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I'm Not Lonely Anymore
02:02
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Meet me in the morning on the edges of this city,
help me find the venom that will make me feel more pretty
I’d like to believe I could slip this skin all on my own
but I can’t pry myself away from staring at my phone
The answers I had gotten to questions In my past
held me in a state that I thought would never last
the skin I’d slipped had gotten stuck and wrapped right round my toes
it held me tight and buried me until it was the only thing I’d known
You are right and I am left a statue of myself and to meaningless regret
the sun comes up and I stay down the same old path that lead me to who I am now
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2. |
Afterlife
02:40
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Pass out the eulogies, spit on your enemies
give up on the fear he gives a shit about your holidays
It’s just paid vacation, with the minor implication
that someone might actually loves you
It’s nice to think we’re needed for some bigger reason,
but reasonably speaking it’s just like the changing of the seasons.
A natural anomaly, lacking in meaning but probably
we’ll never really know the truth.
What if I wrong and there’s an Afterlife.
What if I’m right and you’re just wasting all your time.
Praying for a fortune you’ll never win, never taking it on the chin
always coming out on the loosing end…
Now getting back to basics we take things for granted,
the environment is fucked, yeah the wealth gap is slanted.
There’s bombings in the desert, and I can’t find my sweater
and it’s getting chilly in my room.
Now if everything thing we needed was right here in front of me
I’d never need a thing, the world would be in harmony.
I’m not asking you to renounce it, just think about it logically
cos somewhere down the line they lied to you.
Wasting all the time that you’ve got left
pushing faith in front of facts and figures saying
“He’ll save us from (this)"
Don’t forget to take in whats right here and now
it’s like you already bought your ticket
and the lights are fading down
Maybe when we’re dead that’s all that happens,
or maybe when your dead there’s something waiting for us.
It’s just east to forget that it’s being alive that truly matter
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3. |
Becki (The Worst)
02:45
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Choking down drinks with a mission in mind
picking up the pieces that you left behind
if i gave you my heart would you give me a break
life’s too short to hide from all your mistakes
pass me the bottle and I could love you again
you were singing the verse and keeping the beat with your hands
I told you i hate you but baby i don’t
if you’re looking for a sorry well maybe I won’t
oh, I see you on a Saturday night
no, I feel you but it don’t feel right
I still got the fuel if you’ve got the fire
call me the fool who fell in love with a liar
old habit’s die hard tonight
you never took me out of your sights
but I’m still here waiting for my prize
you could take me anywhere in those eyes
I won’t regret it if you won’t forget it
you’re still the worst person i’ve ever met
oh fuck it. Singing…
oh, I see you on a Saturday night
no, I feel you but it don’t feel right
You found me in a fragile state, on a heart break binge again
You said you’d give me anything I said I wanted everything
You know I lied when you said just friends
and it’s hard to see from the bottom of this bottle that this was all my fault
If I had to try I’d do it all again but next take you with a grain of salt
baby take me with a grain of salt
oh, I see you on a Saturday night
no, I feel you but it don’t feel right
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4. |
Wait and Worry
03:37
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My heart breaks for you, cos you’ll never find the kind of love you get to keep and I can relate to you, cos you’re sitting in the same boat as me
it’s hard but I’m trying to, be the better man that you want me to be
but I’m sleeping across town,
and you wish that I was someone else
and I’m trying hard to fake this smile
and make you understand
this is not what I had planned
It was last July, the first time I told you I ever felt this alive
You gave me the hardest time, but I woke up thinking maybe thins would be alright and that’s where our hearts collide, pushing wait and worry and everything else to the sides
but I’m sleeping across town,
and you wish that I was someone else
and I’m trying hard to fake this smile
and make you understand
this is not what I had planned
This is not, you are not,
this is not what I had thought
this is not what I had planned
I Can hear today, what you used say,
and I still see how your hair would move when you start to sing,
that same damn line by the counting crows
I wonder if you knew how you got to me,
I never really believed in love but if this is what you’re offering
I’d like to be someone who believes
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5. |
Too Close
04:20
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Heard the city calling, woke up to the morning rain
I remembered you so fondly wonder when I’ll be back again
was the kind of night that we held so tight, cos we know we’ll never get it back. In my mind the the moments were stolen, so we’d run as we cover our tracks
Yeah the streets were screaming found desire for the open plains
your face came to me like a vision, then it vanished without a trace
It’s 32 days since I lost my way, I’ve been looking for a girl like you
got burned by the heat of the moment, now I only have the scars as proof
Now I know to never get too close,
to hide up in your homes and board up the windows
I wasn’t sure, if i could open up these doors
you either fight agains the storm or just let it hit you…
My head was pounding, sober thought pour through my mind
Every night it’s always the same thing, kill ourselves just to feel alive
you would hold me close just to let me go, when you’d say you’d always be there I wasn’t sold, crossed your fingers promised something I knew you couldn’t swear.
