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Stalemate
04:05
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I can tell you're holding back
What I will view as an attack
On what I think is right for me
Are we soon enemies?
But I took the upper hand
The day that I authored the plan
And I'm stubborn as can be
Are we soon enemies?
Well, your opinion I respect
But your advice I must reject
On this matter presently
Are we soon enemies?
I can feel your disappointment
Seething stare shot and avoided
As we silently await
Out our stalemate
Young versus old
The wise and the bold
The power to praise
And the will yet to scold
Content to fight
Content to fold
Contents may break when they break from the mold
I'll ignore you just for spite
Even if I think you're right
If you don't know that, you don't know me
My future enemy
As we slowly grow estranged and
Nothing good comes of the change
What a fickle, final fate
Is our stalemate
Young versus old
The wise and the bold
The power to praise
And the will yet to scold
Content to fight
Content to fold
Contents may break when they break from the mold
Just because you're close to me
More than geographically
Does not for a minute mean
We can't be enemies
Wisdom is the finest line
You can't be talking all the time
I won't take it graciously
My future enemy
If you're the one with your advice so diligent
You should hold your tongue
In the interest of the innocent
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2. |
Kind Spotlight
04:38
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Do I live a lie?
All my lines are scripted out and handed to me
By someone else better than I could write
I'll take the praise
And I'll take the blame if it's to be had
Occasionally, but mine is a kind spotlight
I have the backing of volumes of text
Which dictate with rules the moves that I must make next
Rules I cannot contradict
Like a socialist resident, trapped, but I'm free
Of any major responsibility
Safe and easy to predict
The stage is set
But don't follow me home where I'm not the same
I'd disappoint you. I would just let you down
Spotlight be kind
And highlight for me features distinguished
If, that is, any are to be found
If the fun never starts then the fun never ends
I'm sorry to tell you that we can't be friends because
Of a binding social clause
All that I long for is security
So I can retire to obscurity
Kind spotlight
I seek not your applause
So type it in
Wind me up
Let me go
That's all
Makeup and duct tape and band-aids and gauze
Cloak for the most part my major flaws from view
From the eyes of the likes of you
No credit, no pity, no praise I deserve
I might make Heaven but I doubt that God grades on a curve
But I hear it's a hell of a view
So type it in
Wind me up
Let me go
That's all
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3. |
Hand Me Down
04:42
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I can wear jeans or I can wear ties
I've never been dumb and I'm becoming wise
To the fact that I'm becoming desensitized
To what is around me and what is elsewhere
Filling out forms that no one will read
Taking initiative that no one sees
Pride is the sole friend of my sanity
It would be so simple just not to care
I'll suck it all up. I'll fight the good fight
I'll get through the day and then re-charge tonight
The light at the end of the tunnel was bright
Until you walked in, stranger, see my dismay
Yes I am upset, but I'm too proud to pout
That the secretary should have filtered you out
From my busy agenda of loathing self-doubt
So I'm here and you're here, let's hear what you'll say
You walked in, I had no chance for escape once I had assessed
The disconnected dots inside your head that I see through your eyes
Eyes tell stories that the mouth won't
Eyes tell stories that the mouth won't
What nobody seems to want to admit
And I know that I sound like a huge hypocrite
But there is no such thing as entitlement
So stop with the half-truths and do what is right
And then it hits me like a magnet to metal
My foot's pushing down but it's on the wrong pedal
And the simplest solution upon which I settle
Is holding me back from my lot in this life
You think that I'm too young to be where I'm at
I think that I'm too young to be standing pat
It's easy to scoff at the things that you say
I'll be not like you and I will start today
You walked in, I had no chance for escape once I had assessed
The disconnected dots inside your head that I see through your eyes
So I listen, a captive man, and for us both I make a plan
To stop believing all the lies that form from behind our own eyes
I don't know you, yet I know you
As I know you, I grow into myself
My heart and my body both work with my mind
And all three are in good places most of the time
Willing to grow if growth they could find
For they have the means. Growth they can afford
I could be home with wine in a bottle
Writing the Great American Novel
But I make ends meet with a more structured model
And I couldn't stand being so bored
I don't know you, yet I know you
As I know you, I grow into myself
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4. |
Portals
03:45
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Once you've uttered the phrase
"When I was your age," you'll know that you've passed
Through the portal to a stranger dimension
And you might as well embrace it 'cause there's no going back
To those days
The grass seems greener where you don't stand
But that's just the eyes pulling pranks on the heart
And now that you've passed through that portal
This is where you've wanted to stand from the start
Of those days
I don't believe in the white light
I think it's the heart pulling pranks on the brain
But as I pass through each portal
Another opinion I'm apt to obtain
Through those days
Wilder ways
Oh those days
Long gone days
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5. |
Stowaway
02:15
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Drive by and look at the wayside
Save face for another day
Try and find someone on my side
Living their life as a stowaway
Stowaway, living life on Planet Earth
Stowaway, living life for less than worth
Stowaway, the only thing I do is be
A stowaway, stowed away where you can't see
Go through motions, a drop in the ocean
Accept the traits of the chameleon
The victim of your excessive living
Stowaways don't need to run
Week, month, year, I'll still be here
Out of sight and mind and touch
Public fear, exit in the rear
No surprise I make a habit of such
When I'm a stowaway
I'm hiding out in your garage
Stowaway, I live my life in camouflage
Stowaway, drink, crash and burn all by myself
Stowaway, I'm primitive but in good health
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6. |
Ultimate Test
03:46
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Cat food for everyone and nothing as it seems
And another conversation that falls victim to the breeze
Of a million mundane duties that take great priority
Over anecdotes so trivial about life's vulgarities
The mouth can run a marathon in record time
But if the course is straight it struggles to negotiate the line
That a million slower runners can negotiate just fine
