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Come Back Down Here
02:33
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She caressed the door and started to leave
I saw her promise silently
That it's all just The Product of bad luck
Put her iPod in her Jansport then
Tossed 'em down into the bed
Held the clutch and started up the truck
Scraped a hole in my jeans
And screamed until my face ran red
Too caught up in performing grief
To hear anything she said
"It's gonna take more than love."
"It's gonna take more than love."
"It's gonna take everything you got,
"whether you want it to or not."
"It's gonna take more than love."
Drivin' all four windows down
Damn the Bachelor who pulled me out
Dropping all my medication in the seat
Gonna park my car in a garden then
Blast a college radio station
Brag to the dirt that this next one's by me
Staring in the produce aisle
At a molding ingrown peach
Drooling, ready to bite as it grows lips and starts to speak
"It's gonna take more than love."
"It's gonna take more than love."
"Never gonna be enough."
"I can tell it's in your blood."
"It's gonna take more than love."
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2. |
Come Back Down Here
01:50
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Appeared before St. Peter
Still screaming, still holding the knife
Threatening every angel grasping at the gate
To grant me back my life
Sprinting down foggy hallways
Police helicopters, siren sound
A kitchenette behind a picket fence
Health insurance, good morning texts
I want it all back
Cut, rusted, sharp, and kissing
Weighed the blade against the ribs still in me
Open up and let the right one in
The nice one in, alive, wanted
Honed, whet, firm, and wanting
Trace a shape in the chain-link crossing
Open up and let the right one in
The polite one in, the hide I skin
Shut up, my pain is unknowable
And my heartache is unique
Try all you want, I won't ever let you in
To steal my bootleg Tibor Takács DVDs
It can't end here
You won't just quarter my heart
I won't just float
Like a horse in a jar
XNOR, grounded, yawning
Wrapped my palm until it shocked me
Open up and let the right one in
Wake up again, my human
Golden, spacious, closing
In the tall grass, tracking foley
Open up and let the right one in
Writhe on in, bite your skin
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Expressing entropy by letting off the gas
Practicing empathy, retracing your steps
Creating worth and works so you'll give me your snap
To bite down, make marks, and latch my tongue to your lap
Don't want to let go, know we're not alone
Are these actions I take what I really mean?
And will you do a little spin for papa please?
I been dying to get you on your knees
or texting in a chair while I get surgery
And I been looking through your phone while you're asleep
Analyzing all the things you say about me
Choosing when I cry very carefully
You have to believe I can do both
Holding false beliefs that can not be changed by fact
Saying every good thing and then taking it back
Digging around for a specific memory I had
We were kissing
I'm not going to, so I won't
I repeat to myself as I try to get close
To see if I fit or if it's a fun thing to do with a rope
that's slipping
I'll explain it to the judges just follow my lead
Sure, I exhibit some behaviors that I don't like to see
And I have made a few mistakes, but come on, please
I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good
I will be a stronger man, I will give you a home
You're the only real lover that I've ever known
And you're my best friend, we were so close
I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good
I remember you in my dreams again and again
And I remember just how you like your money spent
And who even was I before we met?
I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good
T N E C O N N I
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Everybody loves me
Everybody knows my name
And when they write it out in their diaries
It's hearts for E's, I's, and A's
Time to learn the words
You don't wanna be the only one mouthing along
I'll teach you, kid, don't worry
I'll sing you anything you want
They all love The Product
We sold out all the merch
Another batch of Spotify playlists, baby
Take a guess what I'm worth
I'm this wave's Nick Stutsman
The DIY king
When you're around me just whisper
Keep your voice soft and sweet
Everybody loves me
Everybody wants to know
What heathen games you'll pretend
Are just a joke
All I want's another beer and a light
and carve a portal through the drywall just to see what I'd find
More pictures of me in a black band T
Only my third eye's open so the inner self can breed
a new way to play sustained open A
On a tele snapped in half because the action's built to cave
Choke the neck, pull the strings, you will sing it back to me
Or I swear to god, I will make you believe
Everybody loves me
They're all here for me
And I'm playing two sets tonight
so take your solid state back to the practice space, please
Everybody loves me
And you will, too
I'm gonna be the god of this basement
Or the landlord's gonna learn something new
The music don't matter
You think anyone listens past track 3?
