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A Trick
03:46
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I’m feeling kind of numb, sitting down to stare at nothing.
I think I’m shutting down. It’s a trick I can’t unlearn.
I won’t say a word. As long as everyone else is happy,
I'll shut my mouth.
Strung out like a rag, like my father it will pull me down.
I’m fiending for a drag of someone else’s smoke.
And I won’t say a word to tell you how sorry I am.
I promised you I’d grow.
I promised myself I wouldn’t grow into this.
I think I’ll work it out.
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2. |
Rain in the Valley
02:55
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It’s been raining since we moved to the valley
and I’m trying to figure what that means.
The ridge is too wet for exploring now,
and my friends are all just out of reach.
I want to get used to a healthy life
Like back when I was seventeen,
and I’d lay down breathing your soft hair,
Without the thought of nicotine.
I’ll go back for pittances of time,
and know that was all I had to give you.
It’s been raining since we moved to the valley
and I’m trying to figure what that means.
I hope it washes over my selfish mind
and makes me the man you need.
But all this talk. I’ve had my fill. You’re my way out.
I see the sun
Atop the hills, and lose my doubt.
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Coyote Spell
03:17
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Itching through the red clay
Eczema, that is West Texas.
Two boys with broken hearts and me.
I can’t relate when they commiserate.
I’ve never had a broken heart. I’ve no idea.
You took that away. My only chance at poetry.
And it makes me feel like a lucky piece of shit
As we leave behind fields of trash and cattle.
They hum the Coyote Spell
Those pretty witches cast in Santa Fe.
Where we stayed, and delayed we sang,
and drank and laughed for far too late.
I’ve never had a broken heart, I’ve no idea.
You took that away. My only chance at poetry.
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4. |
As Is
03:38
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I sold my soul for used cars and cigarettes.
I need a change. Something else to blame.
For my piss-poor attitude.
How Are You?
I Am Too.
How Are You?
It feeds on motivation.
Soon it will come to its end,
and time will lose its meaning,
and meaning will flee from my head.
Take this man to bed.
One morning he’ll wake up.
Take this man to bed.
One morning he’ll wake up and he’ll say,
How are You?
I am Too.
How are You?
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5. |
All the Reasons
04:27
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Is there a face to my God?
I poisoned my body.
I couldn’t look at you straight.
I was too tired to change.
“I’m coming home late”
Is there a face to my Love?
Or is it faith in nothing,
that gives me strength to question
love's true shape?
But how could it be
we’ve gone so long.
He don’t even know all the reasons.
He don’t even know what it is to be.
He don’t even know all the reasons.
But I never told you I asked for one.
I will not hear you
or receive your praise.
For I am not I,
and you know nothing else.
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