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Your head is on my shoulder, rough jazz bellows
From the living room, might as well be
My live match, marching me
To the depths of its cold and graceful wrenching tones...
Well, the coffee's boiled over, and the
Soup's gone cold, and the drapes hang down
Against the freezing rain, and
Sheltering under this quilt- it's the best that I can do
Avoiding tonight's thoughts
Of tomorrow's responsibilities..
And my
Hands shrink- maybe from the draft, or maybe
The wish that my thoughts
Would dwindle and remain with my body still,
Or become the freezing rain to shatter
And to spill all its secrets to me-
Or better yet to someone else
Whose hands don't shrink
From the smallest things.
And something will get me upset
And I won't eat right for days,
And there's nothing to pass this haze
But to write my simple words and strum
Them with some chords and hope
All this will pass,
Before the next disaster hits...
And I hope my hunger doesn't fade too soon.
But I'm watching my own desires
Drowning in complacency, or
Maybe my dreams have changed, but
That could be an excuse
As I watch the ice splinter across my windowsill...
Do I know what's worth it still?
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2. |
Drivin'
04:16
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When I woke up this morning, I could
See the skyline; when I
Drive home this morning, I could
See the city shining, and I thought-
Oh, oh, oh, oh, my..
This can't be right, I
Couldn't have slept
For so long
Oh, oh, oh, oh, my, my, my, I
Forgot it was here all of this time, and it's
Getting older, this way
Of life...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, my, my, my.
But I know it's time, and I
Think I'm getting more shy,
Of these places that I've gone
To before, and
I say that I'm fine, but I don't
Think I will survive this, and I
Think it's getting easier
Living with all these problems
I don't have to have.
I said- my, my, I
Think I'm wasting your time, I
Have no faith
In what I do.
I said- my, my, I
Have no faith in your time, I
Think it's wasted.
By what I do.
By what I do, oh, oh, oh,
My, my, my.
And I know it's time, and I
Think I'm getting more shy,
Of these places that I've gone
To before, and
I say that I'm fine, but I don't
Think I will survive this, and I
Think it's getting easier
Living with all these problems
I don't have to have.
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3. |
Don't Joke
03:02
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My thoughts are like a cycle, always
Fall out the same way-
Don't joke
About the things
That you don't understand.
That's why I'm never funny, and that is
Why I barely speak, but we can
Talk about the radio even when we aren't together, we can
Talk about the radio even when we aren't together, and
No, no-
You've got it all wrong, it's not that
I am scared of death, I'm scared of what
I might do before that-
Who's keeping count of all
These things that I've done?
I think I've only ever loved for selfish reasons.
And like my car, my body is
Burning down before I get there
Like when we watched it going up
Down by the side of the road.
You think you're the only one;
You think you're the only one, yes you
Think you're the only one, but I assure you
It's all been done
Before.
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4. |
Bottom of the Sea
03:48
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Can't you just behave?
Can't you just be plain?
Can't you just
be what they expect of you?
Can't you just
be what the project on you?
'Cuz you are making it difficult for me
Why would I use my eyes to see?
Why would I use my mind to perceive?
Why would I use my brain to believe
Something different
Than what I already see, oh
We're all balanced in a giant but a tiny house
On the crescent moon edge
Of a sandy moon cliff;
The only reason we haven't tipped it yet
Is we're all constantly,
We're all constantly, constantly
Running like we're foolish headless bodies
All in different directions, yes we're
Running like we're foolish headless bodies
All in different directions,
So let's
Just freeze
In place.
Take notice of our own mistakes.
Let's look through the salty waves right down
To the bottom of the sea- the bottom of the sea.
Shooting holes through your own hot air balloon
Can't even do the task set before you, and we'll say:
Let's bust all the windows out, let's
Crawl out from under the floorboards;
Most will say- let's just fester until
We explode
Because-
Soon we will be falling
To the bottom of the sea.
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5. |
Wool
02:28
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I'm not rough around the edges, I'm
jagged on the inside, I'm
jagged as the treeline, you
might not have the will to see it
Because my skin is smooth,
and I've been told I look
innocent and sweet
and when you're looking in my eyes it's not
what you want to find, you
Want to see something beautiful and free, not
manacled to some crooked ribs like mine
And I
I listen to ugly music and I don't
understand the words, but I
wish I were as tough as them,
could finally kick one to the curb instead of
forcing all of them to swerve
and hit my body, but
Hey I got to sit today
with this little girl named Maisie,
and I kept her up too late,
but she was warm there in my lap, and she wished
all of my anxieties away- well for a little while anyway,
but it didn't last and now I want to take
a bat to my own car
But that'd be unprofessional because
I am still at work, so I can only dig
at my dumb hurt like usual with
words, like I do when I'm avoiding all
the little things so I can focus on
avoiding the bigger things,
like
falling in the dirt.
