1. |
Keeper
02:35
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My secret keeper calls me up to talk
And I hear him coming back down the hall
And I'll drink to try and keep the moment still, sitting next to you
But he comes on in then there's nothing I can do
So go a head and talk to him
I'll just sit and think about instruments
Go a head I was feeling torn
Now I'm fine
I'm trailing at the back of the pack
And you're leading like you're planning an attack
I come back down
And you're following somebody else again
And I lost track like I wasn't watching at all
So go a head and talk to them
I'll just sit and think about anything
Go a head I was feeling torn
Now I'm fine
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2. |
Tv Family
01:32
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I walk into a room
And I see someone who looks just like you and I think
Why do I even bother wearing all these stupid clothes
At least I'm already tattooed
At least I left a mark on you
And I know that even when I disrobe I'm going to sleep in my clothes
I walk into a room
And I see someone who looks just like you
And I think of all the reasons that I like you
And who I'd rather be talking to
I know I'm not really confused by all these images and attitudes
Cause it can't be you, yeah it's not all you, yeah you're not all you
I walk into a room
And i meet someone who looks just like me
And I think how I just wanna listen to the tv
Tell me how to be just like my family
And everyone here's my family, cause we all watch the same tv
And I love you too
And I love you too
And I love you too
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3. |
Honest Failing
02:01
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I walk the talk and I play the party
I don't have to try, they walk around me
Brushing up and spittin out flaws
Is it wrong I wanna be caught
Just so I don't have to keep from opening up
I try to hold it in but then I'm coughing up smut
It's just an honest failing
And when I talk, I double cross it
So I never have to stick to myself
I'm just a con, a dull reflection
Of everyone who's passing me around
When I see you're near I stare at the wall
And when you move in close, don't feel anything at all
And when I pull you in close, don't feel anything at all
It's just an honest failing
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I am the father of my thoughts
Connected as pictures between the dots
I could be everything you'd want of me
And I live for everyone I love
But I can't complete any of the things I want
Cause I'm too fucking busy being anything
Like I don't think I understand
Why your best friends gonna be half the man I ought a be
What do you want of me
Like I don't think I understand
How your best friend goes to bed and I'm supposed to leave
What do you want of me
I am the father of my thoughts
Connected as pictures between the dots
Just how all our conversations
always seem
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5. |
Excersise
03:00
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Sleeping out loud with my head in a cloud
Not so much hanging around but least we're talking 'bout it
The smell of peppermint stings it's cut with silver and rings
Maybe romantic or something not so complicated
Chew up a stock sort of comment cause I really don't want this
Made into too much more then we're playing with
Over heard her name from a couple of friends
Then I get outta this head to head, and back to a cigarette
I'm just calling you out, then it's back to the night
Lean up on elbows and wrists line up refreshing a tip
it's just a couple more cent's to keep a head on a list
caught reflected in glass and then I turn with a crash
And then a little change slips and rolls back into the stash
I got these pressure points pinching up on the corners of my eyes
I see a chorus of lines, like they're communicating
Chew up the back of my mouth to keep from being too loud
When I'm not moving back and forth I get this terrible headache
I'm just calling you out and it's back to the night
I return to find some free space
Put no where here is unused
Protect a place saved for a thought made
But I'm too freaked out to talk to you
I'm just hanging by some cheap thoughts
My reserve spent dry just walking through
Cause I'm too fucked up to talk to you
I made some sense of this night while I'm out slipping on ice
Now I'm relaxing into freezing cause I'm not stuck in my mind
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6. |
My Whiked World
03:05
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You don't wanna watch me singing in a bar
Yeah you're hiding 'round the corners or the legs of your friends
But I can tell where you are all night
Now I'm on a cigarette
I'm just a detail in the night
But I can't see the details
My whole world is getting filled by this feeling
When I wake up and I'm alone in your apartment
Yeah the light is coming in through the cracks in your sheets
but the motion of the day hasn't started
And I'm on a cigarette
I'm just a detail in the day break
But I can't see the picture frame
And My whole world is getting filled by this feeling
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Unconveyed
02:40
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Stand victim of my resolve
I tried hard, I couldn't better myself
I painted flowers in your head
I try to talk, but nothing I just cut right into you
I tried hard, turning circles in the conversation
So hard to tell the difference between anything
And each time I set by lines
The moves set, just gotta follow it through
I tried hard to play designer
I try to talk, but nothing I just cut right into you
And then each word is followed by a terrible, silence
It doesn't change even if I think I thought of everything
Can't tell the difference between nothing and anything
Set up strong and you wash me away
I lose grip and we go tumbling again and again
I try and set it all straight
But it won't relate
It's just noise
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Balaclava Saint John, New Brunswick
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