1. |
You Don't
03:24
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“Hey-
You don’t belong here..”
“Hey-
You don’t belong here..”
“Hey-
You don’t belong here..”
“Hey-
You don’t belong here..”
Well I have a
Guess you have a grudge;
I think you don’t think you don’t
Want enough
There’s something ‘bout the every day that scares us…
The driver told us there’s a
Crack in the frame of the building
Where he lives,
Where he works,
Where he sleeps, and where one day
He won’t wake up from his
Working man’s dreams
Keep the days, count the leers,
Raise the sound, meet the criminals
Marks on their backs, might as well be shoutin’
At the strangers; and why of all things
Would you give in to me?!
And why are there so many of us
Who can’t sleep?
And I have a
Guess you have a grudge;
I think you don’t think you don’t
Want enough
There’s something ‘bout the every day that scares us…
I don’t think you
Should be sorry,
I don’t think it at all
I don’t think you
Should be sorry,
I don’t think it at all
I don’t think you
Should be sorry, no I don’t
Think it at all
I don’t think you
Should be sorry,
I don’t think it at all, no I…
Don’t think at all…
They had that trailer lit like a dashboard
Dripped and twinkled,
Like a boat under fireworks
Warm and foggy
For December
Tryin’ hard to not remember
Why it feels weird to go home-
It’s all the same, it’s
All the same
And a sticker of reminder sits
Riding your back window, it’s
Been a long time since I
Was sleepin’ away the dark
Afternoons…
They had that trailer lit like a dashboard
Dripped and twinkled,
Like a boat under fireworks
Warm and foggy
For December
Tryin’ hard to not remember
Why it feels weird to go home-
It’s all the same, it’s
All the same
And a sticker of reminder sits
Riding your back window, it’s
Been a long time since I
Was sleepin’ away the dark
Afternoons…
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2. |
Songs from the Carpet
02:37
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Writing songs from the carpet,
Waiting on the sun, I’m
Trying to sift through the gel beads
Of my memories, I can see
But I can’t get in…
I can hold them in my hand, but I
Can’t claim them
For my own
For my own…
And we’re terrified we’ll hate ourselves
When we won’t reach the night’s sleep,
When we won’t even admit my
Own dreams
To myself
Admit our own dreams to ourselves
And we grow it, but don’t use it;
And we’re old enough to be alone, and
Dumb enough to care-
No matter what you think, you’ve got
Things in common with the things that you hate, the
Things that you hate are
Like you anyway…
Drop your shoulders, ground your hips
While your feet drop to the porcelain
Last year, you were screaming, last year
You were fightin’, now you’re
Laying down and dying, and
You ain’t even sorry while-
Outside your look-alike takes you home, and you’re
Staring at your city on fire, while they’re
Standing over you, yellin’
“Whatcha gonna do to fix it?!”
While,
Outside your look-alike takes your home, and you’re
Staring at your city on fire, while they’re
Standing over you, yellin’
“Whatcha gonna do to fix it?!”
While,
Outside your look-alike takes you home, and you’re
Staring at your city on fire, while they’re
Standing over you, yellin’
“Whatcha gonna do to fix it?!”
While,
Outside your look-alike steals your home, and you’re
Staring at your city on fire, while they’re
Standing over you, yellin’
“Whatcha gonna do to fix it?!”
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3. |
Bones (Brian's Song)
02:00
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Sad-sharpened tongue
Why weary legs, I would not
Have pegged you for disaster
What is it about October, what is it
With this weather?
Bone gray red-stalked fields
Pullin’ at the things that keep me together
And I
Owed you a song, I owed you a lot
More thought, I owed you a lot
More before you were gone…
We all used you up
But didn’t give you enough of us,
Unburdened on your couch, left you
Alone.
Maybe it’s October…
Maybe it’s this weather…
I seem to recall a lot of years
At this time, all
Unraveling together, and it’s
Funny
How I thought that I was
Givin’ you the chance but you were
Givin’ it to me,
You were giving me one…
When I met you you were way
Too skinny, and you took
Too many drugs, but a few weeks
After I met you, you and I had both straightened up
And I sang at your funeral your favorite song
While we let the balloons go up
And I don’t recall if I drove there
By myself
Loose sweaters,
And cold mountains left the
Soul stuck to our bones
And the laughter returns when I recall
Abandoning you in that parking lot
Small houses with large yards left
The Sun stuck to our bones
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4. |
Rules
01:51
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I
Don’t expect returns, I
Just really
Believe in love
In the practical sense… but I
Really thought I still had to do it, thought that
The only way to reason
Was to hope perhaps
That the real thing gets better, but
Hopes are thin to cling to,
My advice to you is
To pick and choose
The advice that you take-
Don’t put yourself together so well,
One small thing and you
Will go all to hell
We’ll get better when we’re out of this hole, and
I’m not sure where I stand, but
Here the river runs high…
And I was taught the rules
I was taught the rules
I was taught the rules, yes I
Was taught
The rules…
It’s something you’ll never know you
Wanted so well, it’s
Been a long time coming, you can’t
Break the pervading feeling that when
All this breaks down, you’ll feel
Better anyway, you can
Look at it either way, I don’t know if its
Wrong or if its right, but
Judgments are thin to cling to,
My advice to you is
To pick and choose
The hearts that you break-
We’re dreaming under this large,
Lovely blooming spell, and
Someday, we’ll figure this out and
Speak without fail, but
I was taught the rules….
