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Unattended
02:56
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sick since the moment I left
sick since the moment I walked out that front door
into the cold
feelings not forgotten
aren't feelings to be left alone
in the back of the mind turning unforgivable
nights we spent together
are nights that I will ever regret,
or take for granted
dreams that we had then
are dreams we left unattended
turning meaningless but they were so important around the
Bonfires in your backyard that kept us warm
on nights we knew we wouldn't
last year with your hair down you spilled your guts
I cried out of guilt and the pity
in your eyes you kissed me
you said that you just couldn't live here on this street any more,
too many bad memories to many ...
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2. |
Man on the Moon
03:04
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I wish the man on the moon had words for me
like my best friend who left so, so suddenly.
But as I stare, I'm beginning not to care about the fact that you are gone.
and I don't miss you the same way that I once did.
I fell asleep, and all my friends were there to greet me.
Your face your eyes, they said the words my mouth could never form.
I read your poetry until I found myself asleep again.
it's killing me, the thoughts of what I should've done
it's killing me, the things I should've said
it's killing me, that you said everything would be all right
its killing me, that you could lie to me the way you did
its killing me, you took off your own way
its killing me, that I cant find a way to deal with this
I wish the man on the moon had words for me
like my best friend who left so, so suddenly
but if I sleep now his words might pass me by
so I will wait
come meet my my eyes so I believe you
come stay with me so I know
that the memories we made in a drunken stupor
won't be forgot when we're not close.
Don't you forget those stupid late night voice mails
I won't forget your voice in my passenger seat
don't you forget those bike rides belting lyrics
I wont forget how you influenced me
you made me sing.
You made me sing.
You made me sing.
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3. |
Growing Old
03:43
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Flowers, mason jar long dead from lack of water
that we forgot to pour after the
sour conversations the night before you turned into...
sleeping alone with you beside me I grow old.
Patience, is what my mind is yelling at my body
when it seems my eyes cannot see clearly.
What I don't remember about this history as relevant as what I do.
Sleeping alone with you beside me I grow old.
I've been trying hard to forget the mundane
but now I can't rely on what made me happy in the old days
sometimes I don't want to be alive
it's not that I want to die it's just so hard to be happy.
I grow old...
I've been trying hard to forget the mundane
but now I can't recall what made me happy in the old days
sometimes I don't even want to try
but with you by my side you make it easier to be happy.
I grow old...
these covers connecting us enveloping these problems,
that we work out while holding one another.
I wouldn't have it any other way commitment is an effort.
Laying right here with you beside me we define growing old.
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4. |
Three weeks
01:55
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a situation has arisen
some questions must be answered
before i can continue with this act of wasting time
just remember what we've been through what we continue.
It's not the end that terrifies me,
it's the choices set before me.
three weeks and weeks and weeks I'll sit and question my decisions
made of outcast obligations and how they have come to work on me
and while I'm not ungracious I can see no silver lining.
Promises you make I hold my breath.
Three weeks and weeks and weeks I hold my breath
I let it in, I'm drowning in air.
Home
I'm drowning in air
weeks and weeks and weeks
I'm drowning in air.
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I know it's hard to say where you've been
in a room full of people that never want to go there again,
but you've got to make this attempt
if we're ever going to be brothers again.
and if I forgave you, would you go back to the person I knew?
before we had to grow old?
before the chemicals?
saying sorry doesn't change a thing
unless your going to feel something
feeling sorry doesn't mean a thing
unless your going to change something.
I know that you will have hard days,
I hope that you won't hesitate to say
"I need your help" and when you can't sleep at night
I hope that you know know these things they take time.
and when you feel like you could give up
I hope that you know I love you so much.
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The lyrics are delivered with a stutter for rhythmic effect, but I have typed them more simply for ease of reading.
I can't shake the feeling that
this ship is slowly sinking but
I wont excite the others because
there's not a thing that we can do
I can't shake the feeling that you will
shake this feeling and move on before I'm ready but
there's not a thing that we can do.
so I'll lay awake and watch you breathing and
I'll know that soon enough you will be leaving but
there's nothing I can do short of retreating so
I'll put my arms around you and keep on sleeping.
Close your eyes to the lies we tell
yeah, if we try we could convince ourselves
to stay here at least until the dawn
a lover that's leaving
is better than a lover that's gone
Don't go let's keep pretending like we
don't know this is ending oh and
I'll stay, if you'll let me but
there's not a thing we can do
(chorus) x 2
you're dancing with him but looking at me. Is this a test?
Step out side where I can see my breath and feel in my pocket
your packet of cigarettes, this town is to small to get lost in.
It's 3 AM I'm locked outside your dorm
your friend let me in and took me up to your floor
you were asleep but your door was unlocked with a note for me.
