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Death Rattle
02:40
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I’ll dream a dream of wonder.
Never wondered where to go.
Burning the house, to get ghosts out
Surprised you’d already know.
Tuberculosis, meningitis.
Fuck up my brain.
Mix a downer with a downer
And take away the pain.
I’m hoping for a better life
I’ve never really known how.
They tell me what they tell me
Tell me to do it now.
Tuberculosis, meningitis.
Fuck up my brain.
Mix a downer with a downer
And take away the pain.
I’m a renegade, a pinned grenade
A ticking time bomb
Demons in my blood
Taking half of what I’m on.
Tuberculosis, meningitis.
Fuck up my brain.
Mix a downer with a downer
And take away the pain.
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2. |
I'll be Waiting Here
02:25
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the day that they walked me on down to the trees
herd the humming of the bees, brought me down to my knees
i lifted my head and cried out into limbo
the rain came down crashing on me.
I’m a suede sweater’d sap with a yellow in my tooth
and the holes in the roof, shined light to the truth
I laid down in my bed hoping to die.
but the hope she got pushed me on through.
You’d think God was cruel, and lonely old thief
cutting life from the earth, his bloodied blade rests in the sheath
I’d agree with you pal, but I’d just hope you know
there’s not one truth its just how ya believe
And there’s ghosts at the door.
An old woman hanging her head.
A broken old broomstick.
A old dog lying dead.
There’s rats in my boots
and there biting my toe
And the weights are getting
harder to hold.
and the day they walked me to the old wishing well
watched my coin as it fell, my wish falling down into hell.
i hoped for a while that it’d come true.
i keep the key you see the dreams are locked in a cell.
sometimes i think about the boy I killed as I grew
he had the same name as me, thought the same stories true.
I watched in the mirror as he fell down and died.
and this old soul got a little more blue.
we can burn away the flesh that traps all our fears.
wax waking heaven, with angelical tears
Cuz every saints got a past. And every sinners got a dream
I’ll be waiting for you all right here.
And there’s ghosts at the door.
An old woman hanging her head.
A broken old broomstick.
A old dog lying dead.
There’s rats in my boots
and there biting my toe
And the weights are getting
harder to hold.
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3. |
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Hiding under all that man.
Is a scared, sulking boy.
Mal adjusted to standards
You were given.
I once went for a prayer.
The room gathered hands
& the man next to me
Looked disgusted.
He looked down at me.
All painted & dirty
His hands were too clean
For my palms.
And that circle met an end
A gap forming at the top
Unity destroyed
And man came to be humbled.
Oh if all had to pint to warm us
Then maybe we wouldn't need God
And if your Lord only answers to clean hands
Than I'd say your savior's a fraud.
& one cloudy day
In the center of the suburbs.
I was tripping out On a box
Of dextromethorphin.
I was laying on a loading dock
Behind the printing shop
And I herd those
church bells a ringing.
So i stumbled to church
Drank the blood of christ
And God damn I thought
I had found God
And as evil as the man in
Conservative white robes
He said
He was happy to see me.
Oh if all had to pint to warm us
Then maybe we wouldn't need God
And if your Lord only answers to clean hands
Than I'd say your savior's a fraud.
Oh if we all had a pint to warm us
Then maybe my gut wouldn't hurt
And if you lord only answers to clean hands
Then these hands are as clean as the dirt.
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4. |
Meltdown at Sephora
03:42
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I drove all the way to Sephora.
And I parked right outside.
But I don't want to go to Sephora.
Cuz it reminds how ugly I am.
And I could,
Shave my beard
and cut my hair.
Dress real nice,
Try not to compare.
Theres beautiful people,
And they're all pretty
For different reasons.
So cut my face and stitch me up
Lob my body parts right the fuck off.
I'll stitch myself together for the image of the threads.
Im a ragdoll made from a million parts.
Porcelain arms, and a big glass heart.
I'm carved from wood and widdled from a tree
And there's a million people who are just as ugly as me.
Just as ugly as me.
You can take my clothes
Tear me to shreds.
Shave these locks
Right off my head.
The destruction of a person is essence of their image.
& maybe one day
I'll reclaim.
Those awful words
That put me in pain.
Transform the suffering
Into a fashion statement.
Theres beautiful people,
And they're all pretty
For different reasons.
So cut my face and stitch me up
Lob my body parts right the fuck off.
I'll stitch myself together for the image of the threads.
Im a ragdoll made from a million parts.
Porcelain arms, and a big glass heart.
I'm carved from wood and widdled from a tree
And there's a million people who are just as ugly as me.
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5. |
Hey, It's Alright.
02:09
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I’m filled with woe, the after glow.
Of knowing someone loves you
but feeling so and so
Might have to go, But hey y’know.
I’ve had a good run and even
some things to show.
There’s a notch on all my bedposts
but a broken bed frame for you.
There’s a lot lost, but I’ve got hopes.
And some of those hopes came true.
You can hold me down all night.
And I’d lie still in the morning.
The curtain broke, with shards of light.
I woke up with my eyes rolling.
I’m filled with woe, the after glow.
Of knowing someone loves you
but feeling so and so
Might have to go, But hey y’know.
I’ve had a good run and even
some things to show.
There’s somethings, I’d never say.
I hope thats alright with you.
these ghosts, couldn't push you away.
Even if I’m feeling blue.
And I saw you moving down.
The sidewalk outside of your dorm.
And you looked, like a movie star.
God I think my hearts already torn.
I’m filled with woe, the after glow.
Of knowing someone loves you
but feeling so and so
Might have to go, But hey y’know.
I’ve had a good run and even
some things to show.
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6. |
A Song for the New Years
03:28
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its been one helluva year.
I haven’t been my best the whole time.
there’s a lot of damage i did before
last new years.
I haven’t repaired it all.
I’ve only pushed it all away.
But this time i think i’ll
deal with this shit head on.
Shit still stinks even when you don’t smell it.
The truth still speaks even when you don’t tell it.
A year is a year and is made of the days.
And we can’t judge a tree by the lifting of one root.
if you sat me down and told me
all the things do this past year.
I might not of believed you
but i’d have a few less tears.
I’ve been with one lover.
I didn’t have to sleep around.
I only did that because i felt worthless
didn’t gain a cent from anyone in town.
Shit still stinks even when you don’t smell it.
The truth still speaks even when you don’t tell it.
A year is a year and is made of the days.
And we can’t judge a tree by the lifting of one root.
And I’d like to say I’m grateful.
For everyone who’s held my heart.
It was hard for me to trust you.
But i’ve loved you all from the start
My friends have shown me kindness.
And taught me how to love.
I can even feel vulnerable.
Without needing to be touched.
Shit still stinks even when you don’t smell it.
The truth still speaks even when you don’t tell it.
A person is a person is made up the ways.
They perceive the ones they love.
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Brian Huntress Rockland, Massachusetts
I am a painter, a writer, and a touring musician. Follow me on instagram to keep up with all of the debauchery.
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