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Pawner
02:56
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The yellow line
The to and from
Forever side by side
Is that my time
Shat out on the ground and food for flies
Just some words
Just some feelings
Desperate hands on fallen ceilings
I've gotta take my grab at something great
Something great
So I'm off into the sunset
A little more glasses than cape
I've gotta take my grab at something great
Heavier than carrying my name
And how much longer written on your face
The yellow line
The to and from
Forever side by side
I've gotta take my grab at something great
Is that my time
Shat out on the ground and food for flies
Heavier than carrying my name
Yeah, a little more lasting than shame
Oh, pawner
Pawner
Pawner
Hocked it all for circumstance
Came up short, no back up plan
Pawner
Pawner
Pawner
Hocked it all for circumstance
Came up short, no back up plan
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2. |
Killin' It
03:09
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Watch it break like knives in the pavement
We brand and bury
The sounds that carry all the weight
Keep killing, keep killing it
The feeling and this love of mine
Life tonight with sell-outs and fading fakers
Walk the line and hold hands with the sides you favor
Guard your heart with rumble strip so much
That there's no road left to follow into the sun
I'm trying and failing!
Watch it break like knives in the pavement
Climb and climb, does the view ever become the life?
No time, the bomb won't wait to be analyzed
Is it about the sound or the system?
If you're talking to me how can you listen?
Take the whole damn story in line
And what it's worth
Take every clash, battle, the guilt, and pride
And fill the verse
Now tell me do you feel it?
The rip in the wings?
Now tell me do you feel it?
The slash of the heels?
It's buried so what's left to feel?
Watch it break like knives in the pavement!
We're just getting warm
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3. |
Screams in Caves
03:46
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Fighting with the bottle drinking me
Sunrise on red eyes
I'll take my one-man army to the streets
For this week's story
Washed up but he loves to say the lines
To empties on car seats
Most of the nights he starts as two of five
With no chance to out man
The movie in my head is dragging on
Turn it off and we’ll shut in on the songs that play
In your heart like screams in caves
And talks that stay ‘till dark turns into oncoming today
You want a friend for life just listen to me
I know how good it looks before it's gone
The late bloom of a cold room
The bar lit star who always plays it wrong
Drinks to first tries on his last night
Fall to know it's fine, we can't expect much better
The trade for better times, the turn down without question
Don't you feel the pull? It's stronger now than ever
It left like melting snow and came back tough as leather
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4. |
Kneel on Nails
03:37
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Clear the gap in the ceiling
Bed to bed, dead skin peeling
The rhyme was broken, a line from closed
Crossed out twice, unsaid and choked
Hold now let it go, cowards leading their chest bones
The rhyme was broken, a line from closed
Crossed out twice, unsaid and choked
I been building up your name with gold
So listen when it hits the ground
The feeling of being alone
You'll never know
For you I kneel on nails and never give a reaction
We all sign deals,
Some cash it in on the backs of the cast offs
The cool kids got you at thirty
Living owed, over earning
But worst of all, when you need a call
Who will be missing in the same song
How's life? What's new?
Nothing wrong here, how 'bout you?
Buried down, and glossed over, crack your neck and hold me closer.
I been waiting just to hear the quote
See how the eyes play off the mouth
Yeah, the feeling of being alone
You'll never know
I'm down and waiting out the fight
But I can't wait for too long
I could just close my eyes and give it back ten times
Have we not grown up since school?
Timid me and gutless you
Building up your name in gold
Listen when it hits the ground
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5. |
My Best Days
04:10
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I've been scraped and I've been bruised
I never had a love like this to lose
Stealing your hear like an old t-shirt you'll never throw away
Living it up like old furniture, walked past every day.
Will you stay up with me long enough to hear me sing?
My voice ain't much, always wished it were prettier
But I never could sit to learn
It's all the same, wind up to hit and it fades
The life the game, wind up to hit and it fades
It's me you carry, your gold-leaf obituary
I know what they're saying about me
The faces are changing, the sentiment is rearranging
They'll all have nightmares about me on my best days
I've been scraped and I've been bruised
I never had a love like this to lose
What did you think it was? Don't you get what you are?
The weight we're gonna' break free from and rise above
It's funny how those that don't do, speak tons
It's all the same, wind up to hit and it fades
The life the game, wind up to hit and it fades
Cheap bets and ankle weights, full fledge disarray
But they're out best days, what did you think they were?
To you it's all the same but I'm learning to let it fade
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6. |
Life Between the Lines
03:51
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What do we call this thing?
Distilled, it's still disgusting
Do we just walk with it and hope it dies
No matter how weak this drink,
Twenty deep and you're still under
Bring out the word, bring out the feeling
Is implication more revealing?
Do you know the code?
Was it never taught to you?
Was it never put on you?
Weren't you ever told you can't be born into it?
Deeper than disparity
A shred of the curtain hangs in front of me
A tattered piece, from when I was a boy
What do we call this thing?
What do we call this thing?
Back of your throat, it's almost there
It's just the stitch of what you wear
You weren't born into it
Do you know the code?
Was it never taught to you?
Was it never put on you?
Weren't you ever told you can't be born into it?
Was it never taught to you?
Was it never put on you?
It hits you like a brick when you realize you're were born into it
Life between the lines can't get any sweeter,
Life between the lines, aren't you feeling freer?
