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Eighty-Eight Keys
02:51
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She said, "Eighty-eight keys, yeah that's all you need,
When you don't know what to say you just play what you mean,
And when you don't know what to do, do what you need,
To find your eighty-eight keys."
See, there was this girl, she did as she pleased,
But she'd do anything to see me play the eighty-eight keys,
She had it all, she was cute as could be,
She said "I'll stick around if you sing to me."
I said, "Oh, I swear I've got it in me, if you could hear me out,
I could sing to you forever, and I'm starting now,
Oh, no, you're too far to listen, but if you'd hear me out,
I would sing to you forever, and I'm starting now."
And when the world spun around, that's when she had to leave,
Because there were bigger things ahead in the life she'd lead,
I thought I played it all wrong, or my voice was too weak,
I said, "What's the point in these stupid keys?"
But when there's places to go, and there's people to see,
Then I suppose that it was easy to forget about me,
And when she left this town and the emptiness peaked,
I found my eighty-eight keys.
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Far Too Gone
04:46
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It's 2:00AM, I'm finished packing up the van,
The bar is next to empty, and you can barely stand,
I played the songs that build a summer,
I sang the words, not mine but clever,
Through it all will you dissever,
That you're still in my eyes?
We take a ride, I keep the river at my side,
The window is your best friend until I switch to park from drive,
The truck plays discs that you created,
To store the time associated,
With when we thought that we could make it,
Am I still in your eyes?
I get you home and though we both will sleep alone,
In the morning you'll remember what you're far too gone to know,
With Sharpie ink I'll stain your hands,
That things don't always go as planned,
Will five words make you understand,
That you're forever in my eyes?
You remain more beautiful than the day we came to be,
I remain as foolish as the day gone over me.
I always said that music was the way to put strength into my words,
To put strength into anything,
And it's all that I can do to hope and pray,
That this gets to you.
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The Information Age
03:49
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I hate the information age, the reckless integration of a world gone crazy,
Given over while it's all the rage, and I can't stop at all.
She's living for the modern age, the differentiation of a girl gone crazy,
Same old lines on a brand new stage, and I can't stop, no.
I'm tearing up the plain white page because the stupid deformations are all making me crazy,
Turn around now before your conscience strays, and I can't stop, no.
I hate the information age, the reckless integration of a world gone crazy,
Turn around now before your conscience fade, and I can't stop, no.
Don't stop when you've not yet given her up,
I gave but it's not quite ever enough,
I know that she's not yet ever been loved,
I know, I know.
I won't fall down, not for any amount at all,
Gone underground, I'll be the hero when this falls,
These ideas bounce right back from mirrors on the wall,
I'll sneak around the new and innovative ways to tear me apart.
And you lie to me, propagate your images for others to see,
You lie to me, and I'm never quite sure who you're trying to be.
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4. |
Down With Grace
03:44
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It's no secret that the world loves drama, but it's never been kosher to say,
You best be leaving because there's going to be trauma,
No one's getting out of this, not getting out of this today.
Fancy that, a problematic attraction, as though the worse it gets, the bigger her eyes,
Fact to fiction, she's surpassed my attrition and I won't snuggle any more with her lies,
In contradiction to her harmful convictions she will never stand alone in these crimes,
With friends like you she's got accomplices too, but this would end if you would just leave her side.
I was unaware that she knew everything,
I was unaware that I could hate,
I was unaware I accountable for the things she did,
And I was unaware that I'm not safe with her,
No, I'm not safe anywhere.
Congratulations, seems she got what she wanted, but it's appalling she's so happy to see,
A girl in shambles from accusing preambles and a boy insisting love is naive,
It may be possible that nothing is sacred, but how vicarious the life that she's chose,
Church on Sunday to an abortion come Monday because vicarious comes as vicarious goes.
I was unaware that you'd say anything,
I was unaware that I could hate,
I was unaware I was accountable for the things you said,
And I was unaware that I'm not safe.
It's no secret that the girl loves drama, but it's never been more clear than today,
Imagination leads to imminent trauma,
No one's getting out of this, not getting out of this today.
You're not getting out of this today.
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She dreams when she sleeps,
I know because I watch her thoughts collide with the sheets,
They tangle in the blankets, then they tangle in me,
And the pictures from her mind seem to render me entwined in the life she'll lead,
And now I can't breathe.
It's been far too long and it's not about the love or not,
It's about right and wrong when you're no longer distracted by the wood piling on,
To the fire that will rage to my effigy on stage to a moral crowd,
I heard them scream so loud.
When misappropriation takes on a four letter word,
It seems there's little left to do but just watch the days unfurl,
You swear she'd find a better life if she'd only see,
That you're dragging her down by not setting her free,
You can't push her around while you take what you need.
When the past won't stay gone, you tried to forget her but you've remembered too long,
There's nothing worse than living with what should have lived on,
There's nothing worse than living when you should have just stayed still.
Here's what they'll call the world's greatest fadeout,
My heart turns to sand, but her hour glass was frozen,
And the time that it spans is the time that it takes for me to learn from my mistakes,
But I never will,
I can only stay still.
