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Notches
01:17
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Each of these notches is for a martyr that has laid here
All of them were once dear to my heart
The bedpost is riddled, pocked and abused
Perhaps it’s best that we not even start
First jacket
Then gloves
Halfhearted kiss goodnight
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Women In Peril
02:24
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Women in peril, I am back on the market
Lucid and feral, your heart is the target
I’ll claw at the center till I can reach it
Casual glance, you can’t imagine the way I shook
Some people play to conquer
But I’m content to share as much as you can bear it
You gotta sprint for the foxes
Never lumber toward lofty goals
When the heart screams companion
Sounds like whispers through the ribcage
So no one may know
Women in peril, I am back on the market
Lucid and feral, your heart is the target
I’ll claw at the center till I can reach it
Casual glance, you can’t imagine the way I shook
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David Lynchburg, TN
01:22
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Every girl knows not to swim in a hurricane
But even the most careful get caught
In the tide
Diving down to the core of you
Every face will get its due
Every man is just sailing through
But that’s not me
This beach boy knows how to swim alright
It’ll be yes ma’ams and dinner by candlelight
I’ve been building up to asking you
If every face will get its due
Then mine is in line preceded by just a few
So please keep trying
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Saving Up For Christmas
03:09
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I’ve been saving up for Christmas
And can’t alleviate the fear
That I might be saving up for nothing
Because no one gives a shit this year
You see, they’ve figured out they got all they need
And anything else is a pointless luxury
There are no longer any unreasonable demands
Neither jealousy nor greed in all the land
You may think I’d be content, but I am not
I just keep buying and trying to be something I’m not
I’ve been saving up for Christmas
And can’t alleviate the fear
That I might be saving up for nothing
Because no one gives a shit this year
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Only Jester
03:28
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The merry prankster pleads his case again
But even if he tried to change
They would all expect the same from him
The only jester in this court of fools does his act
They may grin but hearty laughs are getting thin
They threw confetti the day he was born
But no one knew just how far the joke would go
The merry prankster pleads his case again
But even if he could change now, they wouldn’t know
Slave to the laughter
It is he, it is
Who is the master of defeat?
Yes he is
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When The War Closed
03:58
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When the war closed
We sold our arms for oxen
And delved back into the fields we had left
There are times when I see the faces of the fallen
Gazing from the soil as it clefts
The earth is no more forgiving than death
We will tend this valley singing songs
More than dirt and rust on these palms
Seasons come but bring no reasons for it
When the sun comes
I’m always up to greet it
As I rarely sleep the entire night
When the eyes close I go back into combat
Soldiers blazing in the sound and the light
I can’t remember now the reason we fight
We still tend this valley singing songs
More than dirt and rust on these palms
Seasons come but bring no reasons for it
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Carriage
01:56
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Remnants
04:12
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When I first got the call you were in the hospital
Those words fell like anvils
Falling and pounding me down
And it was a good thing that no one was around
Because the tears they were waterfalls
Drip-dropping all because I could feel you slipping
When I went to the attic to sort through your things
Papers and ornaments, sweaters and handpainted scenes
And that picture at Christmas with my niece
We didn’t fight at all that year
Just laughing/crying
I can’t forget now
Sometimes I thought we’d get married, babe
You know that it never made a prettier picture in my mind
When I jumped in the car towards the hospital
You know that I ran every light
Irrational standing right by your side
Gripped that hand
In a vise
Now I can’t bring myself to trash one thing
That you decided to hold onto
These things aren’t a part of you
They’re part of me now
Sometimes I thought we’d get married, babe
You know that it never made a prettier picture in my mind
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