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King's Beach
04:42
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you're not the girl that I will want tomorrow
but I'm not the guy who cares, oh no
in an hour I'll feel regret, shame, and sorrow
but I'm not the guy who cares, the guy who cares
oh, you were only seventeen
but you said you'd play pretend
pretend for me
oh, we both know that my flight leaves
in the middle of the night
and so we play at emerald bay
or king's beach
what was I supposed to think?
when I knew you had too much to drink
and you said to me with a little coy smile
that you would make it worth my while
if I went the extra mile and came the extra mile
and met you at zephyr isle
[chorus]
we'll burn the forest down
we'll send it up in flames
we'll make the hours count
until we waste away
we'll explore the unexplored
from your uncle's guest house bathroom floor
and I'll make you feel adored
until we waste
[chorus]
I can't get thought out my mind
can't get the taste out my mouth
can't keep the blood from running off my chin
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2. |
Luck
03:29
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someone stole the air right out of me
bottled it and sold it on the street
profited and drove away
I can’t believe my luck, dear
I’ve been writing songs since age 16
never played a gig or sold CDs
wrote this on my iPhone screen
I can’t believe my luck, dear
flick a switch and count to ten
I’m on again and off again
bet the devil, dealt my hand
I’m on again and off again
there’s nothing left to lose and there’s nothing left to fear
I can’t believe my luck, dear
honestly you’re not quite what you seem
promise me you’ll take one for the team
shut your mouth and grind your teeth
I can’t believe my luck, dear
you’ve been looking so dreary
here’s some laughing gas for free
here’s a shot of pure caffeine
I can’t believe my luck, dear
[chorus]
do you remember me?
I’ll call your bluff
oh, what you runnin from?
that’s just my luck
ripping out the chapters
preparing for disaster
thinking I’m an afterthought
get lost, sit silent in the dark, that’s when I
[chorus]
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maybe I just didn't try hard enough
yeah, I gave up
maybe I didn't give you the time
and someone else caught your eye
thought I had you locked away
safe for another day
but that was my first mistake
knock knock, are you in there?
yeah, is anybody home?
are you still mad? can I come in?
are you decent and alone?
see, I'm standing in the rain
to show you that a man can change
but maybe it's just too late
cause you know that I don't care
what you think you're gonna wear
cause it's not you, it's me, my dear
I don't care what you like
I never kept an open mind
cause it's not you, it's me
yes, it's not you, it's me
actually no, now that I think about it
it's unfair to try to blame it all on me
you were like a concentrated evil
a bête noire, sucked the life out of everything
and you know how the story goes
when a parasite's severed from it's host
the host is finally free, and the parasite dies
it's a metaphor for you and me
I hope you die
cause you know that I don't care
what you think you're gonna wear
cause it's not me, it's you my dear
no conversation could you hold
and your hands and your feet and your heart's so cold
and it's not me, it's you
no, it's not you, it's me
and if you'd like to say a word to the crowd
yes, if you have a side to tell, do it now
cause the people are leaving
they're all going home
you're up on the stage and you're all alone
they were drawn to the sound of the crash and the bangs
and the drums and guitar as the good guy sang
"it's not you it's me--" wait, that's wrong
it's not me it's you!
everybody now!
it's not me it's you!
one more time!
it's not me it's you!
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4. |
Rock Star Skinny
04:36
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let me preface this by saying
that I don't know what I'm saying
it's not like I'm closing to breaking
down the cages and the chains
and all the limits put on music
but the least that I can do
is shut my mouth and be the dude
that can pretend like he's been through it
I ain't even supposed to tell em
life can be so overwhelming
and you might be close to hell
if you ain't nice to most the fellas
and the people in your life
that you forget to thank and praise
never been the best about it
but I'm trying to find my ways
now I'm spending most my days
wondering who all knows my name
do you know it?
it's Brandt, not Oberst
better write that down, better like that sound
are we part of that scene?
east coast, west coast, somewhere in between
middle america, I won't be compared to ya
I won't be roped in with the "how do you do?"
flicking up the fingers every 2 or 3 minutes
on the highway, I went my way
I pulled right up to the stoplight
and I'm singing out my lungs
I don't know no one, not left, not right
go straight down Dodge, don't wait, don't pause
don't fake applause
I don't even want it if you're not in awe
I don't want it if you're not in awe
c'est la vie, bon voyage
la dee da dee da da dum
paying up at any cost
driving till I find myself lost
maybe I'll get rock star skinny
play pretend in all my videos
half the skill, but twice as witty
I know something you don't know
cause they're waiting on the pavement
and they're praying just to make it
in a place where they can say it out loud
it goes: c'est la vie, bon voyage
la dee da da dum
yo, (what's up?)
