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Baptize
04:19
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I can change if I need to/
I can pray like I mean it/
And I can say all of the right things/
That my folks solely believe/
But if I’m honest with myself/
I’m quite content with the unknown/
And I think that’s what scares me the most/
When the sermon fell silent/
And I remember stepping in/
With the clothes that I came in/
Holy water soaking wet/
Now the choir lights it up once more/
And its a song that we’ve all sung/
In a bathtub, behind the pulpit/
My father, he was so proud/
And I saw it in him then/
Well I doubt he’ll feel the same way/
When he finds out just what I did/
Say a prayer for me brother Paul/
But I know that I can’t be wrong/
Its the span of Oak and Jordan long/
Whispers in the wall/
While I lay in my regret/
The hell with all my honor/
Cause I’d rather just forget/
Still don’t know what I believe in/
But I’m bound to make a pact/
Empty promises to Jesus for the chance he answers/
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2. |
Grayling
04:16
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Waking up with the daylight/
In a house, in the middle of nowhere/
Not quite sure how the hell that I got here/
But I’m working it out/
And everyday its the same thing/
There’s a tax on the lonely for profit/
And I know I can never afford it/
But I’m doubling down/
Cant say it means nothing to me/ But I just don’t feel the need to stay/
When I start feeling better/
push that boulder over the hillside/
But you know when its finally up there/
Then its gotta come down/
And that’s the thing that gets to me/
Its just too dense to be sad about it/
The truth is that you hope for the best/
But, Its usually not/
Cant say it means nothing to me/ But I just don’t feel the need to stay/
Just one more sip/
Just one more puff/
Just one more night feening for junk and I swear/
That I’m gonna kick it when I’m done/
If you factor, all that I’ve lost in a lifetime of chasing something that can never be caught/
It might not make any sense but it’s all that I’ve got/
Can’t say it means nothing to me/ Cause it’s all that I’ve got now/
Waking up with the daylight/ And I’ll work it out in the meantime/
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3. |
Power
03:25
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I can’t sleep/
I wonder what this means to me/
And if you can’t eat/
Then it reflects poorly on me/
And everybody/
I can’t see/
Another way, a sweet release/
And if you don’t meet/
The required some in entirety/
Well then you’re loosing/
Cause there’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water in a swimming pool of sharks/
They like your zeal/
They molded you/
Taught you how to feel it out/
Just be yourself and no-one else/
Well then/
They told me stories/
Of the glory days, no more/
And how I’d be happier if I bought into the company they sold/
Cause there’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water in a swimming pool of sharks x2/
(Solo)
There’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water endless swimming pools of, swimming pools of/
There’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water endless swimming pools of, swimming pools of sharks/
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4. |
Choke
03:57
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It’s coming up/ It’s coming up for me/
So if you dig it up/ then dig it up slowly/
Well I got what I want/ Still afraid of what I need/
Just a pot to piss in/ And a place to sleep/
I’m going home/
I’ve had enough/
I sold my coat/
Burned all my stuff/
I haven’t had a sober thought since I turned 19/
And still bitchin’ about women that I lost along the seams/
And fucked it up/ Well I think I fucked it up/
But with any luck/ I’ll find out just what/
It’s what I lost in the knot/ Doesn’t matter what I think/
I only wish I could find some decency/
I’m going home/
I’ve had enough/
I sold my coat/
Burned all my stuff/
I was too afraid to know of what you thought of me/
So I spent the rest I had/ Lost my life to a drink/
With salt in my throat/
Black pepper in my lungs/
And I start to choke/
On riddles where I float/
I’m going home/
I’ve had enough/
I sold my coat/
And burned all my stuff/
Whatever you saw/ Scared the hell out of me/
So I headed out west/ Kept my eye on the sea/
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5. |
MIO, MI
04:13
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They couldn’t tell/
The words they could never spell/
So they rounded up their 12 on a Saturday/
They took a shot/
On his face in the parking lot/
Some were fine/
Some were caught/
With blood and stains/
And when he tried to hold his own/ It was all in vain/
Loving her was his greatest mistake/
So, when he landed one on the chin of some fuckers face/
He died that day/ And I’m not ok/
He called their bluff/
And everything he had was snuffed/
He lied there begging for them, “stop and let him be”/
When he was stung/
with smoke rising from that gun/
They hadn’t known the damage done/ A violent shame/
And when he tried to catch his breath/ he could not explain/
That loving her was his greatest mistake/
And when he landed on his back he was so afraid/
A fools crusade/ And I’m not ok/
(Solo)
And when he tried to catch his breath/ he could not explain/
That loving her was his gravest mistake/
And when he landed on his back he was so afraid/
A fools crusade/ I’m not ok/
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6. |
NORTHEAST, MPLS
03:27
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Wreckless
And a hurtful person still/
I know you think it’s sweet and cute when you kiss and run/
Do you hear anything?/
When I speak or When I sing?/
Or do you move away to avoid the sound of it?/
Ahh/
Last call comes up quickly when you’re drunk/
And I hate myself to want you even more/
One more shot of rye whiskey and I’m done/
One more attempt and I swear I’m out the door/
I saw you talking/
To that garbage person, his/
Pseudo-intellectualism cooks/
I sit here laughing/
And now its finally making sense/
Well you came with me, now you’re going home with him/
If you ignore me one more time I’m gonna loose it/
And this drink has lost it’s kick, I should go home and learn my lesson/
