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Another little drop of poison if you care
Don’t lie to me
Cemetery rays of sunshine in your hair
Don’t lie to me
Soda cans and chip bags and loose leaf paper
The holy ghost steps in time
Take my hand and hold it across the razor
The circle shares you and I
Another little drop of poison if you care hmmm
Don’t lie to me
February don’t expect me to be there mmmm
It’s so hard for me
Camera lens focus and bad behavior
The sentiment burns my eyes
Take my hand and hold it across the razor
The circle shares you and I
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You can die when you’re young full of piss, booze and fire
You can die without nothing to prove it
You can die with your whole crew just watching you drown
While the ambulances roam in the street here in the city tonight
You can die like a sunset or die like a flame
You can die with your sense of improvement
You can die with the evidence locked in a vault
Without anybody having the key here in the city tonight
You can die like a hummingbird die like a phone
You can die just like everything living
You can die like the hostages trapped underground
Without anybody setting them free here in the city tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You’re not a star not a scrap of dust, wish or a stone
You’re not a dream not a poem not a word or alone
You can die when your horse sees a snake in the grass
You can die looking straight in the mirror
You can die when blood clot escapes from your lungs
You can die like you’re a hundred and three here in the city tonight
You can die with a hangover die in the clouds
You can die with a stone in your kidneys
You can die without anyone calling you mom
You can die falling out of a tree here in the city tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You can die you can die you can die here tonight
You’re not a line or a book or a sin or a song
You’re not a lie not a proof not a ghost all along
You can die paying taxes or die throwing stones
You can die without training replacements
You can die with your hands full of dog shit and bones
While the pitbulls go to town in the streets here in the city tonight
You can die without anything die on a throne
You can die with a case of the mondays
You can die without knowing you were not alone
You can die snuggled under your sheets here in the city tonight
Somebody help me somebody help me somebody help me
Wanna go back home
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My beautiful bride
there's only lightning in your skull
And your eyes are open wide
While the ocean made me dull
Almost everything about you
Is a balm against my pain
While we’re stuck here without shelter
From the sun or from the rain
Clung together like two snakes in the grass
While the salt air hurts my lungs
The raft waits here to be broken
While I taste you on my tongue
Two weeks to find ourselves alive
The ocean doesn’t care
Your hand it grazed along my spine
And through my sun bleached hair
the seagulls gather around the sky
And squawk and bray til dawn
And glowing fish invade the night
But don’t stay very long
I cannot find the words this time
That drive away despair
But only complicated rhymes
That desecrate the air
But somehow through some magic crime
My words mix with your voice
And the harmony you make with mine
Cause angels to rejoice
And while the seafoam scrapes the tide
My head falls to your chest
And while your bones mix here with mine
The ocean does the rest
And through the years we’ve spread around
To shorelines far and wide
And like that ocean we have found
Our love so unified
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You, you got what I want
03:31
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G#_____/C#_______Gm GM7
You, you got what I want
FM________________________E /A#/F
It gets lonely in the middle of this life
Oh you, you got what I want
Someday I can say that you’re my wife
C#
Say that’ll you’ll always hold me
Cm________________C
And just try to understand
Someday’s you can slap and scold me
And I’ll try to be your man
Cause you you got what I want
When the world is darkness you're my light
Yes you, you got what I want
No one else can tell me it's alright
Nobody else can know me
A sliver of what you can
Nobody else controls me
With a motion of their hand
B7___________________E
But you are brighter than all the shooting stars
B7___________________E
You’re a homing light that burns out our eyes
Bm__________________BM___________E
Breaking all the rules and leaving us paralyzed
Bm_________________ BM___________E
We don’t know how to act you left hypnotized
Bm_________________BM
Breaking all the rules breaking all the rules now
G#
You, you got what I want
You’re the only one to take me on this ride
Oh you, you got what I want