can I say something that's been on my mind?
yo, (dude, WHAT)
if I'm losing sleep, I'm losing daylight
no one cared what I had to say
but now there's a mic in front of my face
and now everybody just wants a glimpse
and now everybody just wants to know how
someone like me, so stuck in his ways
in the game could break free
someone like me could slither from the litter
[chorus]
heart is beating like a tired bass drum
the crowd's all leaving, but the band plays on
we're just getting started, this is phase one
I don't know, I don't know
[chorus]
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5. |
Trapped
03:04
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I can hear the voices moaning in the dark
it's the only thing that gets me by
I can hear the goosebumps crawling up my arm
and a glaze coming over my
I don't want to sound too forward
but the truth is, I've been watching you
I can't believe that someone like me
could end up trapped in this house with you
now I'm feeling lightheaded, yeah, I feel a cool breeze
when my blankets and my sheets are ripped out from under me
static on the TV, a woman in my dreams
she wears a robe of satin, now she's speaking perfect latin
now the room starts to blacken
no, I won't let this happen to me
I can hear the voices in my head
I can't sleep until I know they're dead
I quit contemplating calling off this thing
or calling out for help
slanted blinds and kerosene lamps light the hall
for me to find my way out
no, I don't have a blueprint, I don't hold the key
it's me, myself, and I, you and me
I'm the common denominator
I guess I will see you later
later at night when I'm dimming the lights
and I'm flipping through all of the papers that I wrote
and just one theme is ringing true
I'm trapped in this house with you
don't make wake up, please no
don't make me wake up
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6. |
Bluebird
01:39
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baby shoots a robin and a bluebird
baby likes to shoot em in the sky
baby likes to shoot em right in the air
baby likes to watch em fall and die
people try to tell me I'm in trouble
baby shoots em right between the eyes
people try to tell me I should run away
but people never see my baby cry
oh, break me from these chains
before all the vultures peck at my remains
I never would have thought that I'd get got
I thought I taught you not
bluebird, won't you fly away?
save yourself, just fly away
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wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
shall I stay
would it be a sin?
if I can't help falling in love with you
like a river flows surely to the sea
darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
but I can't help falling in love with you
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8. |
The Radcliffes
04:37
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sunday morning at the Radcliffe's
pillared porches, arched doorway, bay window seats
let the butler take your jacket
let's make small talk, let's make quiche
I've enrolled at Brownell-Talbot
sister says that she prefers the academy
finds their skirts much more attractive
she's got no nose for irony
but I can taste it on my tongue
I'm not blaming anyone
I'm just saying we've become so stale
you know I see this every day
and I'm leaving, by the way
St Cecilia couldn't save us now
miss my pleated leather
miss my cashmere sweater
hope this letter finds you well
please don't be mistaken
it's your heart I'm breaking
here's the story that I tell:
if you never gotta work, then you never gotta learn
if you never gotta learn, then you never gotta earn
your keep, your place, your spot upon the shelf
now they scramble back to find me
curtains blowing, clothes are thrown all around the floor
murders looking very likely
looking's looking like a chore
but god forbid you try to hard
it's a bitch to be a part of
something bigger than yourself
you know I see this every day
and I'm leaving, by the way
St Cecilia couldn't save use now
[chorus]
take me away from this estate
book me a plane to Montego Bay
your heart was made by Faberge, Louis, and J
well, what is my name?
[chorus]
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9. |
Black Kettle
04:17
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take a little time, take a little time
take all the time that you need
looking through the haze
I can see your gaze cast at your wedding ring
this is what it's come to, everything you've been through
quiet tragedy, all your plans fell through
take a little time, take a little time
take all the time that you need
I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
with my eyes on you, a pot and a black kettle
gas pedal pressing to the floorboards
eyes on you, a pot and a black kettle
all told, I'm gonna keep my eyes on you
take a little time, take a little time
take all the time that you need
I'll be right here watching white noise jump around the TV screen
it's my favorite program
a slow burner, a slow jam
tonight? I got no plans
so take a little time, take a little time
take all the time that you need
I'll be waiting
[chorus]
the party is over now, your cover is blown
I can see his headlights as he follows me home
the party is over now, your cover is blown
you wasted my life, I can see his taillights
as I follow him home
[chorus]
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