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truth (reprise)
02:34
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have I slowly been reprogrammed by myself?
to desire nothing but fantasy?
and will desire defeat me?
(or could desire complete me?)
am I getting any closer to the day
when they'll be no need to stay awake?
because I'm learning to love my blackouts
I'm learning to love to pass out
this numbness is finally settling in.
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2. |
praying for bad luck
03:39
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wake up in the hospital
thinking "this has got to end"
or wake up to the cops pounding on my door
brought by a worried friend
who doesn't know that i've been shitting blood for weeks
from licking at my own wounds
and i've been praying for bad luck
but this is just bad news
wake up from a dream
where i was a better man
or wake up from a dream
where something forced my hand
see, if i was forced to act to save myself
i'm sure i could fix all this
so i'm praying for bad luck,
but that's not what this is
i just can't stay standing up
i can't speak, there's no voice, there's no spark
i'll buy jim beam when i can't afford makers mark
there are no red flags
that could get me to make a fresh start
i can't make red flags turn to white...
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3. |
dark horse
04:29
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and how the body holds you back
it bangs and screams
but your voice just cracks
and on and on your mind reacts
you try to push her, run away
but you whisper, begging her to stay
your conscience bends and weaves and sways
your brain excusing alibis
you linger, "baby one more time"
you're breathing death,
you're breathing life
you're always begging her for more
just bodies strewn across the floor
you hope that someone's keeping score
and somewhere down inside
someone is trying to hide
someone confusing bliss
with things that don't exist
somewhere down inside
someone is trying to cry
someone is trying to relive
things he cannot forgive
i feel so week
awake or asleep
this war is with myself
i don't want your goddamned help
Will you wake from a long sleep?
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4. |
secret cigarettes
03:11
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when i was 17
i stole my mothers secret cigarettes
and all i did was think of sex
and that's ok
when i turned 18
i learned to love redhat
i studied sartre and watched star trek
i hated when my family drank
and when i was 19
i recorded a record that changed everything
people noticed and noticed me
and it set me free
falling in and out of love
the pain and the euphoria
taking risks, and throwing dreams away
we moved out west
i watched you break
when i came back
i was not OK
i buried myself in work
and got lost in the pain
and when i quit my job
i thought that i would just write songs
that something new would come along
and i'd be ok
and then i started drinking whiskey everyday
nursing my own “secret” pain
of all the things i couldn’t face
falling in and out of love
isn’t the same when you’re always drunk
it turns out you can’t fuck the pain away
burning dreams
and burning cash
think of the old days
with a bittersweet laugh
a smile of a friend
or a song that we made
but the last time i saw you
your eyes seemed so dead
and i paid a stranger
to tie me to the bed
to spit on my face
and get off on all that i gave away
and help me just drown in my shame
and get off on all of this pain
let drink and desire just wash me away
the liquor store employees know me well
when i come out of my little cell
to make my lonely rounds everyday
ill masturbate until i go blind
drunk dial old friends, then press rewind
press play and rewind and repeat and press play
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5. |
incomplete man
04:35
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i looked up
barely awake
just enough to
see your worried face
i passed out
and then misplaced
three weeks
just like magnets
passing across a tape
this evil can't do anything to me
if it's me
i scrounged around
this whole goddamned place
and none of these bottles
have anything left
not a drop, not a trace
my liver
making me sick
watching the clock
move slowly toward a fix
i don't know
how i got here
shit just built up
till i couldn't feel any emotion but fear
can i listen to you when you tell me
that i'm just a sick man
that i'm just a small man
that i need help?
can i listen to you when you tell me
that i'm just a weak man
an incomplete man
that i need help?
because i'm in hell.
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6. |
it hurts
03:03
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this is how it works
it hurts
this is how it works: it hurts
and if you think that no one cares
well pull up a chair
share honestly if you can
and if you start to cry,
well, everyone here will understand
this is how it works: it hurts
let's be honest, let's be frank
i'm all fucked up, i can't think straight
but i'm here, i showed up,
isn't that enough?
this is how it works: it hurts
and if you think you have no chance
just keep on comin back
and if you only can feel pain
then i guess we're all the same
that's how we know we're changing
this is how it works: it hurts
let's not beat around the bush
i know no one will forgive me for what i've done
just keep swimming in this drink
at least then i won't have to feel anything
let's not beat around the bush
i know no one wants to hear the shit i've done
please keep me from taking this drink
i'll just sit here and listen
this is how it works: it hurts
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Trust Darkness Seattle, Washington
aka Sleep Deprivation aka __mt__ aka mteb, mikeyT, other names... a drummer with a guitar, trying to figure out what to do with himself in his early 40s.
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