Now I found shelter, in my own helter skeltor
hoping the sky would clear up for me
dust off these old bones, rip down the curtains so
so the sun can shine on me…
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The country we knew held high on pedestals
has been burning proud and bright since i was young
don’t you tell me about freedom, don’t tell me about hope
because the illusion of freedom means nothing at all
Gather round children they lied to you
that we must tear up the land just to pay our dues
and no-one will suffer and no one will lose
so if you’re tired of writing fiction why not tell us the truth
Grab yourself some rope and pull a little tighter
if you won’t budge then we won’t either
I guess this is what fighting fire with fire is all about
cos its the air that I breathe and my foot is in the soil
how could you think we’d be so goddamn loyal
So when get what you need once you’ve raped the land
will you call us for help when there is nothing left
you ha the supply and you filled the demand
when you think about profit safety is meaningless
And what about the children who cannot re act
to a future of struggle for which they didn’t ask
of the waste beneath the lakes and the ruined habitats
so the sun the winds and rains will fight back
Grab yourself some rope and pull a little tighter
if you won’t budge then we won’t either
I guess this is what fighting fire with fire is all about.
Cos its the air that I breathe and my foot is in the soil
how could you think we’d be so goddamn loyal
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7. |
Carter & Cash
02:36
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Take me back to Folsom Prison, so I can sing the words I wrote for you
I fear my train is coming, so I’ll kiss you like John kisses June.
Maybe things aren’t always as they seem,
and maybe I’m just trying for something more,
but overtime I think I see things clearly
you always have one foot out the door.
I saw a face in my reflection, it looked at me like I look at you
I crack a joke and then you’d smile. You kissed me like I was John and you were June.
Words are so frequently misunderstood,
and actions never spoke so loud before.
In the late night you said everything
but I still had one more…
So take me back to Folsom Prison, so I can sing the words I wrote for you
I fear my train is coming and the whistle only ever blows for you.
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8. |
June
03:56
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Man it feels like I’m dying, while I’m caught in this jet stream
The words are forgotten, my hearts all but rotten as I’m trying to shed this snakes skin
and you deserve better, someone better than me
someone who knows what they want and just how to get it
and how you should be treated
I’ve been lying to myself, saying time makes things better
It’s good or bad weather, it’s better if i don’t leave this house
Do you ever think of me, in that sharp northern air
you’re always one step away, and things aren’t the same
It’s hard to believe that anyone cares
that I’v been screaming at the top of my lungs
hoping my words might just reach you and the next time I see you
I’ll sing you one of your songs
I’ve been lying to myself, saying time makes things better
It’s good or bad weather, it’s better if i don’t leave this house
but you moved away from me, and I can’t say i blame you
dreams they don’t come true, unless you are willing to lose everything
I do hope that you’re happy, although i’m still standing here
but now I’m taking issue with the time that I gave you
and suddenly it all came so clear
this is all I remember, I never said a word
another heart broken melody, booze mixed with fallacy
and I’m taking it out on myself
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9. |
Midnight Hours
04:13
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It’s the midnight hours that holds our clearest thinking
it’s the power in the night that wakes us in the early morn
let the sweat drip down my skin, the the blood seep out my pores
the candles burning low, i don’t think it can take any more
It’s the feeling in my gut, that keeps me believing
the choices I’ve made are headed for a perfect storm
and I trust these brittle bones to carry me back home
after each new defeat when the music and the beat leaves me all alone
and I can’t cut loose, until I forget who, I am running from.
