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The Ugliest Art
03:34
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Wiping the mirror clean
Clarity staring back at me
Mold an image of my life
Trace time for content
Will the critics laugh
At rehashed historicisms?
Same old tired themes: guilt, shame, disgust motifs
Same old tired bust: a man controlled by lust
A mere monument
A sloppy memorial
A never-ending start
Clarity is the ugliest art
Wiping the mirror clean
Clarity staring back at me
The portrait that I live with
It's my perspective to shift
I got a bottle for that, I've got a bag to match
Into my mirror I crash
So all the critics laugh at me
Another drunk crawling through art therapy
A dirty smug punched way to live
Taking way too much to give
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2. |
These Kinds of Solutions
03:41
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These kinds of solutions
Are always right in front of you
For me it was progress and trying to be honest
To myself and me, quit crying, look at the facts and see
Always in a rush to drop out
Live in whispers, throat plagued, a hoarse drought
Self-censor
So buried deep inside of me
Always take the low road
Bottle it up and never ever let it show
Self-censor
So buried deep inside of me
I want to do this on my own:
Kill the cop inside of me
These kinds of solutions
Are always right in front of me
The blankets of fog, rye grease to budge my resolve
These kinds of solutions: too easy, right in front of me
Float my brain in wet smoke
Easy way to dwell and never let go
Self-censor
So easily in love with me
I've got to change my habits
Stub and pour them out to flood drought
Self-censor
So easily in love with me
I want to do this on my own:
Kill the college boy in me
I've got to kill the cop in me
The self-censor
I've got to the kill the college boy in me
The false feelings
So buried deep in me
So easily in love with me
Float my brain in wet smoke
Easy way to dwell and never let go
These kinds of solutions
Too easy right in front of me
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3. |
Single Dent
03:00
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I know this place
It's old but it fits me well
Lying in the single dent of my bed
I want to feel loved
But I always want to be alone
I don't want to share or have to care about
How I've only got a single dent in my bed
It's mine and I don't want to change that
I get to pick the records, books, and medicines
The fog, forty-fives, journal pages where I try
Don't have to hold onto anyone
Or pretend to be in love, that's the same lie
Just me, myself, and I, there's nothing I have to disguise
Here's the truth: I want to be alone
Here's the lie: I want to lie alone
Here's the truth: I want to be alone
Here's the lie: I sleep best when I lie
It's not always so carefree
I do lust, love, and long for one to hold me
But I do wish I could use enough to prove that I don't need you
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4. |
Tried Flying
04:00
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I don't know if I was trying to die
Although I always think about that
Hands free from the bars
There's so much I like about that
Speed and balanced revolutions
I always want to feel that
I don't know if I was trying to live
Although I always think about that
Eyes closed, so alone
I always want to see that
Break Newton's laws
I always want to do that
I rode home
I leaned back
And I closed my eyes
And I tried flying
The flight, it always ends
I just wanted my mind to fly
I truly know it was about that
But that freedom never lasts
And I'm always going to know that
Trade skin with the sidewalk
I guess I'll always have to feel that
But I rode apart from gravity
I swear I truly felt that
Whole world, a constellation
I swear I truly saw that
Five real seconds alone
I always want to feel that
I rode home
I leaned back
And I closed, closed my eyes
And I tried, tried flying
The flight, it always ends
I don't know if I was trying to die
Or to live
I just know that I was trying to fly
And to live
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5. |
Red Envelopes
04:35
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Saw my own New England from my best two wheels
Crushed cartilage, tore my tendons, pain from my knees to my heels
The things you love
Know how to hurt
I planned for idyllic bliss, but got bones rattled up too stiff
Betrayed by the steel that I trust, 1980 just wasn't enough
The things you love
Know how to hurt
Hospital visits drain my time and savings
No work off wheels leaves no money for my cravings
Insurance man don't like me, there's big business in proselytizing
The bills keep on piling, red zero sum sun on my horizon
The things you love
Know how to hurt
I can't ride to clear my head
And all the envelopes keep turning red
How much money can I borrow?
I've got more bills coming in tomorrow
The things you love
Know how to hurt
All the envelopes are red
The things you love
Know how to hurt you
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Blasé Blue Boston, Massachusetts
Moody punk for prudes and drunks.
Brendan
Jason
Mike
Sam
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