was hoping you’d find me and help me dust off my knees
Give me a reason to wake up every day
not your half hearted sympathy but something to sustain
this self destructive lifestyle that I have chose
So lets face it we’ve been here before
I’ve been down and dirty and it’s time to settle the score
And I can’t keep living in defeat
Now these past few months have been killing me
I been witness to things I thought I’d never see
So I’m finally thankful I’m back on track
If these words I write are just a surface stain of a
Deeper issue I could never claim
So I throw them in the trash with the discount championship t-shirts
So lets face it, I’ve been here before
Everything up until now is nothing more than
A practice round now I’m off the bench
and I’m ready to swing for the fences
Sorry to say this but I’ve seen this before
The injuries I’ve got can’t hurt me anymore
I’m running the bases and I’m head for home
If you fake left, then I’ll fake right
We could do this dance all night
If I could just find my footing I think I could make this slide
Cos it bases loaded it’s the bottom of the ninth
The count is full, I need an RBI
If I can just win the pennit I think I could face myself tonight
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Pale Horse
04:50
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It felt like a mosquito, a little itch in his brain
he picked up his boots and started walking, started walking away
he slammed the screen door, and the breeze moved on through
when a man gets like that, there’s no telling what he’ll do
Searched his army jacket, left the element on
Tiny ripples of air in hung in peripheral, dancing to the alarm
Looked over his shoulder, thought of you and took it in stride
Sparked the flint, looked around and then kissed it goodbye
You could Smell the smoke in the alley and heard the screams quiet down
and if he’s got to move mountains, he’s gonna leave this town
“Light it up like a candle, Notre Dame ain’t got nothing on me
and with god as my witness, the fire will set me free”
Traffics slow on the I-10, heading outta El Paso
the white knuckle express is a coffin, seatbelt like a lasso
Hands over his licence, hands all covered in soot
With one look in his eyes and you'd know that he’s up to no good
A message sent to the boarder guard, please pull off to the side
With one hand on his firearm, the other scratching his behind
I’m melting into the leather, be sure don't give yourself away
He hit’s pedal to metal, burns rubber to crash through the gate
Found himself a little shelter, he somehow got away
Orders “Dos cerveza por favor” that’s all he knows how to say
Spots a sweet senorieta, picks her up, they go to his hideaway
The devils grip tightens the more that you pull away
Morning light comes and finds him, removes his claws from her skin
Shoves her body in the shower to wash away his sins
You call this a motel room, well it’s more like a graveyard
And you do not disturb the dead or they will tear you apart
And checkout comes early for those who feed in the dark
and for those who move slowly the pale horse has room on his cart
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We Shall Be Free
03:25
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I felt the wind touch me softly on the back of my neck
And I felt the sun burn my skin the second it sank in
I thought of you did you think of me
Or did your four walls devour you slowly?
We all watched the locusts migrate from overseas
And Pictures of outer space aircrafts plastered on our t.v.’s
We wore masks overs our face,
Our smiles retracted slowly back into place
We’ll make it through this year. Blasting,
“we shall be healed” through our stereos
Nothing to fear but fear. You’ve got your,
cancelled plans and I’ve got the mountain goats
I couldn’t see things clearly with the hair in my face
A man died in Minneapolis is when we lost faith
I felt the shift, you felt the shake
We all moved with the metaphorical earthquake
We’ll make it through this year. Blasting,
“I shall be free” through our stereos
Nothing to fear but fear. You’ve got your,
cancelled plans and I’ve got bob Dylan songs
We’ll make it through this year. Blasting,
“we shall be healed” through our stereos
Nothing to fear but fear. You’ve got your,
cancelled plans and I’ve got the mountain goats
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(Outro)
00:13
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
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Charlie Weber London, Ontario
Charlie Weber & The Glorious Failures. "Award Losing" Emo-Americana from London Ontario.
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