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Unholy Moly
02:39
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Good morning, how do you feel?
I'm feeling sorry for myself, these wounds will never seem to heal,
My livers weak, my breathing's fucked,
I feel I'm sweating out a fever, uncontrollably imploding from the inside,
Feel like everybody's watching, slowly sinking through the cracks below the wayside.
Smooth sailing, a drink for every fear,
I'll raise a glass and toast to every trusty chord that brought me here,
To every friend and how they sing,
We take the words straight off the page and dig the ink beneath our skin forever after,
We scream the words so loud like we knew every feeling that was pulsing through their fingers.
And it gets dark alone sometimes,
But when we're blind we see the things that bring us closer to the light,
Like singing songs and eating pizza in our beds when we get home until we're alone.
Unholy, a drink for you my dear,
We'll share a moment through a straw, we'll hear the ringing in our ears,
From striking chords and living free,
We'll take these records to our grave with us, our skin marked with the courage of our conquests,
The love I keep for every street that formed a memory will hold a place in my chest.
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Hazard Lights
03:28
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My hazard lights are flashing in the night,
Creeping up inside and draining down my life,
Everything's a blur, can't focus on the focal point and what's the point in working towards a goal you'll never reach?
My incapacity is what encourages me to speak,
It's forcing me to make a stand and fuck the man that told us we'd be okay,
These are words you'll never hear me say, I never saw the point anyway.
My job entails a tiresome routine of filling up the souls with liquor and disease,
Swelling in their seats, I can't help but feed them until they swallow their defeat and walk away.
Another day, I pray they walk back through the door to keep my piece of mind,
I'm feeling too responsible but I can't act unkind,
The day they die's the day I let the devil judge my sin and shed the skin I'm in.
My incapacity is what encourages me to speak,
It's forcing me to make a stand and fuck the man that told us we'd be okay,
These are words you'll never hear me say, I never saw the point anyway.
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Boxes
03:39
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Rain gets harder in my house,
Falling harder on my roof,
I can't sleep without it,
The winter is my home.
Barely sleep when it's still dark,
I am feeling warm inside,
My body's aching to unwind,
You're seeing me askew.
I've been waiting for the day,
The day you lead me from this place,
And I'm counting down the hours,
I'm putting all my shit in boxes.
We saw lights all over town,
Cities over and around,
Countries made of cardboard and our feet stuck firmly to the ground.
Moving trains too hot to breathe,
Rings of dust above my feet,
I can't sleep without you,
You keep me feeling warm.
I've been waiting for the day,
The day you lead me from this place,
And I'm counting down the hours,
I'm putting all my shit in boxes.
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Retrospective
02:40
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I have been down, I've been out for the count,
I have fallen harder, I can't take the heat,
There's something in the water that keeps us on the land,
We don't need a key to cross the sea and reach the other side of the sand.
Retrospective, I could have tried much harder,
Disrespected, I could have saved my soul,
Sentimental, my bedroom keeps me grounded,
Optimistic, the future is my home.
The Earth is curved so we can't see what's coming,
What's running up in store for us, what's creeping up behind,
There's laughter in my soul, it keeps me burning upwards,
I will build a home for us, I'll build it on the sand that we have conquered.
Because the foolish man still tried his best,
He had nobody to tell him what was right,
And if my house falls down into the sea,
I will build us both a shelter whilst I salvage all the driftwood and debris.
Retrospective, I could have tried much harder,
Disrespected, I could have saved my soul,
Sentimental, my bedroom keeps me grounded,
Optimistic, the future is my home.
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Black Sheep
04:11
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I could tell you stories,
I could part the sea,
I barely breathe before the words come out and bring me to my knees.
It's everything that I have had to give along the way,
I've given everything but I can't help but...
Miss these days at home,
It's like the sun went down and never came back up and now I'm left here all alone,
It's something that I know I've always feared I'd fear the most,
The fear of leaving nothing but a ghost inside my home.
I'll sit and wait and wonder,
Wondering if these people see my fear,
My fear of growing older quicker than I count my years,
I've never been a man to choose a path,
I've always sat along and laughed at all the panic in the eyes of all...
The people who care the most,
About my future and my past and if my memories will only serve me,
So far gone,
I still don't know what I'm to do but all I know's wherever I go, I need you.
I'm counting every day until I leave home,
But every morning brings a memory that I thought I'd forgot,
And in my youth I was a scoundrel, I was a fool,
I didn't know my limits, there was nothing I couldn't do,
I was smart and I was shit,
I was a black sheep, I was a soul that got caught up in everything,
My mishaps and my drinking brought me shame,
And though I've overcome and got the grades I feel deep down I'm still the fucking same.
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Max William recommends:
A fellow Isle of Wight gravel-voiced heavy drinker currently situated in Southampton. You should check him out cause his records far more punk rock than mine.
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