So give me the reason, and I’ll give you anything
cos I can’t remember the words that got me here
or how I made your heart sing.
Give me a second try and I’m sure to make you smile
on a stage that’s far from home in a city we both know is alive
is alive.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, the feeling you gave me
that I can’t quite put into words or write down on the page
It’s the sound in my ear in the moment of time that brought me to life
with the lights in my eyes that will keep me like a bird in a cage
So give me the reason, and I’ll give you anything
cos I can’t remember the words that got me here
or how I made your heart sing
So give me a second try and I’m sure to make you smile
on a stage that’s far from home in a city we both know is alive
is alive
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10. |
To Nights Spent Alone
03:46
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I’ve given up on dreaming, it’s those sleepy eyes that are keeping me awake and I won’t say it’s thieving, but you’re stealing the colour from my face. What do I know about you but: your face, your lips and your eyes.
And you know I wouldn’t doubt you that it’s not me but this place you despise and that's alright.
Now I can’t shake this feeling that ties me to the ceiling
and what do I suppose could come from asking you to dance
drown my course with worry, this glass half full short story
and what do i suppose could come from if I just take you by the hand… I understand
I can’t take the burden, you’re the straw thats breaking my back
and I don’t think you heard em, but for these words I’ve been taking some flack but I thought em, so I’ll take em, and put them in a song
and if they come out correctly maybe we’ll just fall in love
all I need is direction cos there’s a chance I could be wrong, I could be wrong…
Now I can’t shake this feeling that ties me to the ceiling
and what do I suppose could come from asking you to dance
drown my course with worry, this glass half full short story
and what do i suppose could come from if I just take you by the hand…
I understand.
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11. |
When Yer Gone
02:49
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Forgive me if I forget to call,
you’ll find me the Townes ahead.
And if you’re with me I might forget to talk
don’t forget the lines I wrote for you...
We’ll wander in and back and forth,
to places we’ve both been before
After tonight you won't see me again
With a memory of then and now,
with a likeness I don’t resemble now...
when yer gone I’ll leave a message that says.
That I’m not perfect, I'm holding out for something that seems worth it
and when yer gone, I hope to find the voice that takes me home
Next time you see me, well you won’t;
I found a road that carries with the wind.
And you might find footsteps down by your way
and don’t forget the nights when I said to you,
I’ll try to call from time to time, it’s harder said but if you’d like
I’d like to pick up where we left off. With a memory of then and now,
with a likeness that won’t resemble how, When yer gone I'll leave a message that says...
That I’m not perfect, I'm holding out for something that seems worth it
and when yer gone, I hope to find the voice that takes me home
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12. |
Master of Illusion
05:10
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You were a force to be reckoned with
I was the boy on the viewing bridge
you were the cold night stars, under the bright lights
Your voice was the siren’s song
I was singing the words as you lead me into the the rocks
memories of heart break and ecstasy all but faded away
Yeah where a quarter will steal you a kiss
down on the pier with our faces into the wind
it was a fixed game, but I took my chance anyway...
But I got caught buying into the lights and sounds
with foreign words you had underneath your spell
mirrors pointed back at me as you backed away…
Oh, yeah I’ve been falling for it
the pictures of ghosts and the hands that you’ve slighted
It’s in my throat, with the cancer that’s beside it
and when the smoke is gone, you can’t keep hiding
So sing me a song about your victory bonds, while you’re grinding your teeth. You’ve got the heart of an artist but a mind for the streets,
but the pictures you paint aren’t very clear.
Cos it’s the words that you’re telling me that are falling apart,
you’re the master of illusion but you can’t read the cards
is it the curtains that called you here?
Oh, yeah I’ve been falling for it
the pictures of ghosts and the hands that you’ve slighted
It’s in my throat, with the cancer that’s beside it
and when the smoke is gone, you can’t keep hiding
now the smoke is gone but you keep on hiding.
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Charlie Weber London, Ontario
Charlie Weber & The Glorious Failures. "Award Losing" Emo-Americana from London Ontario.
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