And it's lost within the verbiage that it once helped to design
Entertain the selfish guest
The ultimate social test
Cat-scratched and open-sored, we all dry out at once
Just to prove a point of pride and place a hat upon the dunce
Who proclaims that to the lazy will be brought forth such a bunce
That you can scribe into your ledger that is all zeros and ones
Midwestern sensible and wanting something more
Than the farmers can provide without moving to the shore
And the heart lies to the brain with all its sugar coat rapport
And if the mouth should get involved there will be dissonance in store
Defeat the very best
The ultimate competitive test
With heavy hearts the cat was spayed, it was a pain borne out of love
Diamond on the master's finger symbolized he'd joined the club
That the cat had now reluctantly become a member of
And they both fold to the stranger who was fixing just to bluff
Time has gone and made a joke out of the very things we thought
Were unconditionally true in a lesson that was taught
On the toughest streets of wisdom while some sucker paid the cost
With some words that blew away when to the breeze they soon were caught
Understanding the complex
The ultimate human test
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7. |
Posthumous Advice
05:08
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All this knowledge that should be inside his head instead
Makes up the closed books piled upon the shelf
All the well wishes that he replaced with selfishness
Are reminders of the man he's made himself
He once thought he was a dying breed, but now he sees
He's just a dying lonely old man
If at this point he were to change, his past would be the same
So I implore you change while you can
Make sure there are good times to remember
Remembering is all that time does
The present becomes the past so quickly
Substitute is with was
He has a month to go so I was told six years ago
When I first felt mortality's sting
They dug a hole and made a crude but still quite beautiful
Curmudgeon's grave site fit for a king
Actions bitter, thoughts despicable within my soul
I purged inside a bulletproof room
I dug a hole and made a crude but honest time capsule
To speak when I should lie in my tomb
Make sure there are good times to remember
Remembering is all that time does
The present becomes the past so quickly
Substitute is with was
I can't help but hold a grudge
You were always so quick to judge
To you nobody would stand up
You were the dingo, they the pup
You taught no lesson, had no drive
The entire time you were alive
But now you're gone, I understand
What I must do to make a better man of me
Lesson posthumously
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8. |
Editorial
04:14
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Write on the page is how I live
Rite on the page is how I live
Right on the page is how I live
Write on the page is how I live
I've never been perfect at anything
I struggle with bias and all it brings
But what you've seen in print I've seen with my eyes
Please allow me to editorialize
Write on the page is how I live
Rite on the page is how I live
Right on the page is how I live
Write on the page is how I live
As paper's replaced by the microchip
So better off is the readership
As information streaks across the land
Bypassing control of the tyrant's hand
Write on the page is how I live
Rite on the page is how I live
Right on the page is how I live
Write on the page is how I live
If time is the gift of divinity
In life everlasting I don't believe
For I have seen hate in most every faith
The greatest sin is the time it wastes
Write on the page is how I live
Rite on the page is how I live
Right on the page is how I live
Write on the page is how I live
As I look back on my medium
I see the beauty in what's to come
The future looks bright with so much to give
Right on the page is how I live
Write on the page is how I live
Rite on the page is how I live
Right on the page is how I live
Write on the page is how I live
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9. |
324
05:18
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Call up Crazy Corey and we'll play there tonight
Promise leads to sickness and then ends in a fight
You can hear a pin drop when they turn on the light
Who pissed in your beer?
You can play your pansy heart out but no one gives a damn
They must be used to hearing all those much better bands
But no one here would clap if we were Pearl Jam
Why the hell are we here?
It's a Metallica world that we are living in
If I hate Metallica would that be a mortal sin?
Scan for friendly faces all across the dark room
You could find more life inside an African tomb
I couldn't pay for gas if I flew in on a broom
Then someone calls me queer
Pissing in the fridge and pissing off all the flies
BAC and anger both are starting to rise
Why the hell have we not severed all ties?
Why the hell are we here?
It's a material world that we are living in
I'll promise never to quote Madonna ever again
It's the only show in town so carpe diem
But I don't like to go to bed at 5 AM
And go to work the next day with a throat full of phlegm
Scared to look in the mirror
Pepper spray and petty theft, how much can we take?
Especially considering the money we make
It's not even a matter of art for art's sake
Why the hell are we here?
This is a punk pop song and you are listening in
It's got a messed up bridge so call it a mortal sin
It's a Metallica world that we are living in
If I hate Metallica would that be a mortal sin?
Invest in your worthless bar with money off the top
Expect me to foot the bill and I'll tell you to get lost
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10. |
Intervention
03:51
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Somewhere far away from Eden
He sits on a sofa broken beaten
With the TV on and a concrete lawn
And the brown shag that keeps his dirty secrets
No net change since he was 20
Though his path to the present wasn't steady
He has felt his age in the past decade
With coffee and aspirin at the ready
Won't do what's not in his contract
By 5 o'clock he has his bag packed
Some of those at work would claim he's a jerk
But he always seems to make his way back
Always looking for the zinger
There's no grudge he won't let linger
He'll sabotage it and camouflage it
And then point at it with a mocking finger
Even when the will is weak the mind stays strong
And what was once subjective is now right or wrong
While it's true that others have helped him build his flaws
Only he can fix the damage that they've caused
In some form or another we all know him
He's the one who could go crazy on a whim
He's the quiet bully alone on the school bus
He's the one who makes up some small part of us
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This Could Be the Day La Crosse, Wisconsin
Formed in 2007, This Could Be the Day writes and performs original rock music because they want to do it. They have four albums available for consumption, and they would love it if you would give some or all of their catalog a small moment of your time. ... more
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