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Aint no Place (i Know)
05:00
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Ain’t no Place (i Know)
I know all I see ain’t what it’s cracked to be
Cause’ it fell through the fault
The shady trees
A cool breeze
Blue down below my knees
But there’s a way down and out
There’s a crack on the sun
So I still can’t see
It’s a blind mans curse and I ain’t got no place to be
Stole a half-step of sentiment from the eyes of the innocent
With a crooked rot in the spine
Light in a tunnel
Offscreen a huddle
It’s raining down at no-good bar and street
Still a ball and chain drags down an old man bearing but a frown
The artist turned to me and said,
There ain’t no place for a kid like you in the sun
There ain’t no place for a kid like you so run
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2. |
Hole
06:15
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Hole
Papers burn from cigarettes
Summers fall from ashes in the trey
You don’t talk so much
Although all is well beneath this tree
You don’t know
I could never really say
Our sense is keen from time to time
It never let me know
Still it would never let me go
All in all I know is we’re burnt ashes in this hole
All in all I know is we’re burnt ashes in this hole
They’ve got a spot just like I’ve got
It’s painted pepper spray and stole sunlight in the darkest night
Our senses keen from time to time
It never let me know
So it would never let me go
All in all I know is we’re burnt ashes in this hole
All involved all I know is we’re burnt ashes in this hole
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3. |
Highway in the Sky
04:06
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Highway(s) in the sky
Sometimes I wonder how the outside can be so cruel
I sit back and realize we’re all just fishes swimming in the pool
Since the fisherman has made his deal
Suppose I’m picking up the bill
Guess I’m losing all my friends tonight
Oh, you know I tried not to lose my friends to dice
Where do they go?
Ya know, the smokey O’s that blow in the tree’s
Are they messages from you to me
That we’re all just simply meant to be
Or do they lie to get through their time
Where do they lay to get through their time
I ask myself all the time
If the trees had eyes
Would they cry? Would they cry? Would they cry?
Only you can see every reason there is to be
The sugar in my tea, it makes me whisper to the moon
Screaming, oh sweet nothing all night
Oh, sweet nothing
all night
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4. |
Let It Be
05:21
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Let It Be
I layed right down by that tree
Felt a breeze as it spoke to me
It said, sometimes you know you’ll have to let it be,
I screamed outward to that sky,
You know the blue as it spoke a lie,
It said, sometimes you know you’ll have to let it be,
These kinds of things ain’t forever,
They’re real, it seems,
So go on,
Close your eyes, child,
Let it be
I seen the sunlight shining down on the leaves upon the ground
I said, oh, seems the lost have finally found,
Another reason to go on,
Another reason to be free,
We’re all slaves here,
I guess we’ll have to let it be,
The truth is spoken out at night,
But in whispers only the weary can early see,
There comes a time when you’re feeling chained and free
& for wings it said,
You know you’ll have to let it be
Too many people in the city,
Not enough honey on my tree,
The sugar In my tea makes me whisper to the moon,
Screaming oh sweet nothing all night
Oh, sweet nothing
All night
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5. |
I Get It / I Understand
01:36
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I Get It/ I understand
Someone’s always comin’ around here taking all your stuff
Says I see the reason you’re so tired and fed up
But it’s okay & it’s alright
Don’t let it get you down without a fight~
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6. |
Been There
04:34
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Been There
Coughing out the ash trey & it’s been that way
Yeah, you know it’s been that way
sinnin’ in the back room,
It’s gonna beckon is all
Wonder how it got that way
Either way, you know we’re only on the other side
I’ll see ya when you fly next time
Stuck but never stranded,
Abused
So we’re getting fucked up in the only train,
I’ll wallow when I get back,
If i get back sane,
Even though there’s “Been There” scribbled on my soul,
To know you can’t spit back even when you know you’re wrong,
So, in the meantime I’ll be stuck in’ to the rain and cold,
Ain’t nobody save my soul,
At least now you know,
It’s wicked if your wallowing and wondering the same shit I do,
Like how and why we all get used,
Or is it something to lose,
Your history is a homage from the shallow end of deathbeds tolls,
Or did you just not know?
I figured out the point-blank image, as the story, it goes,
Accustomed and you get what’s shown,
So whatcha really wanna know?
Could it be that we’re fucked up in the open train,
I’ll wallow when I get back,
If i get back sane,
Even though there’s “Been There” scribbled on my soul,
To know you can’t spit that given when you know you’re wrong,
I guess we’re getting fucked up in the only way,
They ever would have let us,
If we had our way,
O-E How I know how-
How I wish we could stay-
But I know it wouldn’t be the same and somehow I’m to blame
Cause’ even though there’s “Been There” scribbled on my soul
To know you can’t spit back given when you know you’re wrong.
So we give it to who?
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7. |
Life
02:00
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Life
You pick up the flower & tell me it’s grand
You tell me, the people, they don’t understand,
I promise the place that you seek-
It seems you as well,
So come come come
Come to the light
Come come come
Run to the light
-Love
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8. |
To Crowe
05:00
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To Crowe
I got the cross stitch needle and it’s heading my way,
Another bullet to a target and it’s in for today,
But are you all in;
Are you all for giving it up?
And taking me up there.
into your archives,
Flippin through the picture box,
Spot another black lung liver
down by the spot,
Or by the doc pier,
whatever came close to nothing or near,
the fact that we’re all here
The fact that we’re all,
Adding it all up,
Wasted and we’re never on time,
rabbits in the hole,
Inside em, victims to mind,
And if you’re okay,
Walkin’ with the withered worn ways,
another day is golden,
If you ain’t for this place..
Then let it reel you,
Wrecking with them rhythm rat hearts,
Hadn’t had enough to say,
it’s probably better..
It’s better this way,
You know it’s better,
It’s better this way,
are you gonna faulter at the thought of hallow sin
Who woulda never held a penny for your pocket at all in the wind,
Okay, alright, I been there,
Scribbled on the ally way wall,
On the other side, a nested quilt of withdrawals,
Between the drawbacks,
Siphoning the city, this place,
Another prisoner or casualty that’s lost to the race,
No way around it,
Slippin’ through grapes of vine walls,
Hidden in limelight shadows,
& sent till we fall,
Sent till we fall down,
So, won’t you stay here,
Crowded corners, smoke in my eye,
Another hour till the notion of escape is implied,
where we go now’s jaded list of bullet point lines added up to nothing,
Always something to hide,
It’s in these pipe dreams,
Loaded up with number nine coal,
A Koko to a ghost..
Another story to Crowe..
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