I was taught the rules
I was taught the rules
I was taught the rules
I was taught the rules, yes I
Was taught
The rules…
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5. |
Beautiful Fiction
04:20
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What a beautiful fiction all the
People believe, the wisest stand there at
The base of the tree, while
Those who have climbed their way into the branches, they are
Looking down, they think
They’ve the advantage, when really their vision is
Just all high up and clou-did they think that they’d
Take the whole view for themself?
Such a beautiful fiction all the
People believe, when down here on the ground’s where we
Plant all the seeds, where
We forget just
How tall they’ve grown…
And nothing’ll make it better, but then
Nothing for worse
It is what it is, so I’m
Quite sure you’re
Feeling the appropriate level of concern-
The concert
Waits for me….
Beneath the tree
What a beautiful fiction all the
People believe, the wisest stand there at
The base of the three, while
Those who have climbed their way into the branches, they are
Looking down, they think
They’ve the advantage, when really their vision is
Just all high up and clou-did they they that they’d
Take the whole view for themself?
And nothing’ll make it better, but then
Nothing for worse
It is what it is, so I’m
Quite sure you’re
Feeling the appropriate level of concern-
The concert
Waits for me….
Beneath the tree
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6. |
Scream Like Graffiti
03:22
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I’m walking in a hall
Of silence, the sides are garish colors
Scream like graffiti, but I am
Insulated behind
An archway glass-
A point of view
That with the right impact, could shatter
Calmly down, as the screaming walls
Can now, quite suddenly be heard…
Sweatshirts
When it’s over seventy,
Under eighty interstates wait
To be choked, and
Too many cars will daily
Be here soon, and there is as
No way to cut the fingers loose though they
Are not quite here…
The asphalt is getting hot
The basketballs up the hill
Keep to the edge of the lot,
And the sun to the east
Feeling sorry
Won’t make you noble, and fear
Won’t make it better-
Not at this point…
So chin to the sky
And forget
While you can forget
What you can, there is no dwelling where
My mind can find
Peaceful residence, but there are moments,
Distractions some worthless and some worth
While you bite your tongue, I prep my lips
For a pointless display-
One of confidence, keep it calling
Nothing left to say, because I am not awake
We eavesdrop on our own walls when
Nobody’s home; attach truth
To the truckload, and progress to profit, and we’re
Glad when we overstep it and someday
When you no longer care, all of your wrongs
Piled up on a plate somewhere…
A stubborn grit to let it lie as it is
Knows quite grimly that its not
Gonna make a die or a death, I don’t why
When we’re sad, we draw up and in, and
I don’t know why we can’t keep the targets between
The left and right lines, the traffic flows
Through the streets like small sorry sights
But the days they move steady
Like the red lights…
Steady,
Like the red lights,
Steady,
Like the red lights…
Steady, like the red lights…
We build it together,
Tear it to
Parts alone
We build it together,
Tear it to
Parts alone
We build it together,
Tear it to
Parts alone
We build it together,
Tear it to
Parts
Alone
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7. |
False Start
03:02
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Been feelin’ I got a false start,
Was fumblin’ for the gas,
I guess people don’t get
What they don’t expect…
We spend
So much time building all this up, why do
We let it rust… twisted heaps,
Fitful dreams, delivery of what we
Think we want to see, it comes right
To the doorstep, up through
The porches, thinking if-
We get closer, we’ll
Get it better, but
Really we’re just packed
Too close together for this
To work, dark afternoons
There’s a little bit of blue, but mostly
Dark gray, dark white, there’s for most
Some source of light
Up there, comin’
From somewhere, doesn’t
Really meet our smiles
Every day defines a new way to say
Us vs. them
More than two hands to count a total of ten,
And it’s not often…
I need a way out…
I need a day off.
I need a way out…
I need a day off.
Well it’s
Hard for me to settle
Between my eyes, I’ve got
Five different sets of
Ten different kinds and
I’m still dreaming
In the back of my mind,
Frame it in close
It’s an insect’s sight…
Double once more in my glass, so
I can see nothing but the
Dark that wants to stay home
Intrepid soul’s got a messy heart, and a
Type A heat…. It’s too late to sleep, it’s
Too early to wake, like a
Dish clatter on a copper plate, and I
Do not believe
What I am supposed to
These contradictions keep me
Dyin’ alive…
These contradictions keep me
Dyin’ alive;
These contradictions keep me
Dyin’ alive…
These contradictions keep me
Dyin’ alive.
