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Youthful Faces
05:22
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You pick up yet another paper
graced by new and Youthful faces
And you wonder if their feet
have ever paced these floors
with worn-out boots missing laces
and sun-bleached broken cases
and the hope that every night
would lead to something more
Chorus:
Stickers of bands
That no one will ever know
Plaster the walls and mirrors
As you stare into the cold
Eyes of someone who
should have seen it all
every plank on wooden stages
That you can't call your own
But there are nights
when it all falls into place
The low lights hitting so many faces
The roar of every single voice
As they sing in unison
But you watch your friends build
families
As you just build your press release
Every bullet point a show that took you from those you loved
Chorus
Staring into green room ceilings
Another night winding down
Sitting on leather couches
Head in your hands as you ask how
100 stairs, 1,000 ceilings
A million nights, winding down
Sitting on broken, leather couches
Head in your hands as you just ask how
I just don't know
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2. |
Dive Bar King
05:02
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Someday a mountain of gold cans
Will cover my body
As it's swallowed by the ground underneath
My tombstone will read:"here lies the dive bar king,
Crawled on hands and knees to establishments that closed at three,
Learned all the names of the greats and promptly forgot them
And stumbled back out into the street"
All the friends that you have shunned
Become the ones you've rightly won
Before the morning comes
Scanning the rooms for the last
Signs of life in the pre dawn
You cast your gaze like a
Dragnet across the bar floors
Can't catch a single stare
Glazed eye or a bored yawn
Even if you could
Morning comes, they'd be gone
All of the friends that you have shunned
Become the ones you've rightly won
Before the morning comes
All of the ones that wished you hell
Become the ones that know you well
Before the bar light swells
Bridge
All of the ones that knew you well
Become the ones that wish you hell
Before the bar lights swell
All of the friends you've rightly won
Become the ones that you will shun
Before the morning comes
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7/4 Tree Line
04:52
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If phones still had chords we'd trace a
Round the curves and the plastic
knots as I spouted yet a
Nother cliche
"Baby you know I'll be home
Soon" it's just a matter of
Hours , long days, nights, weeks and
Months I'm away
Sorry I can't talk right now
It's getting too loud
and I can't hear
let down sighs you make
in the growing space
between my words and your lips
Chorus:
Miles of wires
Split through treetops
Across
the great modernized plains
Landlines we won't use
All the refuse
Cuts through
the sky and still remains
And
Soon time takes it's toll as the
miles these worn tires have rolled a-
cumulate like dead skin on
the bed you lay
without hands to comfort
without eyes to stare into
you're heart beats softer till your
decision is made
you listen as I just rehash
of the words that
you have grown tired of
and rob them of any meaning
as slowly they fade
away from cold ears
Chorus
If phones still had chords we'd trace a
Round the curves and the plastic
knots as I told you
"Baby, I can't today".
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