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Marquis de Sade
03:32
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Marquis de Sade
You said you couldn’t be with me
I said please don’t go
you said you were leaving me
for the other coast
singing ‘baby I’m a libertine,
I’m always on the go’
you swore those words would stay with me
but you never could have known.
she cries tears that drip like Chopin from her eyes are like Sinatra on the water late at night
I am inspired
something in me came alive
and you are why.
and I am more chemicals and strings than anything,
and I will never be the same again.
I said I am more chemicals and strings than anything,
and I will never be the same again,
cause ‘baby I’m a libertine,
I’m always on the go’
you swore those words would stay with me
but you never could have known.
she cries tears that drip like Chopin from her eyes are like Sinatra on the water late at night
I am inspired
something in me came alive,
and you are why.
I had to let you go
I’m a missing man formation on my own
(God knows I never take it slow)
(to the Pacific coast: I’m coming home)
she cries tears that drip like Chopin from her eyes are like Sinatra on the water late at night
I am inspired
something in me came alive,
and you are why.
you said you couldn’t be with me
and I said please don’t go
you said you were leaving me
for the other coast
singing ‘baby I’m a libertine
I’m always on the go’
you swore those words would stay with me
but you never could have known
that baby im the libertine
im always on the road
I swore those words would stay with me
so I used them in this song.
(I am more chemicals and strings than anything
and I will never be the same again)
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a Workforce Basic
04:36
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a Workforce Basic
holding second place trophies up over our heads to keep me in line
‘keeping in line,’ she said, ‘never goes out of style’
once in a while I’ll think I’m in love but
it’s just another lovely hand wrapped round a gun and pressed to my chest
when you held me hostage,
with words on a page swimming in ink, I bled all those pretty little cities in England
the words stood right out at me leaving little inlets, harbors, and chelseas where we used to be
a morning after poetry, a morning after poetry where we used to be
the way we felt, the truth in our heads, the lies that we told instead.
none were quite as heavy as what held its weight, the words on a page,
confessions I swore I’d make, hell, you cheated yourself when you held me hostage
with words on a page, swimming in ink, I bled all those pretty little cities in England
the words stood right out at me leaving little inlets, harbors, and chelseas where we used to be
a morning after poetry begins the world ends, a morning after poetry left marks on my skin where we used to be
I’m gonna stay in this daze from the songs that I made and the words that I made them sing,
I’m panicking with strings
and I’m gonna stay in this daze from the songs that I make and the words that I made them scream
I’m panicking with strings when you held me hostage
with words on a page swimming in ink, I bled all those pretty little cities in England
the words stood right out at me leaving little inlets, harbors, and chelseas, leaving little inlets, harbors, and chelseas , leaving little inlets, harbors, and chelseas where we used to be
a morning after poetry, a morning after poetry where we used to be
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she likes things like taste and sense
‘you either die a hero or live long enough to become the enemy’
I swore that from something I’ve seen
when she spends half her time just quoting moving pictures,
when I just wish she would speak realistically so I’d believe
she’s got lightning under her skin, and Jersey glows electric when she’s in it there’s a difference to me
she’s only in it to win these knock down drag out fights like there’s some prize, but I’ll be alright
cause if she leaves me I’ll find her on Lincoln, chasing stars down boardwalks and boulevards
she was looking at me wild eyed, head tilt left with a cocaine smile
and I could tell she was about to thunderstorm if the DJ wouldn’t play one more
now her heart beats a techno beat, she’s drum and bass and lost on South Beach
and
she’s got lightning under her skin, and Jersey glows electric when she’s in it there’s a difference to me
she’s only in it to win these knock down drag out fights like there’s some prize, but I’ll be alright
cause if she leaves me I’ll find her on Lincoln, chasing stars down boardwalks and boulevards
South Florida hit a cold snap, all the students stayed in
so I tracked her to a Key, Biscayne, where she was singing ‘something in the way’
serenading sea with Cobain, over the waves
now she shivers like a static in this cold, and I can tell she’s done
so I hold her like a grudge and swear that all is real around us,
maybe she belongs back where she’s come from
but she’ll keep searching all the ‘hot’ clubs for something she can’t quite get her hands on
and if she leaves me I’ll find her on Lincoln cause she’s got lightning under her skin and if she leaves me I’ll find her on Lincoln, God, if she leaves me I’ll find her on Lincoln or in one of her pretty little cities in England
now her heart beats a techno beat, she’s drum and bass and lost on South Beach
and
she’s got lightning under her skin, and Jersey glows electric when she’s in it there’s a difference to me
she’s only in it to win these knock down drag out fights like there’s some prize, but I’ll be alright
and if she leaves me I’ll find her on Lincoln, chasing stars down boardwalks and boulevards
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On the 7th Day…(I discovered nothing)
I breathe like there’s an anvil on my chest, I hope Sunday never comes
I survive off the reflection in your eyes like solar panels pointed to southern skies
and we sleep til Columbus Day and discover I didn’t miss much that way except the people I love
didn’t know who I thought I’d find, maybe someone who stayed behind, but they all scattered the globe.
