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Sleep It Off
03:17
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You consumed enough to float your sinking head,
Submerged and rested, woke up thinking we were dead.
That’s not how it works, you don’t cause tragedy,
I fabricate the worst of fates and look at me,
(I’m)
Sleeping in shopping malls, wake me if I scream out about to fall
All my dreams are fucked up or wonderful,
if not for you, I’d never sleep at all. So sleep it off, wonderful.
It’s evident, not evidenc, we stir and shake
‘Cause vast improvements rapid movements seldom make,
(We’re)
Sleeping in shopping malls, wake me if I scream out about to fall
All my dreams are fucked up or wonderful,
If not for you, I’d never sleep it all. So sleep it off, wonderful.
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2. |
Perennialism
04:26
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If we grew in a garden, we would wither on vine,
working harder to harden, soft and rotten our rind.
They don’t make us like they used to,
they don’t build us to last,
apathetic genetics, turning over too fast.
From heart to head, vessels washing nerves,
To help remember if memory serves.
Every pain is a heart attack, every headache a stroke,
we should practice procedure should one of us choke,
From heart to head, vessels washing nerves,
To help remember if memory serves.
Don’t want to wake anyone, don’t wanna wake anyone,
But I cannot discern, my bruises from my burns,
Don’t wanna wake anyone. Don’t want to wake anyone,
But I cannot discern, my bruises from my burns.
If we grew in a garden, feeding child and wife.
Working harder to harden, this perennial life.
From heart to head, vessels washing nerves,
To help remember if memory serves.
Don’t want to wake anyone, don’t wanna wake anyone,
But I cannot discern, my bruises from my burns,
Don’t wanna wake anyone. (I’m gonna break every one of my bones)
‘Cause I cannot discern, my bruises from my burns.
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He needed beating like a weary old heart just to get him started,
And every evening just before it gets dark, he will practice target,
It’s only lonely at the end of all of everything,
Till then there’s plenty just to keep you from remembering.
So phone your relatives and tell ‘em you’ll be back sometime next fall,
But time is relative, it’s likely you’ll return just before your phone call.
It’s only lonely at the end of all of everything,
Till then there’s plenty just to keep you from remembering.
Loose lips can’t sink his ship, just British girls on unplanned trips,
And you know…he can’t go back home…
It’s only lonely at the end of all of everything,
Till then there’s plenty just to keep you from remembering.
It’s only lonely at the end of all of everything,
Till then there’s plenty just to keep you from remembering.
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4. |
Seventy Seven
03:18
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s it what you want? Is it what you need?
Trying not to taunt, all the mouths you feed.
Well…
You get his love it’s a beast with a burden,
gives you the wheel only if he still turns it,
Took what you had to without ever stealing,
Can’t say I won’t ‘cause I don’t know the feeling.
If it’s what you want. And it’s what you need.
Takes a lot to flaunt, never earnestly.
Well…
It’s not a handout to take his hand with you,
Above the wrist through the muscle and tissue,
Display it next to your trophies and placards,
To count your cards and to tally up factors.
It’ll be fine if you just calm down. We wouldn’t want to make a scene.
Merit is only earned if given out. So take it from all the men like me.
It’s a sky to salt. It’s a cloud to seed.
When it’s what you want, and it’s what you need.
Well…
It’s not a handout to take his hand with you,
Above the wrist through the muscle and tissue,
Display it next to your trophies and placards,
To count your cards and to tally up factors.
You get his love it’s a beast with a burden,
gives you the wheel only if he still turns it,
Took what you had to without ever stealing,
Can’t say I won’t ‘cause I don’t know the feeling.
Is it what you want? Is it what you need?
If it’s what she wants, give her what she needs.
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Interstates
03:17
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The territory’s eastern edge reached out, like open arms.
We’ll fire like a cannonball across the golden leavened farms.
You’re migratory, easy on the eyes, a starling’s plume,
Iridescent as the day we met, the sun reflected from the moon.
And it’s okay, ‘cause the life we save, makes it alright if we go west.
And it’s alright, I can drive us through the night, to avoid flight, and still get west.
Blue mountains never so small as when, they’re on your shelf.
Where we’re going you could swallow whole the ridges of a commonwealth
California burned a thousand times or more across your face,
Even ashes want a fighting chance to settle in a better place.
And it’s okay, ‘cause the life we save, makes it alright if we go west.
And it’s alright, I can drive us through the night, to avoid flight, and still get west.
I’ve a notion you’re an ocean wishing you’d been born the sky.
I never thought we’d ever seen this side of that July.
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Shelf Life
03:34
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What’s good for goose and gander, loaded rifle rolling boil.
Felt tip marks, when a meal starts. Nothing ever spoils.
They won’t get to call the shots next time, I would stake reputation.
They won’t get to call the shots next time.
How it all bent, till it all broke, I won’t venture a guess.
White hot whales leaving contrails across the great Northwest.
They don’t get to call the shots this time, it’s a small consolation.
They don’t get to call the shots this time.
Time slows and crawls when it’s ever present, left like a message.
Should I have opted for obsolescence … or a history lesson?
I don’t want to call the shots this time, this is my resignation.
‘Cause we don’t have to call the shots this time.
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Matthew C. Wirt Roanoke, Virginia
Hi, I'm Matt. I hope you like my songs, but it's okay if you don't
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