Last call comes up quickly when you’re drunk/
And I hate myself but want you even more/
One more shot of rye whiskey and I’m done/
One more attempt and I swear I’m out the door/
When we spent all day in bed two days ago in your apartment/
Back in northeast Minneapolis where you told me I was everything you’d ever want and now I’m getting drunker by the minute/
While he leads you to the bedroom, and I hear you, now I’m head-first in the toilet/
Yeah
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7. |
Never Knew
04:35
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No it’s not what I had said/
It’s just comatose inside my head/
I never knew you’d want me dead/ I’m/
Barely safe in my own bed/
Let it go/
Well you know what you did/
It always was, and it always is/
I never knew just what you meant by it/
Beloved cold, and I lie in it/
It came apart when you pulled the thread/
I know it now and I knew it then/
I’m never cross, I’m never mad at you/
I knew you did what you thought was best/
Let it go/
You know what you did/
It always was and it always is/
I never knew just what you meant by it/
Beloved cold and I lie in it/
So tell me what you want to do/
about the laws of sorrow too/
Cause I sorted them/
And I don’t know what you’re trying to prove/
But I know I can’t stay here too/ was shorted/
Cause I’m sorted/
And I can’t marry you x3/
It’s going to break you down real bad/
And when it comes throw it in a bag/
Know this was never my plan by you/
Learn and wash your hands of it/
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8. |
Things
04:16
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I’m not the one you’d think/
I’m a totem of better times/
I drove myself to drink/
I don’t know what I thought I’d find/
Something I could not see/
With the toil of a sober mind/
Encumbered sod I creep/
I’ve been sold by the silver line/
What did you think you’d see?/
Someone holding on to things?/
You would be lost like me/
If you weren’t still pulling all the strings/
Salt of the earth, you bleed/
Though I know you were told otherwise/
Self righteous ‘Everything’/
Never known that you’ve been told a lie/
You’re not the son of a king/
And yet it’s me that has to compromise/
And I break my back to eat/
And It’s too hard for you to empathize/
What did you think you’d see?/
Something holding on to me?/
You would be lost like me/
If you weren’t still pulling all the strings/
Who did you think I’d be?/
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9. |
Watch It Burn
04:47
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Spent all your life trying to be someone else/
Taught you to speak, try to spell it all out/
Give it some time if time will allow/
Get the lead out/
And when it was done you would talk to yourself/
Put all your thoughts in a jar on the shelf/
If it happens again then you’ll take them all down/
And repeat yourself/
So tell me what it meant to you?/
There was nothing I could do, I just fall apart x2/
When you were stuck, you were soaked to the bone/
Saying these words, “gonna die here alone”/
If the fear itself doesn’t smell on your clothes/
Hit a new low/
So tell me what it meant to you?/
There was nothing I could do, I just fall apart x2/
Christmas Eve/
Out on your parents porch/
You kissed me in the cold/
Ran into the neighbors yard/
Called me out/
In the dark/
And we watched it burn/
We stood there/
Hand in hand/
So tell me what it meant to you?/ There was nothing I could do, I just fall apart x2/
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10. |
Nihilist
04:07
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I used to think I was a brilliant speaker/
Now I wonder if I heard my cue’s/
I’m just trying to be who I never was/
And staying sober/
Do you believe in a higher power?/
It won’t offend me if you say you do/
I come from somewhere where it never was an option/
Well it’s cool you lot, I never wanted a thing/
I’ll keep living out the life I lead/
And to tell the truth, I hate you the most/
But it’s over/
So what’s your thing and does it make you happy?/
It won’t alarm me if you say it does/
I’m just waiting here on your final word/
Who you fooling?/
Guess I’m doing alright/
And yeah I’ve found my purpose/
But it’s hard enough just to write it down/
Maybe someday I’ll hit the mark?/
Time will tell/
Said it’s fine you lot/
I never wanted my dream/
I’m just trying to figure what I had to bring/
And to tell the truth, I hate you the most/
Now that it’s over/
When you tell our story/
Hope you get it right/
Did you know in that moment that you’d bought the lie/
You’ve known me for years and you know I’m no/
Home wrecker/
But it’s fine you fools, if you’re questioning/
I think, you’ll believe in almost anything/
And to tell the truth I hate you the most/
But it’s hard to hate the past when you love it this much/
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11. |
Two Hopefuls
05:53
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It was born/
In blood and marrow/
They must have planted it/
Just to watch you grow/
They took you down/
Down to the altar/
Well someone pledged to it while you/
Spoke in tongues/
Caught between a line and two hopefuls/
Never knowing you couldn’t find it two-fold/
I’d rather take the bus you threw me under/
If no one witnessed it, then it never occurred/
When all you’ve found from all of this was fear and trembling/
Don’t you think it’s time for you to find/
Another God?/
Caught within a rut and two shoe-fulls/
never knowing when you should’ve tuned out/
Caught between a line and two hopefuls/
Never known/
You can’t find it two-fold/
Oh my goodness, I can’t recall/
Was it Peter or was it Saul?/
A tax collector who wrote his wrong/
A ‘Moral Compass,’ to rely on/
Caught within a rut and two shoe-fulls/
Caught between a line and two hopefuls/
(Hopefuls x2)
Sewn to your breast/
Was your morning star/
Like spoons through your chest/
And flumes soaked in sweat/
Fluke at it’s best/
And you found the tread/
Spooked in a dress/
From your blanket’s bed/
And true what was said/
“Where some fear to tread”/
Soon, lay your head/
You’re damn right it’s bad/
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Ryan David Menghini Los Angeles, California
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