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Watching The Lightning
02:53
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I’ve got gin, and I’ve got time.
The dogs are barking up a storm.
My feet are sore up against this railing.
And I’m here.
And I’m watching the lightning.
Somebody’s honking in the alley,
and that couple, they never use their porch.
But the breeze turns cold,
turns to wild winds and I,
I'm here and I'm watching the lightning.
You know I said that thing last night.
And you didn't say it back.
I really hope you feel the same.
Until then, you know I hope you're watching the lightning.
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2. |
Then You Came Along
03:54
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It's been a while since I have seen the sun burn through
the cloudy haze.
Yes, I know defeat.
I face rejection time and time again.
It's not easy to get back up.
This year has hardened me.
Then, you came along.
My life has been a message in a bottle,
dumped in the drink,
o' and in time I'd sink,
but it's finally reached ashore.
I got used to looking out my window,
waiting for a love to take my breath away.
Then, you came along.
I used to wish hopelessly to the stars.
I always hoped that you were out there.
I’d stare at the moon and imagine who you are.
Then, you came along.
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Bastards
03:27
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Little sister, don’t you worry.
My dear friend, don’t you cry.
Nothing happens for a reason,
but the outcomes, we define.
It’s gonna hurt like seven hells,
more than you want to admit.
You don’t have to let it kill you.
The wherefores don’t mean shit.
Don’t let the bastards bring you down.
When they chew you up, you gotta make ‘em spit you out.
You might’ve hit the mat, but you’ve still got the count.
And though you’re under attack, you can redouble your redoubt.
Don’t let the bastards bring you down.
Little sister, don’t you worry.
My dear friend, don’t you cry.
It doesn’t matter that you fail,
but that you never fail to try.
Your leaves will blossom slowly,
and drift toward the lawn.
You will live and die a million times
before you are done.
Don’t let the bastards bring you down.
When they chew you up, you gotta make ‘em spit you out.
You might’ve hit the mat, but you’ve still got the count.
And though you’re under attack, you can redouble your redoubt.
Don’t let the bastards bring you down.
I’d like to say it goes away,
but I can’t lie to you.
If you work hard, it gets better,
but that’s the warmest truth.
So fuck the doubt that you may find,
from without and within.
You are more than how they fail you.
You are more than just your sins.
Don’t let the bastards bring you down.
When they chew you up, you gotta make ‘em spit you out.
You might’ve hit the mat, but you’ve still got the count.
And though you’re under attack, you can redouble your redoubt.
Don’t let the bastards bring you down.
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Turnspit Chicago, Illinois
thoughtful. melodic. midwestern. punk.
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