this town’s been scrapped and stripped of its parts, boxed up and shipped, and scattered the globe
and you left to find a piece of yourself, peace of mind, so we scattered the globe
and we love like we’re leaving tomorrow and pray it never comes
dig til this place is hollow and we’re all alone
this town’s been scrapped and stripped of its parts, boxed up and shipped, and scattered the globe
and you left to find a piece of yourself, peace of mind, so we scattered the globe
sleep til Columbus Day and discover I didn’t miss much that way except the people I love
didn’t know who I thought I’d find, maybe someone stayed behind, but they scattered the globe
and we love like we’re leaving tomorrow and hope it never comes
dig til this place is hollow and we’re all alone
love like we’re leaving tomorrow and it’ll never come
one by one til this place is hollow and empty when we come, when we get back home and
all the kids in the town want out, turn the volume up to twenty-two
all the kids in the town want out, everyone except me and you
the tower overlooks the sound and keeps the music coming loud
so we can sing the songs we love like we’re leaving tomorrow and it’ll never come
one by one til this place is hollow and we’re all alone, we’re all alone
and we love like we’re leaving tomorrow and pray it never comes
one by one til this place is hollow and we’re all alone
hugging pillows that can’t hug back, I’m so missing my better half
hugging pillows that can’t hug back, I’m so missing my better half
hugging pillows that can’t hug back, I’m so missing my better half
hugging pillows that can’t hug back, I’m so missing my better halves
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Her Favorite Song (Morning Glory)
long is my memory, see the countless songs written about you, I let me heart get ahead of me
let it guide this pen and craft this tune along sigh and if the words come please come as two
not combined, it all depends on where it’s placed in ‘goodbye’
there is an end to every thing in this life but this was not just any thing
it’s a lovelife for all of time to keep you up all through the night and hidden, in and out of sight,
the undeniable butterflies survive
it’s your bright eyes to the morning light, singing over Bright Eyes in the afternoon and Conor never sounded so good as when he duets with you
a long sigh, and if the words come please come as two not combined
it all depends on where I’m placed in my life,
if you heard this like I heard this in my mind then you would understand
it’s a lovelife for all of time to keep you up all through the night and hidden, in and out of sight,
the undeniable butterflies survive
it’s a lovelife for all of time to keep you up all through the night,
yeah maybe I hide, but at least not from what I feel inside
a serendipitous mistake made in my favor sits now, dilapidated, in my head.
and the things I chose to keep from her have come back out again
and I know it’s ok, laughing, while she dances in my head
and now I find myself, singing, her favorite song again
it’s a lovelife for all of time to keep you up all through the night and hidden, in and out of sight,
the undeniable butterflies survive
it’s a lovelife for all of time to keep you up all through the night,
and maybe I hide, but at least not from what I feel inside
now who, now who (are you)
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I am the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
I want to know you if ever, ever meant a word that you spoke.
or is ‘starving your friends’ the most you can manage?
is it me? or was something missing from this?
cause of all of the men that you’ve kissed, I seem the worst for the wear.
I will die with the morning light cause I’ve cursed myself over with prayers,
the nightingales are hurrying to anoint me one of the fallen throats,
but you maintain your throne.
I – I have to go and I think you know it, I’m terminal and I’ve bled dry, the sea calls me.
Hands to the sky, she always told me. You’ll go down with your dignity piercing the surface,
raised in faint memory of a season’s worth of cigarettes ashed into the breeze, burnt and drifting.
I will die with the morning light cause I’ve cursed myself over with prayers,
the nightingales are hurrying to anoint me one of the fallen throats, but
you maintain your throne
balladeer under the sea, I’m calling you, I’m calling you,
channel the siren in me, I’m calling you, I’m calling you. (x2)
I’m calling you, I’m calling you Neptune
I’m calling you, I’m calling you Neptune.
I’m calling you, I’m calling you. (x4)
and I’ll go down with all my flags waving, and all my ‘sincerities’
cause I will die with the morning light and there is no saving me. (x2)
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the K2 Effect
05:11
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The K2 Effect
I read your diary
saw it clearly when you smiled at me
and I’m pretty sure the words read, plainly:
‘come run away with me
I sleep so much better at your side.
Alabama could be a pretty sweet home for you and I
a pretty sweet home for you and I?
the way I lied,
acted like I read her mind?
just to disguise the fact, these words were really mine
and I just wish
I had the where-with-all to act on this but
something keeps me
restrained by a childhood memory.
now I wanna play for keeps
inhibition abandon me.
if I taste defeat at your feet I bet it’s still sweet.
so come run away with me
I sleep so much better at your side.
Alabama could be a pretty sweet home for you and I.
a pretty sweet home for you and I?
a pretty sweet home for you and I.
a pretty sweet home for you and I-
am slow dancing on the inside
wishing you knew you are why I write.
damn right I write.
I am slow dancing on the inside
wishing you knew you are why I write.
and I’ll take my time getting better by the hour til I die.
cause all our doctors lied when they said that we’d survive
all this love making has made me lose my mind,
so come run away with me,
I sleep so much better at your side.
Alabama could be a pretty sweet home for you and I
a pretty sweet home for you and I (x2)
(so just watch the sky lines fly by as we are looking at the stars
we’ll close our eyes and drive to anywhere, we could have it all)
a pretty sweet home, for you and I am slowdancing on the inside
wishing you knew you are why I write,
damn right I write, I am
slow dancing on the inside
wishing you knew you are why I write, so
run away with me
I sleep so much better by your side.
Alabama could be a pretty sweet home for you and I.
a pretty sweet home for you and I?
a pretty sweet home for you
and I.
(slowdancing on the inside, wishing you knew you are why I write.)
(slowdancing on the inside, wishing you knew you are why I write.)
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THE PAPER TRAIL Los Angeles, California
Hi, my name is James and this is The Paper Trail.
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