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8. |
Tide Me Over
03:06
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Wine soaked through the spine of the
Ideas on my right, the sun
Has already slipped right up
Past the floorboards,
Something sickly slipped a disc, and is
Holding the stick shift,
The plates of the earth they roll like porcelain
Polish them until they shine,
Until they are licked clean
This dinner was never meant to keep us alive, anyway….
So let’s see if the
(Talk fading/ Rich claiming)
Green sea will tide me over…
(What else will be left for us)
And let’s see if the
(Seas changing/ Tide taking)
Green sea will tide me over…
(All things that we thought we knew)
Well, let’s see if the
(Hate rising/ No confiding)
Green sea will tide me over…
(No one wants to listen anymore)
Oh, let’s see if the
(Plans failing/ Hope breaking)
Green sea will tide me over…
(But still we find solace in the sea)
The men bow their heads, tuck their
Toes inside their shoes, and it’s all the
Kids have ever known, so there’s
No point in waiting ‘till they’ve
Grown, grown out of it
This iron ceiling keeps getting lower, this
Iron ceiling keeps getting lower, this
Iron ceiling keeps getting lower…
So let’s see if the
(Talk fading/ Rich claiming)
Green sea will tide me over…
(What else will be left for us)
And let’s see if the
(Seas changing/ Tide taking)
Green sea will tide me over…
(All things that we thought we knew)
Well, let’s see if the
(Hate rising/ No confiding)
Green sea will tide me over…
(No one wants to listen anymore)
Oh, let’s see if the
(Plans failing/ Hope breaking)
Green sea will tide me over…
(But still we find solace in the sea)
Until the spring comes,
Haven’t won
Look beneath the flowered curtain
And of the dirty heads, ‘till you get
A little more
Of the things you think that you
Can’t have…
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9. |
Mean
01:49
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You play like you
Want to walk away from me…
You play like you want
To walk away from me.
You play like you want to walk
Away from me-e-e-e, you play
You play..
But just stay away, it’s one of those days when I’m
Mean in my head
And oh-oh, it’s strange when I’m
Mean in my head, are you
Mean in your head, too?
Well I see that you think you
Can walk all over me…
I see that you think you can
Walk all over me.
Yeah, I see you
Dare to think
You can walk
All over
Me-e-e, you
Play.
You play.
Well just stay away, it’s one of those days when I’m
Mean in my head
And oh-oh, it’s strange when I’m
Mean in my head, are you
Mean in your head, too?
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10. |
Houses
04:19
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People feel they fear less fear
Enclosed by the nameless, I feel
Less fearful. So disconnected with death that we don’t
Even try to stop it
From the easy wide, wide
Rooms we inhabit.
They’ve lost most of their words and
All of their teeth, and its the
Worst when our lows come
From the easy wide, wide rooms we inhabit,
But that is
Not. Not. Not.
Of any larger consequence…
No that is
Not. Not. Not.
Of any larger consequence…
No that is
Not. Not. Not.
Of any larger consequence,
No that is
Not of, it’s not of, it’s not of
Any larger
Consequence…
These scavengers disgust us, but we
Rely on their work, even the ones
With their claws stuffed into shirt sleeves, they are
Capital cops making
It by their teeth, for the luxury
Houses
Of their higher ups, lower laurels…
Big schemes
And empty skeletons ride on the bus to me,
They want
To steal
From my shoestrings
And I know its odd, but I
Think it’s all they see…
Well,
Things are getting dire while the
Most of those liars
Lie for their dinners, that’s how
They see it- but feasting on
The bones of their fellows, their
Color-blind eyes can’t see…
They walk tight
Through their shoe-shine, growing
Discomfort in their face lines, they didn’t
Know why they
Didn’t want to see us
March by, run by…
Drive at the bars that keep the world
From going black, in their
Green and gold visions, they’re
Living on the red in what they eat, on the
Red in what they eat, the dirt in their words
Came from someone else’s living room floor;
Not a parlor, father, it’s a work wife and
Not an estate, but somehow you’re both
Looming
And miniscule, you’re quite
Uncomfortable with these ratio rations
Of square feet
To your body, cross your
Ankles, sink your weight, your
Disgust can’t hide what you
Use it to disguise, it’s not a
Parlor, father, just the squalor
Of someone else’s living room floor
And underneath even that…
There are leaves scattered across the wood of my table,
And i can’t
Think in the early morning
If I've stayed up late…
They must be infatuated with
All the things that could be wrong,
And all the see is their other; but I don’t think so,
No.
