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The Grind
00:38
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Awakened On The Weekend
02:38
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I’ve been escaping
I have been draping my lids from my eyes to my chin
Escaping
I’ve been flaking
I have been waking and leaving but never arriving
Trucking away but I don’t know where I’m driving
Just escaping
I’ve been shaken
(I've been pacing, embracing my heart cuz it's racing)
I’ve been shaking
(I've been facing the music so maybe I won't lose it)
I am numb in the knees cuz my boots have worn thin
From gripping the earth so the sky won’t cave in
But from time time the sun massages my back
And my brain will forgive me for the knowledge I lack
Sometimes I read the ending of the story
And it reads so beautiful
I’ve been awakened
I’ve been awakened
I’ve been awakened on the weekend
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3. |
Sleep Apnea
03:16
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I feel like I'm not dreaming anymore
Whatever that means, for what it's good for
And I feel like I'm not coming in true
Whatever that means nothing to you
Mama didn't teach me about the blues
I learned it myself
I had everything to lose
I feel like I've been tossing in my sleep
Whatever that means, I'm all out of sheep
(The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick)
And I feel like I've been slurring all my words
Whatever that means to you and to yers
Sorry I get hung up on the blues
You've done a great job, Mama
But it's not about you
I wear my heart up my sleeve
Cuz I'm all out of tricks
And it's making me sick
I'm laying out my poisons
And taking my picks
I feel like something inside me has gone
Whatever that means
I guess I'm just getting old
(It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is the snoring)
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Silver tongue, golden touch
I never needed it as much
As when I thought I’d lost my love
And when I feared it’s not enough
Silver lining, velvet crush
I was the joker and the lush
But just as water turns to rust
Silver tongue, golden touch
Life is not just a bed of roses
I’ll trade you cinnamon for sugar
If a poem is more valuable than prose is
I’ll give you poetry if you can write a book for me
Melody... it used to hit me like a tragedy
Just like a bolt of electricity
Shooting up from deep inside of me
The last one standing is the roughest
Sometimes the tired may be the toughest
And when your eyes have sunken loveless
Even if you made your bed
I’d never make you lie in it
I’d never make you lie in it
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6. |
Changing Of The Garb
04:10
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I've been tied up in knots
I've been wrestling with my thoughts
I've been mind and body slammed
I've been hashing out my fears
Prepping for the coming years
I wanna be a new man, not an old man
Oooooo...
So I've been turning up the soil
Digging through my mortal coil
Making spaces for new roots to grow
I've been tossing out the weeds
To cultivate my needs
I wanna reach a new high, not a new low
Yeah, I wanna reach a new high, not a new low
Here we go...
One, Two, and-a-itchy-kitchy-coo
Now is time to ring it in (Changing of the garb)
Time for trying on some new hats (Changing of the garb)
Goodbye to putting on the ritz (Changing of the garb)
I just wanna take a seat and live (Changing of the garb)
I really can't fill my dreams
With your get rich quick schemes
I'm just trying to go in debt a little slower
And if I'm not on the booze
And I seem a little far removed
it's just I'm not a shower, I'm a grower
Yeah, I wanna be a grower, grower, grower, grower, yeh yeh...
I really don't have a bucket list
I just wanna hit more than I miss
(Changing of the garb)
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7. |
Love Not War
04:18
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Never feel the need to replicate love
Every case is different when you make love
Would you feel the need to complicate love
Let it be what it will be just make love
If it’s real life
If it’s real life
If it’s real life than it’s actual love
Our minds are factories that can create love
And once it’s manufactured it’s not fake love
Don’t use words that capture but restrain love
Love is everything it’s not a strange love
In the real world
In the real world
In the real world it’s all actual love
It’s in my eyes
It’s in your eyes
It’s in their eyes
Everybody eyes
Its actual love
It’s no secret
It’s no secret
It’s no secret
I love you!
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8. |
Dream #49
04:18
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I saw her in a dream of mine
I heard Funk #49
Her guitars were displayed
With elegance and grace
It felt so rock n roll
In the mansion of her holiness
And it was so
And it was so surreal
We took it to the streets that night
And underneath the yellow lights
We laid down in the sand
And interlocked our hands
We rolled into the street
Stopped the traffic with a
FEAT OF LOVE. FEAT OF LOVE.
I tried to steal a kiss
She pulled back and I missed
She felt so rock n roll
When she teased me with her holiness
And it was so
And it was so surreal
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9. |
Just A Dream
02:31
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It was all just a dream
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Now I lay me down to sleep
Elephants walking lightly
Elephants walking lightly
Down the path in my mind
Down the path to the water in my mind
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my mind to sweep
Doesn’t feel like I’ve slept in
Doesn’t feel like I’ve slept in
Thirteen days yet my bed feels just like
A restless grave and I’m in my mind
Now I lay me down to sleep
(Pray the Lord my mind to sweep)
Now I lay me down to sleep
(Pray the Lord my mind to sweep)
Now I lay me down to sleep
(I just want to fall asleep)
Now I lay me, now I lay me down to sleep
Elephants walking lightly
Elephants walking lightly
Elephants walking lightly
Elephants walking lightly
Down the path to the water
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