So now
I can't take a warm shower, or
lock my front door.
Things are broken,
the bills unpaid, and my couch is ripped wide open
with all the feathers littered on the floor, where I'll
lay among my sweaters and wish
that I was made of wool because
then I'd always be warm and
pretty damn useful
But instead I'm just
rough in my guts, I'm
rough in my insides, and I'm
jagged as the treeline.
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6. |
My Name is Alice
03:35
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I'm fallin' through the clouds
The world is broken, anyway, so
I don't care I'm not a part of it
Well I don't think I want another look,
I think I've got it, I think I'm done
And I think I am close to drunk so
No don't take me home
I want to stay surrounded by people
And keep feelin alone
And now I'm sitting quietly, and you're
Kissing on my knees
And I'm holding my head, trying to pretend all the bad
Things I've realized last night
Aren't still happening
My name is Alice and I'm falling down with chairs
But I can't stay in the land of the would-be
So I'll have to climb back out to the stale air again
And when I went to the show there were all these tiny girls
With dark hair, so I stood out but it's
Not like I know what I'm about, so I just fell in behind them
And watched the music play
Loud and raw and right, and there in front of me
My name is Alice and I'm falling down with chairs
But I can't stay in the land of the would-be
So I'll have to climb back out to the stale air again
And I think I am way past drunk, but
No don't take me home
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7. |
Tired of Screaming
02:01
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All the songs of my heart
They speak soft and slow and I
Try my best
To ignore them
I've got plenty of time
To refine this voice of mine and to
Sing soft
And pretty
But my voice gets
Tired of screaming and my thoughts
Get tired of jumping
Onto trains made of clouds
I'm not tired of choosing
The way my life will go
I think that I'm using
Everyone that I know...
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8. |
Take Care
04:03
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You said you don't want to
Come scream them with me so that they can fall
On the plugged up ears of the world
I've become a rambling mess of anxieties-
Is this what I really feel,
Is it what I really want?
Hey, whatever, please brain, shut up
This feels weird and this view is uncomfortable
I began in a much different place than here
Grew up playin' on Civil War trenches
My backyard holds a secret no one knows about
I crushed it between my palms, and I
Dragged it out
Now I'm leaning against the blue
Of the bathroom wall, and my pen's
Ink went out, and when the floor
Came in view, there was a name
And an email on a forgotten piece of paper
Tucked into a pocket notebook from two years ago, and I
Read my old words, so descriptive I could watch them in the
Dusted mirror...
And it wrapped around my skeleton,
And I set my timer for four minutes and
You'll get up- you'll get up and you'll
Get your warm caffeine, it's not safe
For you to dwell here
Remember you said
You would....
You said you'd take care,
You said you'd take care.
You said you'd take care,
You said you'd take care.
You said, you said-
You said you don't want to
Come scream them with me so that they can fall
On the plugged up ears of the world
I've become a rambling mess of anxieties-
Is this what I really feel,
Is it what I really want?
Hey, whatever, please brain, shut up
This feels weird and this view is uncomfortable
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9. |
Peanuts
03:04
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Only the rich can live in solitude
The rest of us packed like peanuts
Scratching like rats for food
I know there are quite a few people in this world
Who are good, but still
I live alone
In the city
Crouched in the middle of my yard-
Armed to the teeth
With things that I don't need
But I've got debts to repay
So I'll shut myself in all day
And write all night
Because I think that this time
I've got something to say
Because you see this scene
Has piqued a memory
Or maybe just a feeling, I'm not sure
So let's pull off the highway
Feel the wind blow the cars will
Drive by, we'll stare at the stars
'Till our eyes fall out
'Till the world falls down
And the sun comes out
Let's pull off the highway
Because you said you only think of me
When you are drinking, stopped
Taking your pills started lying to me
I'd drive with excitement to be met with doom
We couldn't even breathe in the same room
And we forced it
Until we couldn't stand it
And you lied to me...
So I'll
Shut myself in all day
And write all night
Because I think that this time
I've got something to say
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10. |
Dirty Palms
04:15
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I know a man
with dirty palms
From all the money
that he stole
I asked him once
was it worth it?
He looked at me-
that was it.
And I knew a man
with dirty feet
No matter what he did,
the dirt sunk in
And he worked himself to death,
and he is barely missed
But of the two, I would rather be
The man with the feet unclean
'Cause if I were a man with dirty palms
I would look at all that I had lost
I fear I would not think it were too much
Even though, exorbitant the cost.
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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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