I guess that says something.
I can't shake the feeling that this ship is slowly sinking.
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7. |
Chattering Teeth
02:19
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Tired eyed high on a bike seat just trying to sense some control.
I race down these long city streets in the dim streetlamp glow.
Not thinking; just feeling. Not thinking; just...
Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh, Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh,
Chat-chat-chat-chattering teeth.
Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh, Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh,
ooooooo...
Red fingers; bitter bones. Pale complexion on building windows.
Numb movements as I go. Glasses fogging; sight obscuring,
the worldview I'm forming. The person who I am; the person who I used to be.
Chat-chat-chattering teeth on the ride home
but not-not-sure if it's all from the cold though.
Chat-chat-chattering teeth on the ride home
but not-not-sure if it's all from the cold though.
Chat-chat-chattering teeth on the ride home
but not-not-sure if it's all from the cold though.
And skip-skip-skipping out; losing time, losing time.
Self-self-prescribing labels forming me; distorting me.
Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh, Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh,
Chat-chat-chat-chattering teeth.
Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh, Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh,
Not thinking just feelings.
Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh, Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh,
Chat-chat-chat-chattering teeth.
Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh, Woh-oh-ah-oh-oh,
ooooooo...
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8. |
Haunted Houses
02:55
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Gravity revolving objects in me placements to be
determined by thoughts conceived by following words you write.
But gravity holds my feet in place while you continue walking
and you believe in haunted houses.
So wake me up; give me something to look forward to and help me
notice the differences between what it is we see.
So wake me up from this perpetual sense; remove me from this
state of mind of being fine.
Those ghosts are staring me down again.
And I am growing sick of the tired I am.
Give me those coffee teeth; not the sense of losing out.
Take me to your haunted house.
So wake me up; give me something to look forward to.
It's not about whats found; it's the tense anxiety the moments before the
gravity takes hold of my revolving feelings and
turns me upside down.
So wake me up; give me something to look forward to.
In those haunted houses; it's the stories we tell.
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9. |
Gepgraphy
03:13
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I drove all night to taste the salt in the air around South Carolina
and I saw all the mountains keeping us from the coast
and all these changes in geography have altered my philosophy.
And it rained, and I breathed in all the freshness of the coming spring.
And the tide is coming in and i'm giddy like a little kid. I'm staring at the waves waiting for them to collapse and take this love down with them.
The suffocating sounds, and the coolness of the air make this feel like a lack of atmosphere.
It is so beautiful and everything looks blue in this cerulescent sound.
and I knew that this is what you would lose me to.
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10. |
Collapse
03:11
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The monuments of my youth collapse.
In a fit of panic I grip onto memories
of pasts that I've come to regret,
as age illuminates all acts.
Anyhow these things are looking old.
Time is not gentle and it will soon take hold.
Erase my returning routines;
return my forgotten sensations.
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Glaring apprehensively at the front door where you left while
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Impatiently waiting for life to come back.
Human is the knowledge in knowing what I've done;
disregarding interests, feigning pleasure with the ones who
I am meant to hold dear.
Sabotage in words held at bay by my fear.
But if home is where the heart does roam;
then mine is in this city not from where my heart had grown
to understand these human faults
and come to terms with the worst of my own.
Firestorms will rage internally debating.
Fighting with these words and anger all consuming.
Douse me in a rain remove my inhibitions.
Liberate my tongue in these circumstances.
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Glaring apprehensively at the front door where you left while
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Impatiently waiting for life to come back.
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
frightful are those ways in which I've come to view you
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Stationary, inept and unhappy
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11. |
Buying Books
03:36
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It's all the same, this coffee i spilled on these pages,
and the money I spent trying to figure life out.
But it feels like it's been 4 or less years
since I've more or less learned to fear the coming years.
And this spider building a web
on the far side of my bed
has life so much more figured out than me,
a fully sentient and intelligent being.
When I was younger everyone said go off to college.
Get a job and figure it out.
But when every day feels so much more like waiting it out
than figuring it out then what am I supposed to do.
I want to live but my idea of that is so god damn different
than what everyone else has come up with.
So when I compare answers
I can't help but come up short and outnumbered
and when I asked about it they said everyone is different
but you can't be too different to fit in and live here.
I look up and the sun is going down
and everyone else around is looking down.
I try to keep my head up,
but there are noting but grounds in this coffee cup
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Discount Tents Columbus, Ohio
Matt Taylor and Danny Lemmon started this band in 2009. The band has consisted of many wonderful humans over the years and the current line up is Matt on guitar, Danny on drums and Sunny Burwell on synthesizer. This band is about friends that are easy to keep, because you see them for practice once a week. ... more
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