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Recycled Lines
02:38
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The rain pouring down, outside my door,
has me sitting here on fake hardwood floors.
Sifting through old photographs, straining my legs,
As those memories come rushing back.
And they’re worlds away,
feels like yesterday.
Some of those faces of changed
All the others just drifted away
… let ‘em go.
Old worn-out spiraled notebook,
Filled with every embarrassing line.
Front and back these pages are torn.
These days I just take my time.
Crafting every line,
These chords ring then die.
Singing about the day-to-day.
And loved ones gone away.
As I let them go, I don’t know me anymore.
… let ‘em go.
I’ve been wrestling, so damn long, through all these changes.
The melodies only come to me when my heart’s broken and wasted.
Recycled lines and a new capo placement.
It doesn’t matter anyway, you can’t hear my voice coming through the P.A.
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2. |
Bridge Street
02:01
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I used to sing off rooftops to you,
After your shift at the bar.
With these six-strings, I knew,
A sad melody would win your heart.
Underneath those stars,
Heart on my sleeve,
Your eyes staring back at me.
Your eyes see right through me.
After that rooftop kiss,
We made our way to the streets.
With your arms in my arms,
I never felt so complete.
We talked, We laughed.
When things got heavy
I reached out for your hand.
All I wanted was to be your man.
And those memories like these melodies,
That you can’t quite shake.
Falling out of time, rhyming all my lines,
As I set my heart to break.
Oh Darling, here it is.
It’s all of yours to take.
And all of yours to break.
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3. |
Stumbling Alone
02:34
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Picking you back up off the floor for the seventh time this week,
can't meet you again for "just one more" few too many drinks.
Because I know how this one's going to end,
you say it will be different then it happens again...
So I say I can't do this anymore,
scrape you off the pavement like I've always done before.
And I say hey, this time I gotta let you go,
can't hold your hand again tonite,
you're stumbling back home alone.
Pounding on your housemate's door asking do you know this guy?
I found him in the quarter looking like he was gonna die.
Again I know how this one's going to end,
crumpled useless on the floor, "I thought you were my friend"
So I say I can't do this anymore,
scrape you off the pavement like I've always done before.
And I say hey, this time I gotta let you go,
can't hold your hand again tonite,
you're stumbling back home alone.
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4. |
Sarah Wells
03:33
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Lately, I’ve been thinking about the times we used to share.
We’d throw one back at the Trailhouse, you know I’d I always meet you there.
Deep in conversation and not ready to go home.
We’d take a left down Pischke and turn up the stereo!
Singing songs that we used to know.
These days, these nights now, I’m stuck in mountain time.
A mile high, a different drive, gutter-sits for talks all nights.
You’ve got your family. I’ve got these Denver streets.
Do you still remember me and those summer nights?
Singing songs that we used to know?
Down Pischke Road?
In the back seats
of our broke down cars,
vacant parking lots
under New York stars.
I don’t feel at home,
Here is just where I sleep.
I’ll book a trip back east,
I know a place where we can meet.
If it’s still there, off Sarah Wells,
hold a spot at the bar from me.
“Trailhouse Cemetery”
We’ll sing the songs that we used to know...
Down Pischke Road.
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5. |
Logan Street
02:59
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You know I wasn’t prepared to pack up all my things.
Split up all our stuff and leave.
But I shoved it all into bags and shitty old boxes.
Soon they’ll occupy the space, in this one bedroom apartment.
Right now, I’m thinking of things, like those promises you wrote to me.
As I sit here searching my finger, for the ring that bound you to me.
I can’t do anything about these memories.
Everything in this goddamn city, reminds me.
Should I just hold my breath?
Or take another drag from this cigarette?
Some nights, I just can’t hold it together.
When everything, reminds me...
… of how I miss you.
And how some nights I wish I could hold you.
These nights, I just can’t hold it together.
When everything reminds me of you.
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New Mexico
02:26
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Alone tonight,
driving down I-40 under desert skies.
Tail-lights, blinding head-lights, masking highway lines.
I’m searching for a melody, but this car’s presets are failing me.
I need a sound, something loud.
Anything to drown the memory.
Messages marked as read.
My replies left unsent.
Excuses hang like nooses around my neck, regret.
I’m doing the best I can.
I scream out loud, “These wasn’t the fucking plan,”
She was always dealt those shitty hands.
With a shitty smirk and these lying eyes, I hide.
So they don’t know, that I’m choking on all these notes.
I hate New Mexico.
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7. |
r/AskReddit
03:28
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I can’t breathe, the air is so thin up here.
I can’t see, through all the hell of this past year.
When it all fell apart and you broke my heart,
You kept the house and left me the car.
It hasn’t been easy for me.
I’m a trainwreck of man, doing all I can.
I wake every morning even though I don’t know who I am.
It all fell apart and you broke my heart.
You pawned your ring and gave back the cards,
That I wrote when, back when I knew you.
And you’ve got yourself a new haircut,
Found someone to pick you up when you’re falling.
Oh, My Darling.
When you’re out running around town with your new man.
[Know] I’m not wasted in some dive bar,
Dropping tears into this rocks glass.
You know right now,
My heart is breaking.
The pain is killing me.
You know it’s true.
My world is crumbling.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.
Go ahead and type it out and I’ll write it down…
In these old notebooks you’ll never see.
With a microphone on this dirty stage
The story of us is a tragedy.
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8. |
36th & Williams
04:18
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I’m so tired of pretending that I’m okay.
Like my heart’s not broken and I’m not breaking down.
I’m so sick of reminiscing about those old days.
Walking hand-in-hand with the prettiest girl in town.
So alone I sit here thinking on this barstool.
“Am I really the man you think I am?”
Well, I guess I’ll prove you right. It doesn’t matter where I sleep tonight.
One more round and I’m stumblin’ out alone.
And they say, “With a little time those memories will fade.”
As I lay awake, I can’t let go of the girl who gave me back my name.
At 36th & Williams Street,
Is where it all came crashing down on me.
A thousand square feet and a yard,
It was supposed to get us far.
And they say, “With a little time those memories will fade.”
As I lay awake, I can’t let go of the girl who gave me back my name.
“Oh, Girl. I’ll be in trouble if you left me now.
I don’t know where to look for love, I just don’t how”
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9. |
I'm No Casanova, Baby.
03:15
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Rummaging through my old things,
Staring into picture frames of you and me.
Thinking back to a time,
When you were my everything.
Over and over, text messages read.
Gone through and through, all the letters sent.
I’m still aching…
And broken from this mess.
I’ve got a new bed that I never lay in.
I’ve got these fake hardwood floors,
To rest my head.
All the records that will never get played.
This needle won’t touch the grooves,
Where our memories lay,
It still hurts to hear them today.
Tucked away in a makeshift tomb,
Reminders of me and you.
Here our memories lay,
They’re buried away.
I’ve got a new bed that I never lay in.
I’ve got these fake hardwood floors,
Where I rest my head…
And think back to a time when I called you mine.
You were my everything.
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