You’re the only one I’ll keep next to my side
Somebody thinks they got what it takes
And somebody got it wrong
But everyone’s not you and I
You, you got what I want
It’s lonely in the middle of this life
Oh you, you got what I want
Someday I can say that you’re my wife
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I'm going outside soon
02:02
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I’m going out
I’m going outside
Ain’t nothing gonna stop me
Ain’t nothing in the world but this song tonight
I’m going out
My home may break apart
Ain’t nothing gonna stop me now
I’m going outside
Where the world don’t know
Just what I got planned tonight
I’m going out
I’m going outside
Ain’t no one gonna stop me now
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It’s always raining
It’s always late to start
It’s always talking about it
It’s always priced to high
It’s always dying slowly
It’s always slightly bent
It’s always better last year
It’s always wet
It’s always telling the truth
It’s always sliced too thin
It’s always writing in books
It’s always cold
It’s always looking at me
It’s always making faces
It’s always in the mood for
It’s always left outside
It’s always missing the point
It’s always light
It’s always come up short
It’s always pushing onward
It’s always 80’s night
It’s always taxing your food
It’s always mine to keep
It’s always lovely
It’s always taking chances
It’s always gone too far
It’s always in the middle
It’s always someone else
It’s always late for dinner
It’s always sentimental
It’s always raining
It’s always a youngman’s game
It’s always dressed too sharp
It’s always on the pogey
It’s always smiling
It’s always Holding the fort
It’s always built to last
It’s always missing features
It’s always a shame it’s over
It’s always laughing
It’s always pulling punches
It’s always been this way
It’s always cramped
It’s always next time around
It’s always currency
It’s always first world problems
It’s always who shot first?
It’s always lying about it
It’s always close to the bone
It’s always made in china
It’s always made in taiwan
It’s always something special
It’s always a bit off center
It’s always super deluxe
It’s always slowly dying
It’s always a bit too much
It’s always
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Vague Golden Hospices
03:38
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The golden age begins today
Poured out of a hotel ashtray
No these pieces don’t connect
Stolen makeup
Shoes untied
Stay at home it’s freezing outside
mmmmmhmmm
There’s a bucket of his stuff inside
No I don’t think it’s dead yet
Yellow hairbrush
Button eyes
Mind your language no one needs to cry
Dirty towels
Plastic knives
It’s still cold outside
Oh your pants are soaking wet
Eat your carrots
Dry your eyes
Heaven holds no place for those that lie
Broken window
Quiet sighs
It’s so cold outside
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I never asked to be alone
But I guess I just assumed
With all these american mothers
Feeding their ugly boys in their dark and empty rooms
Only white bread and popsicles
Pat their heads and sigh what’s a good boy to do?
Now we slip into our nighties
Cross ourselves, clasp our hands and pray
Think about all those dying kids in africa
Then we roll back the duvet
Just keep quiet and finger me
Don’t you wake the child I get up early in the day
It’s been three weeks since I had a little bit of action
Or we could quietly kill ourselves
leave the car in drive stuff the towels neath the door
But which of us has the time? Jimmy’s got his karate club
And Jenny’s got her dance class at four
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These arms that held me float in the air above
And while they drift around us I feel their endless love
There is a light between us inside this smoke filled space
And while it should have choked us it has the sweetest taste
This song we’re singing I knew no words before
But the notes pass through me like an open door
There is no floor below us but it feels so warm
Like a babies blanket held by a quiet storm
There’s so many lights
There’s so many lights
We maybe moving forward but it’s so hard to say
They’re no walls around us and it spreads out each way
Far down below us the greenest valley waits
Where the orchards blooming scent intoxicates us
And high above us a figure fills all space
And we long to touch it, it has our mother’s face
And though it smiles it’s eyes are always closed
And it’s arms contain us with our hearts exposed
There’s so many lights
There’s so many lights
And it’s a long way a long long way we go we go
And it’s a long way a long long way we go we go
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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.
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