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Granite City, IL
02:30
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I don’t see what all the fuss is about
There was always plenty of food in the pantry
So many ways for us to spend our time
As long as we spent it alone
My grandmother told me stories
Of apples for pennies fresh from the street corner
And how her husband had bees in the back yard
As the fruits of his labor filled his garden and lungs with blood
For our bloody gods
Keep the stock option over the broken homes
Settle fevers with a fresh cut of sod
Fill the hole in your heart with your children’s children
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2. |
Pity
04:00
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Her fingers like ice soothe my furrowed scalp
Like lemonade on a fresh squeezed summer day
Teasing from my mind the fear and worry
Leaving me emptier yet fuller in a funny way
And I pity the man who walks alone
I feel the fear of never coming home
Now that I’ve seen what love has shown
I pity the man with the heart of stone
The razors edge of loneliness cuts the mind
Solitude is only worth how you spend your time
The maw of eternity lies ahead
As the empty spot beside me in my bed
And I pity the man who sleeps alone
Spending hours trying to find a soul in his phone
The wind outside echoes and calls a weary moan
I pity the man who won’t atone
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It’s been a few years
But the luggage is still
Dusting in my attic
Really thought I would’ve
Donated it by now
But nobody wants
Useless broken zippers our
faded, trendy roller bags of shit I couldn’t shake
Why am I searching
For ways to hate it there
Just a wild imagination
Trying to cope
My god
I’ve never been so close
My god
Help me find a another home
Why am I searching
For ways to hate it there
Just coming up tired
And empty handed
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4. |
Alvarado, TX
03:17
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They’ve been wondering
When I’m gonna wake up smell the
Roses grandma
kept long after they were folding
Things these days just
Aren’t made like they used to be
The phrases people say
Just leaving reeling and
Gotta find my own way, no matter where it goes
Where I’m gonna end up, I’ll never know, I’ll never know
For now just...
Feel the mud squish all up through your toes
Dirt and sunbeams melting all your woes
Let the wind relax you for a time
Waves are lapping softly at your mind
Crackling campfires roasting weary feet
Lean against a friend and feel complete
No words as we stare into the coals
Dying embers lighting up your soul
Look back down my street
The garbage heaps are gleaming
Sunny highways lined
With all the dying dreams and
Little things could
Make or break your weekends
And the simple truth’s
You’d never see it coming musta been
Something in the water
Something in the way it moved the trees
Shaking back and forth just like my knees
Stars in your mouth as it opened wide
Brilliant teeth all shining with your lies
Moonlight over empty soccer fields
Dragonflies speed for their easy meals
As the phrases slowly make their way
Out of my hand into yours to stay
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A heart is a heavy burden
But it’s worth the weight in your pack
But the truth is when you’re hurting
It’s easier to turn your back on your own love
When well pressed men come calling again
Read carefully the way they treat the least when they think no one’s looking
Wear your love on your sleeve
Your bleeding heart will ever be the source of courage ‘gainst the man and
When you hold your tongue to not offend
Or make upset just once through starting an uncomfortable conversation
Think of Innocent folks out there dying
Empty spots at tables parents, siblings, children all are crying
And so when armored vans run rampant on streets
Here is something when you don’t know if anybody’s watching
Try to stay on your feet
I ain’t trying to say it’s anything to kid about an easy breezy
But I can hear the people singing the songs
Of angry men who will not wait so idly by while race and class try to divide us
Long live the courage of the people
Feed the fires and burn those cheap hells
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6. |
Granite Reprise
01:58
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Matti Joy Bend, Oregon
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