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Bury Me Deep
03:03
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I could find my place
Under the quiet ocean
Staring up at the ships
As they sail by
I could burn like fuel
For your rocket's nosecone
Screaming into nothing
As you scream across the sky
Good for nothing, bad at everything
I am a sucking emptiness
I am no fun at all
One day you can bury me deep
I'll be just what you need
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You were a ghost in my house
a whispered rumor
of something alive
You found the deepest hole
to disappear in
Until you never came out again
Until you never came out
All you ever wanted
was never to be noticed
To be left alone
Never a moment of peace
and never a moment of comfort
in your life
Your dumb little life
Born to a name you never knew
A name you wouldn't answer to
Born to a name you never knew
Your basement is getting darker now
Watch the setting of an unknown sun
and for the first time since I've known you
You could hide
But you couldn't run
You could hide but you couldn't run
Born to a name you never knew
A name you'd never grow into
Born to a name you never knew
A dumb little life, at its end
Born to a name you never knew
Born to a name you never knew
We said goodbye with a name you wouldn't answer to
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3. |
You Can't
01:42
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You can't do anything
Anything you wanna do.
Your mom and dad have got something wrong with them.
You can't do anything
Anything you wanna do.
Everybody's got something to give but you.
Not you.
Everyone but you.
You can't do anything
Anything you wanna do.
Your mom and dad have got something wrong with them.
Everybody's got something wrong with them
and you do too
There's something wrong with you.
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4. |
For You, For Forty More
04:18
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A New England April, 1982
and you emerged like the leaves on the maple trees
The most important day of my life
but I wouldn’t know it for another 25 years
I was waiting, even if I never knew what for
For you, for forty more
I was waiting, for someone unlike I’ve ever known before
For you, for forty more
A Baltimore April, two score away
Colleen, Miles and Will
Buttercups and daffodils
You are our diamond, brilliant and strong,
still unfinished
This house is so much brighter when you’re in it
We were waiting, eager for the sound of an opening door
For you, for forty more
We were waiting, excited footsteps racing across the floor
to you, for forty more
We are waiting
We were waiting for you.
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5. |
A Nothing That Eats
03:27
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There’s so much space here for a man to get forgot
Buried in street steam
Look at the way it curls around my throat
I’m desperate for something to take
to ease these vicious buildings’ edge
to make their shapes
a little less like sharpened teeth
and in the right light
Sometimes the garbage in the harbor shifts strange
and I wonder
down there at the bottom
What kind of awful things remain
I’m so washed out you can barely make me out
Bathed in mad blue light
Look at the way it echoes off my skin
And flashes luminescently
Like something born of deep beneath
Luring me
towards gaping alley jaws
and in the right light
Sometimes the garbage in the harbor shifts strange
and I wonder
down there at the bottom
What kind of awful things remain
And on the worst nights
I can hear the pale streetlights humming hate
and there are worse things
than boots and bullets
out there lying in wait
There are secrets here that the sailors knew
but there are no sailors left to speak to.
There are secrets here that the sailors knew
but there are no sailors anymore
Oh, I could tell you things, that are more than true
But I just don’t know how to speak to you
On a day that’s coming soon
I will be reclaimed
Like the bricks, the boards and rusty railway fences
Deep in strangling vines
I will know it’s name
Like I know the mills and graves and wasted houses
I will be chewed alive
and I will forget
and I will be reclaimed
Like everything here
Nobody wanted
anymore.
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6. |
Christmas as Fuck
03:02
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