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O Brother, are you lonely?
Life ain't fair, and pain is only
Temporary, and love is blind.
There's a world out there for you to find.
As you get older, life moves quickly.
I've tried to find ways to fix it.
And paid the piper for my addictions.
Then my eyes did open, and I closed my fists.
Maybe if I drive straight enough
Through the states and across the Pacific,
I'll learn rather quick that
Rhyme don't always need a reason.
Dealing in absolutes and specifics
Ain't the way to make a living.
If life is measured in mistakes
Then far you'll walk through foreign states
Until you find your way back home
There's a world out there and it must be known.
In a world so open and undecided,
is it worth it to be so certain?
Is it crime to be so biased?
I'll tell you like my father told me, too.
Maybe if you drive straight enough
Through states and across the Pacific
You'll learn rather quick that
Rhymes don't always need a reason.
Dealing in absolutes and specifics
Ain't a way to make a living.
So, Brother, are you lonely?
Life ain't fair and pain is only
Temporary, and love is blind.
There's a world out there for you to find.
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Twice
04:16
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If you find yourself down by the sea,
remember the world's what you wish it to be.
When you ponder shipwrecks and dwell on the waves,
Find peace in the depths and light in the caves.
Remember this piece of advice:
The sea never thinks of you twice.
The day you stand up on the mountain,
looking down upon the world
And you surf the tops of the clouds with your eyes,
Find comfort in cold and find love in goodbyes.
Remember this piece of advice:
The sky never thinks of you twice.
So, go ahead and fly but some advice
Oh, throw caution to the wind,
And if you've sailed among the storms and skies
And your ship begins to tremble when the oceans rise.
Know they never ever think of you twice.
Oh, they never ever think of you twice.
And during the peak of your trials,
With all but every nerve frayed.
And you can't find a reason to get out of bed,
Find holes in your heart and get lost in your head.
Remember this piece of advice:
This life doesn't come for you twice.
(Hook)
So, if you find yourself down by the sea,
The world is always what you wish it to be.
When you think on those shipwrecks and dwell on those waves
Find peace in the depths and light in those caves.
Remember this piece of adviceL
The sea never thinks of you twice.
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3. |
I Am Colder
02:59
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My loudest's too quiet, my highest too low.
My best foot forward is a step too slow.
My voice it wavers and my hands shake.
I've always given, never a chance to take.
My words do trail off on roads unmarked.
My hands are cold now, my flame un-sparked.
It is winter and this snow fills
Me with numbness, the kind that kills.
I am the war, I am a soldier.
This winter's cold, but I am colder.
My kiss is shallow, empty's my gaze.
I am hollow, I bleed by day.
And if you come to my rescue.
I will taunt and I will test you.
My face is sullen, my tongue is sharp
I've worn my patience and sold my heart.
I've built myself up, and fallen hard.
I am withdrawn, my world is far.
I am the war, I am the soldier.
This winter's cold, but I am colder.
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4. |
Remember Those Days
03:21
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Remember those days when we woke up before the sun.
We used to meet at the bottom of blackstone, and I was late.
We watched this old town yawn and stretch.
Coffee in the right hand, Marlboro in the left.
We walked that field, waited at that Mile 8,
For the sun under the field to break.
I don't know about you, but I sure do, remember those days.
Remember those miles that our feet covered
Or summer days sitting on top of those trains.
Hot days, cold Arizonas,
Wood tip black and milds, and strong sun.
We never used to go home.
Oh, we never used to go home.
I don't know about you, but I sure do remember those days.
Life has a funny way of driving wedges,
It's not about the time you've bought, but how you spent it.
And memory has funny ways of smoothing edges,
It's when their gone that you realize the times you cherish.
Remember getting drunk on the bike path in September?
Or when it snowed and we were drifting in my corolla?
And when I crashed it, you were in the back seat.
And when you hit that wall, I was in yours.
We can laugh now
Oh, we can laugh now
I don't know about you, but I sure do remember those days.
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Fifty Years
03:56
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Stop this train and let me off I think
I've found where I'm supposed to be.
Long I've traveled to be here
And now this road of dirt and petrichor's where
home is meant to be
Hear me loud and hear me clearly
I have spoken for so long but no one knows these words.
They were written on a parchment
It's been yellowed with the passage of these storms
The tide is high in New England
And I swam in all these waters in 20 years along the coast
And I still got plenty more to haunt these frigid rivers like a ghost.
I've been working by the sunset, I've been playing by the moon
And I've still got 50 years at least, but 50 years from now is coming soon.
And with the summer comes the rain
And with that rain there comes a certain kind of doubt.
I've got this itch to hop a train
And be lost among the forests in the South.
I've been finding that I'm falling
Into patterns that I never thought I would.
And it's all because I've been here for too long
I'd leave tomorrow if I could.
The sun is high in New England
And I've hidden in the shade for 20 years in towns of old.
But I still got 50 winters left to sing and strum these chords out in the cold.
I've been praying for the summer, I'm done anticipating fall.
And I've still got fifty years at least, but fifty years ain't any time at all.
(bridge)
I've been a while in New England
I been sitting by the water twenty years I been watching all the boats.
And I still got plenty more to haunt these placid rivers like a ghost.
I've been slaving by the sunset, I've been banging on this guitar by the the moon.
And I still got fifty years at best, but fifty years from now'll come too soon.
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6. |
May I Be Less
03:40
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Upon the ocean in the middle of the night
Oh, the rough and windy seas
I've all but thrown myself toward siren calls
there's only fog where I can see
I fall so quickly to the sand, the tide's overtaking the land
and I'm on the lam from this god foresaken goddess we live in
To spite adonis she will end us all, to spite Adonis she will end us all
This morning cup of coffee tasted of
everything that I regret,
cross-outs typos in my lungs mixed with weed and cigarettes.
The days they turn to night,
When the mood has died, the feeling has recessed.
Such an atheist as I, wonders how on god's green earth he could be blessed.
May I be less...
Than I've wanted or needed
The demons are feeding less.
It's the change of the seasons,
I have on my sunday best.
As they take me and lead me
to gallows with noose round my neck.
As they read me my Last Rites and tighten that noose round my neck.
May I be less...
And at dawn we'll plunge to the Atlantic floor
Oh, wind will blow the mast till she breaks.
Oh we'll spawn these stories onward for centuries more
Give to the world everything we take
I've watched so many towers fall faster than they're raised
and I'll never stay here and crumble just as they
To spite the tallest they'll all crumble down, to spite the tallest they will crumble down.
Cause I've wanted, I've needed
This opium feel in my chest
I am flying, I'm free and
I'm dressed in my sunday best
I pull out the needle
and come to with noose round my neck
With my Last Will and Testament clutched between white knuckles on my hands.
May I be less...
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7. |
Salt And Sand
02:28
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It's been a long, lonely drive
And I've a long, lonely mind
Oh it's been wandering again
And I'm hoping it don't slip
on this salt and sand.
There's a storm blow'n out that door
And if that wind does settle scores,
I shall pay my debt in full
And these headlights will
hold death in tow.
Oh, so it goes.
I've lived a short but loaded life.
Braved darkness and owned the light.
I've felt the hollow pain of hatred
And, even lost, I've felt love hold me tight.
I've dug holes and left truths halved.
I've spent years sail'n toward my past.
But for all that sea I've lost,
I pulled sail in rough seas and made it back.
Don't let me sail away on this winter night unless the end is quick
Or if the cards I've played have had
Time, fate, and nature see it fit.
Perhaps I'm young,
But young's still old enough for death's cold kiss.
Said, perhaps I'm young,
But young's still old enough for death's cold kiss..
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