From the streets to the steps
Put generation names to rest, we sing
Out to silence
The let down from the streets, to the steps,
Put generation names to rest we sing,
Out, out to silence, the let down
Let us not be shameful forever
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Talking in my sleep
Back pedal to the reason you don't wanna' walk with me
Don't fight what you can't say, you know I do it
You can't hope to live off change, or hope she's gonna' chase
or barter on good faith
Or wither white with grace
While drive eats you away
But you and I,
We're breaking the windows so we can feel the cold
Computers and candles lighting what we know
We're doing fine
Now and here won't fade this time
Drove up to Beacon Hill for the first time tonight
It's us against our will,
With Neil Young and Catholic guilt
So we're both a little gone, and the scenery's getting hazy
At the starting line of last year
Grinning like a fool
Can you tell how much the road veers
Can you own it, if it owns you?
But you and I,
We're breaking the windows so we can feel the cold
Computers and candles lighting what we know
We're doing fine
Now and here won't fade this
Time, I promise that we won't sell the store
Yeah, there's wintery weather, but I'll never leave New York
But we're doin' fine
Now and here won't fade this time.
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8. |
Bottled Wind
03:52
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Yeah, you're looking tired and broken
Like the pillar of a dock, dead sitting
The water hitting you, but never breaking through
Is "going places" getting somewhere now?
You should be running faster or down days will shatter you,
Talking on what's overdue
Let me ask you once and not again,
Are we half asleep or walking dead?
Let me tell you how the times have changed
The wasteland isn't just for the teenaged
You look so together, slightly disheveled like the free spirit that you are
It's so impressive, doing what's done by few, living your life in bloom
Might feel like the wait staff on the midnight train
You've got your heart in your pocket, heavier than river rocks
How slow till it's full stop?
Let me ask you once and not again,
Are we half asleep or walking dead?
Let me tell you how the times have changed
The wasteland isn't just for the teenaged
Ginny eyes, is this my exciting life?
Or just a lie, 'cause the borderline gets thinner
Between here and that small town
I can't outrun it on
Bottled wind
So let me ask you once and not again,
Are we half asleep or walking dead?
Let me tell you how the times have changed (Let me tell you how the times have changed)
The wasteland isn't just for the teenaged
I'll tell it and be done,
Swimming is how sinking isn't sunk
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9. |
Slow Roam
04:17
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A wall of sound might as well be brick
A foreign town, you talk like you're a stewardess
We joke about how life is not just photo booths and drunk truths
But we will try, especially if it's hopeless
I am fine in a loser museum,
Yeah, we laugh a lot down here
Waitin' on a chance, waitin' with each other
Fillin' stop gaps with war stories for saps and savory suffer
But are we waitin' for the slow roam?
Are we waitin' for the give or go?
You can stop it all on a dime
And send crashing what's behind
You know my heart won't break that easy
I have found the hope in this
I thought they were just days
Shots of light raking nights' early hour stay
Lately they've been a little bit more like a dog-ear folding on the passing page
What we climb towards change
Especially if it's hopeless
They say that natures hates a vacuum
We haven't been kicked out just yet
Find your aim, it doesn't matter what you think you were meant for
Bury the pain, and he can't come back and tell who you are,
It's just another day
So find your aim, it doesn't matter who you think is deserving,
The lines of paint, wash away with the line about
How you're fine
I am fine down here
The traffic lights are changing, with no one stopped and waiting
The days are long and staying, like dog ears on the pages
One for all the laughs down here
Because my heart won't break that easy
I have found the hope in this
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10. |
Religion on the Radio
03:03
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I been looking around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
Asking myself are they a metaphor of the lack of drive, or dead battery eyes?
You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way
You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay
Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
The departure screen, looking at me like it was talking shit just as I walked in
Too much debt, pride, and swinging mood through American veins
The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame
Yeah, we were playing dead,
Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread
Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps
It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
We can't find any other signal
Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're building something that's worth the build
But keeping in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with height
Don't you think of starting over now, what a waste
The guy in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face
Are you gonna' break down the wall
Playing with a red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
Break down the wall
Playing with the red rubber ball
Pick the hammer up
Turn me all to dust
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11. |
3-4 Tango
04:40
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Arthur climbs the stairs in the back
Wipes his feet on the welcome mat
Puts his keys on the shelf that he built
Checks the plants on the windowsill
Catches a glimpse of himself in the glass
Laughs cause his hair's stickin' up in the back
He can't call his kids or his wife
Cause he'd drink 'till he'd cry to his daughter
About God and life
A silhouette of innocence
A shaving cut on common sense
Holding what can't let you go
Laughing hardest to the comic's intro
A winter walk to clear your mind
Do your twenties suck until twenty-nine?
Holding what can't let you go
Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango
Sara disowned her whole family
And then her brother the writer penned the story
She said, "you just sit there and think that you
Know about people when really
You wanna hold the mirror to nature
Thinking you're the next Miller or Shakespeare
Will the glass ever come to you?
Cause who knows what you'd do?"
A silhouette of innocence
A shaving cut on common sense
Holding what can't let you go
Laughing hardest to the comic's intro
A winter walk to clear your mind
Do your twenties suck until twenty-nine?
Holding what can't let you go
Dance your heart out to the 3-4 Tango
It's that haunting thought and familiar ghost
That holds you hard and can't let you go,
Let you go!
Some use crowds of strangers
Like a shield
From love and being loved,
Being loved
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