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6. |
Blow Me a Holloway
04:11
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The nights fall fast like curtains to her stage,
And they're leaving with every claim she's made,
It's all underground, she swears the show doesn't go on,
But time and again her audience proves her wrong,
It's time for the end when the trust proves gone.
When love is misplaced, it's steps aren't easily retraced,
But their fingers point fast at me to blame,
It's a tragic cast, but she insists that she dies last,
So lay quiet let a tragedy unfurl,
But if I play the villain then who takes home the girl?
No damage, the world's still turning isn't it?
Tear me down to attain control,
Tell me I'm illogical,
Say I'm wrong just to keep me close,
I know what's right, but I can't let go.
The only thing that's more perfect than the wind,
Is that after the calm, it comes back again,
To blow me away.
I swear that you'll do better in the latter of September,
And before you know that it's over, you'll be rocking out in October.
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Night
07:23
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Beyond the nodding heads and the bright light beams,
They sing it back and the words strike me alone,
And they don't know what I told you as I took the stage,
That I can't do another day, I know what no one knows,
That I sing alone,
Night.
In a couch cold war you'll take your stand,
Soft skin under helpless hands, what no one knows,
You say no one's ever been this close, but I could not feel more alone with you,
But you can't know,
That I sing alone,
Night.
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8. |
Ryan T. Coke
04:43
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She's good to go, I'm hanging on to something,
I don't even know what it is anymore,
I'm holding down hope, I'm holding down anything,
But it's gone for sure.
I'm phoning it in, I'm phoning in for someone,
The phony within is spilling out on the floor,
A bowl of bunched downed in an unfinished basement,
Passed out I'll be ignored.
I'm feeling down while you're living it up,
I'm giving over while you're giving it up,
And I'm getting chills while you're heating it up,
Just take what you need,
Just go.
It's not who you are, it's who you've become,
You'd throw out the world if I said it was done,
It's not who you are, it's who I've become,
I gave up the world.
A new haircut, a new style and some new teeth for the same smile,
Am I too late to save this, when a clutch design can't stop a reckless kiss.
It's two o'clock, I've got papers due tomorrow,
I should be racing the clock, but I sit at my piano,
And now you want to talk, but I can't bare to see you,
So I'll pray to the thought that you finally get what you deserve.
She'll take what she deserves.
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Wish Upon a Plastic Star
05:03
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And she deserves someone else to walk her through her plastic hell,
I can't do this, I need help,
I have given up on myself.
And she can't fall asleep these nights wondering what's on my mind,
I can't bare to let her know that I have never let you go.
The days fly past, the nights crawl slow, I've shown her all I dare to show,
And I won't sleep but I'll still try, when plastic stars sing lullabies.
Awake under a plastic sky, this ceiling has seen a thousand lies,
But truth could come with one more try.
Could you come home, I'll show you what I've done,
Could you come home, come see who I've become,
Could you come home, I know that it's been years,
Could you come home, tell me what I'm doing here?
She deserves someone else.
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Satellite Song
05:31
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Rotate the world, traverse those silly circles Kepler made,
To reference the Universe, our viewpoint never stays the same,
And down here on Earth it seems the people stray in much the same way,
But Satellite I say tonight that I hope you never change.
New ideas are formed and new stars are born everyday,
When you show the world to me, you paint it in a perfect way,
And Satellite, your path, your flight is such a sight to see,
I'm on the ground, when you come down I hope you come to me.
Reverse the world, rehearse a way to slow the moments down,
This time machine provides the means to turn the Earth around,
Satellite when you're in sight your signals all surround me,
Your beauty spans above the land and all the weight that grounds me.
These ideas they storm the front lines of my everyday,
When you're in my world I see a star that shines in every way,
And if I could be the destination where you aim to be,
Then I'd stop the world and find the girl that shows the stars to me.
I hope that you know that somewhere out there is your biggest fan,
I am yours.
I dream I can fly up to you Satellite,
To see the look in your eyes, the one that makes me crazy.
Must we say goodbye when you streak through the sky?
To see the world through your eyes, just one look makes me crazy.
I hope that you know that way, way down here, I'm your biggest fan,
I am yours.
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11. |
Safety Nets
07:00
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A phone call turned contract to leave this world on contact,
Please stay on the line,
But her family's a crisis and these are her devices,
Please stay on the line and I'll be yours if you'll be mine,
I'll be yours if you'll be mine,
Safety nets entwined.
You can drink that bottle, you can down those pills,
But it's not the mixture, it's the world that kills,
You can turn those pages, they're in black and white,
Though they speak of heaven, this is hell tonight,
It eats you alive.
From a family of crisis, she's got her devices,
She'll stay strong and I'll be yours if you'll be mine,
Safety nets entwined.
You can drink that bottle, you can down those pills,
But it's not the mixture, it's the world that kills,
You can turn those pages, they're in black and white,
Though they speak of heaven, this is hell tonight,
I need you alive.
It's worth you holding on because it's so worth holding on to you.
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