It's just you and me in this car with a gun
And if you let off the gas it's a brand new scene
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777 Seconds
03:49
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You're the last one they'd expect to find
With your high beams on, crossing to the other side
And I can't hate it if I want it
I can't complain if I bought in
You're drawing me or just the outline
In the place that looks nice enough to decide
If I could live here, until they find me
And pull the skin up from the lining
And I been hiding under your bed
And I am waiting for my moment
And I can't pretend that I don't know
And I wanna play Guess Who? with your bones and let you win
I been mashing X on a cinematic
Masturbating at the thought of this being something tragic
And who can blame them? That's how they came up
Sucking their waist in just for the camera
You got a few good years left, metabolizing syrup
Hiding hints in the basement, crawling in
And I been hiding under your bed
And I am waiting for my moment
And I can't pretend that I don't know
And I wanna play Guess Who? with your bones
And I been crawling into our bed
And I been running my fingers through your hair
And I count the lines from my jeans etched in your face
And lie
Just a little bit more rain
Just one more day
Just one more day
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6. |
Toy Soldiers Too
04:02
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Couldn't write any poetry
So could you just let me be?
She could curl up in my arms
And I'd blame the cold on the breeze
We could put this old fire out
And let it burn to the ground
The ashes staining my shoes
Melt my sole from the inside out
Drinking more than I can afford
And paying in dimes
I think you gave me this one
Or I stole it from your tips last night
Thought I heard your laugh yesterday
By a parked Chevrolet
Saw all the miles between
Too tired to keep a straight face
Because the way I medicate myself is like a wounded soldier toy
And all the A's in the license plates cry out
A chorus of pure noise
I wish I didn't know your name, I wish I didn't know your name
What's the color of blood?
What's the shape of two skulls?
And do our memories weigh more than what we're told?
Is there a video game I can play in my brain,
so I can keep all my quarters and buy you a place to stay?
And the way I medicate myself is like a wounded soldier toy
And all the A's in the license plates cry out
A chorus of pure noise
I wish I didn't know your name, I wish I didn't know your name
I wish that I was free
I wish that I could level everything
I'd dig my heel in the peat
And I would finally turn green
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A Chair with Wheels
03:51
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Roe in the rain, tea made of snakes
Hold my hand to her leg, drown every Sim that I create
Hear him singing through your skirt
And who's worse?
The company or the worth
of all the drugs that keep me on this earth?
Your precious prisoner
When I wake up I'm gonna breathe and crawl and eat
I'm gonna stand in line and pay for everything
I'm gonna sit right here with a smile on my teeth
I will find your love and add them to me
Budweiser in the veins of my palm
Listening wrong, swallowing rocks
Loose my tooth and willed the sound of your song
For you, for you, for you
When I get back, I'm gonna swallow everything
and when I run out, I'll eat every word that I speak
Raising Cains in BNA, and faux vegan human spleen
I will take everyone and add them to me
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8. |
KWABs in a Bucket
01:33
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In your stomach wading around
for something to go down
That's not words or your pride
and the last of the beer in the house
Press my hand against the line
Try to grab the salt and the lime
Make it easier for you
to say what I want tonight
If I could go back home to you
How would I escape it?
Where would all the hate live?
If I could go back home to you
Can we sleep together naked
in a bed that keeps on breaking?
If I could go back home to you
Will you tell me why you did it?
Will you hit me until I forget it?
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Never Mean
02:05
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Felt to right click
Save as, and give her a name
Loose nails screaming
No one else is awake
Black eyes and hot lies
Washing off my face
Clasped hands kneeling
Praying that it goes away
You're sneaking through the back yard
Made transparent all the weeds
It hasn't stopped raining for a couple of weeks
Some more more-more more words
for Bud bottles in the sea
I swear I will come about
whenever you need
If I could split down the middle
and grow the organs back clean
One could pick up the slack
and the other could be free
I will never forget
The things between you and me
And I will never pretend
That I was never mean
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Pull it tight by the spine
Recreate the disease
Tell another lonely lover
That they're too hard to please
We can trade, I can paint
You can hold this rope taut
I read all the yesses
You dug your nails at the knots
The bars of my cells
untied themselves
Blew a hole into the soul
of a crystal I held
Pieces cast the wall
Blessed little light strings
Shadow puppets act our life out
The way it was in your dream
Time to weave, gold and green
A thread from my mouth to yours
Drew a noose around your tooth
I've chosen you to adore
Nylon, braided cord
Pink acrylic on a canvas
By a door that won't close
I could stay, sit and wait
for you to touch me again
Catch that carrot from the stick
share spit and hemoglobin
I close my eyes
I see The Product
And she is beautiful
And she can't speak
It's gonna take more than love
It's gonna take more than love
Baby, let's go home and write this song
I'm gonna bleed blue and drink your snot
It's gonna take more
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Captain Jazz Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
the broken world media to topshelf records pipeline
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