I don’t think so-
I don’t think so-
I don't think so,
No.
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11. |
What You Need
03:32
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Well now I
Know it’s not up to me on what
You need, I know you’ve
Gotta find a place that you can see,
I know you’re unsatisfied, don’t know
What you need, well I don’t
Think this way, and I don’t really need to
Be with all of these people, to
Be with all of these people, oh
To be with all of these people, to
Be with all of these people, well I
Just walked by and
I think its funny that
Its just me who feels the need to be
Dropped down to the earth, find the
Weakest please, I
Need to know
Before they spread their disease, I
Need to know
Before they spread their disease, oh
You want things that
You can’t have, but I’ve got
News for you that’s
Not why you are sad;
I wish I could say the right
Things to you…
But now you think I’m mean ‘cause I’m
Too scared to talk to you,
I’m just too scared
To talk to you, and
Now you think I’m mean ‘cause I’m
Too scared to talk to you…
All of these schemers, they’re
Lining up their robots, and
All of these schemers, they’re
Lining up their
Robots, and
All of these schemers, they’re
Lining up their
Robots, and
All of these schemers, they’re
Lining up their robots, and
All these schemers, lining up their robots, trying to get
Our attention, yeah, they’re just
Trying to get our attention, yeah, just
Trying to get
Our attention, yeah, and you
Have not proved them wrong, you
Have not proved them wrong… we have not proved them
Wrong, we
Have not proved them
Wrong, we
Have not proved them wrong, we have not proved them
Wrong we
Have not proved them wrong.
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12. |
Twice to Realize
04:46
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Had to get home, a song
was comin’ on,
I’d been gropin’ the surface
because
before-
That’s where the depth was…
But it took me twice
to realize-
I've
been here a million times; Oh, it
took me twice
to realize
I was here just this last year...
It’s crystallization, why
Yes, I know, but some part
of us all needs to be
Caught up
in a day’s old dream
Minute details of how
everything works;
We used to understand, but now
Machines build buildings... our
hands
are doing things, that we
don’t even have a grip on…
And machines build machines.
It’s crystallization, why
Yes, I know, but some part
of us all needs to be
Caught up
in a day’s old dream
Well there goes our
squeaky clean
reputation,
It’s the kind of thing
that makes you grit the inner teeth
inside your skull; Well there goes our
subterranean flight- mighty as we weren’t, we’ll
stay inside the ashes of something
unusual
The moths are blooming
from the walls, I wonder do they
see us at all, maybe as their prisoners
Or maybe as their keepers,
Well maybe I’m
the one in the wrong, maybe it’s me
who should be gone,
Maybe I’m
all out of substance for this
particular instance.'
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13. |
What's the Use?
02:59
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I don’t know how
to keep the memories from
falling out
Of my head,
Bring a cleansweep bring a rope, please
But tie it round my
ears, leave the lumps that is
the batter in my head, The home run
it left me
wasted
Yes we’re dreaming and we’re
keeping it at arm’s length
Pack it up, pack it out
It’ll never come back- what’s the use?
Yes we’re dreaming and we’re
keeping it at arm’s length
Pack it up, pack it out
It’ll never come back- what’s the use?
In the fridge too many beers, the heat is slipping
from the cracks the green is creeping in
to the rooms that we never check
I taught you how to do your hair, you taught me
How to love again, despite all this…
Yes we’re dreaming and we’re
keeping it at arm’s length
Pack it up, pack it out
It’ll never come back- what’s the use?
Yes we’re dreaming and we’re keeping it at arm’s length
Pack it up, pack it out
It’ll never come back- what’s the use?
I’m screamin’-
Do you know what you’ve done? I
Can’t be
Certain, oh-
Do you know
What you’ve done- cuz I
Can’t be
Certain… and you
Said you’re going in
But what will
Come out of it? You said-
Unless you claim it, it’s not
Yours… even though you’ve
Given up
And I’m left here
Like the light at the edge of the
Empty lot
I’m slipping through the cracks in the sidewalk,
this city can eat its
heart out when I’m gone
Take another block, the faces even out, peering into them they all
Seem the same…
It will be too
hard to show you,
and I think it's
hard to know you,
so I'll have to
climb this fence, and
leave this yard for
ever once again...
Yes we’re dreaming and we’re keeping it at arm’s length
Pack it up, pack it out
It’ll never come back- what’s the use?
What’s the use…
What’s the use?
What’s the use…
What’s the use?
What’s the use
What’s the
Use?
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Mercury Dimes Charlotte, North Carolina
Dynamics and raw-edged honesty.
Punk rock sentiments with hints of indie, punk, and folk from not-quite-
Charlotte, NC.
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Laura Staples on Vocals/Guitar
Wesley Mauldin on Bass
Nathan Curlee on Drums/Percussion
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