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(Let it come down, let it fly, let it reach out into this shadow of mine. Let it feed that aching in my soul, let it come down and never let me go.)
When I was just a boy, my mother took my hand and she said, “Fear is gonna take you down some days. There are times you just can't fight it, and that's no excuse to hide yourself away.”
Well, I carried those words with me through the darkest nights. When the shadows all closed in – claws and teeth aligned – I was shaking in my sheepskin, I could feel that terror seep into my spine.
So I cried out, but I had lived alone for far too long, and only the silence heard my song. And all my love, it echoes on.
Can anybody hear me, should I scream a little louder? Does it need to be contagious so you don't forget me after all the symphonies have started, pulling us in new directions? When your focus is diverted and I long for your attention?
Cause we're all made from broken pieces, every one of us unique. We never had to learn to fall apart, it's built into the seams. And there will always be those spaces when our fragile edges meet, but you still make me feel a little more complete.
So don't be frightened of the future, full of possibility. Life is just on the horizon, come on, say you'll go with me. I need a way to break the silence, and your name upon my lips feels like a melody.
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God damn, it's the overture,
Clicking it's way from my heart, my lungs, it hurts.
Writing letters to my tongue, my head.
Telling them things better left, they're left unsaid.
Filling up like a wishing well,
Well, wish me well, I'm on my way to hell.
Picking daisies for the saints and men.
Hanging their heads for the shit they did back then.
"All right, last call. Drop your keys off at the door."
Set in stone, yeah, it's set in sin,
But you can forgive me if I give in.
At the door, yeah, we want more,
Or we will storm these gates.
You can't keep her there for long.
So hold steady, here comes the drums,
To find our hearts and break us down to one.
And when we're buried, if it helps you through,
I'll grow roots, and I'll steal the sun for you.
If heaven wants you, they can dig for weeks.
They'll find our bodies wrapped tightly in your sheets;
A little one trapped inside your ribs.
And if they want us now, they'll have to take us all.
"All right, last call. Drop your keys off at the door."
Set in stone, yeah, it's set in sin,
But you can forgive me if I give in.
At the door, yeah, we want more,
Or we will storm these gates.
You can't keep her there for long.
Set in stone, yeah, it's set in sin,
But you can forgive me if I give in.
At the door, yeah, we want more,
Or we will storm these gates.
You can't keep her there for long.
You can't keep her there for long.
You can't keep her there for long.
You can't keep her there for long.
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i got a picture in my bedroom drawer
and i take it out just once a year
to prove to you i was alive before
i've got a flask inside my pocket
and i'll drink it if i want to
i don't need a hand to make me feel secure
but it's all right, i'm not asking for no faith
just leave me alone, i'll try and do the same
yeah, it's all right, i just like the way you look at me
and god help me if i can't make that change
i've got this song i've sung like fifty times
but i keep slurring every other line
i say that's what keeps me honest when i write
i've got your number in my mobile phone
i don't call you up, i keep you close
for when i drink too much or sober up
but it's all right, i'm not asking for no faith
just leave me alone, i'll try and do the same
yeah, it's all right, i just like the way you keep me up
and god help me if i can't make that change
your lips are a tragedy
a genocide in a cacophony
of a sound that's not quite pure
played by a sad singer in an old hotel
at the piano bench of the ball room bar
it's the only tune he knows
now he awkwardly tries to hit the key
the scent of stale perfume and cheap whiskey
well the sound begins to blur
into a small mistake, it was a small mistake
just a small mistake, that turned a small mistake
into a large mistake, into a catastrophe
and it's all right, i'm not asking for no faith
just leave me alone, i'll try and do the same
yeah it's all right, i just hate the way you look at me
and sorry kid but that ain't ever gonna change
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John Thomy - New Years
04:31
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Glowing embers from this heart attack of flames
never felt as good as this hall of fame of names.
Where do I go from here? There's no one that I know around me
except for TV sets and broken matches struck on the pavement.
Every now and then I contemplate the days waited.
I cannot help but think that they're overrated.
Now you want it all.
Now you want it all.
Suppressive mind state never hesitates.
Watching the walls fall in.
The only thing that makes sense are these clouds breaking over fields.
The never ending stain of rain.
Every now and then I contemplate the days waited.
I cannot help but think that they're overrated.
Now you want it all.
Now you want it all.
I take too long to do anything right.
I'm always wrong, fearing doubt on the inside.
I just want you to be proud of my life.
The friends and the people I've met in the meantime
are all catching on to the music I make.
I try to explain that it's just give and take.
and then they refrain, "you're selfish and fake
how could we believe you?"
I guess they paid for that mistake.
"Well who are you and what have you done with John?"
I'm just afraid. Not anyone needed me.
"You give and take! Turn love to hate!"
I never owed you anything.
"Look what you've done! Look what you've done!"
I didn't think it was possible.
"Your hands are red! Your hands are red! There's no way you can wash them off!"
Now I've got big shots and chances
and lost romances gone awry.
And I am caught wondering
if I will take them or just let them pass me by.
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I am caught in the company of ghosts
Lonesome souls repeating history
Don't they know it now as well as I
That old habits don't die easy
I have loved her a long long time
For many winters it's been growing
But she conductor of a shifting whining wind
Me a feather at the mercy of its blowing
But it grows tiring playing anchor
The steady rock on which you stand
A careful line to keep you tethered
When I want to be the sails
No I don't want to be your anchor
I'd much rather be the wind
Blow around across the open ocean
And never come back here again
I am caught in the company of ghosts
A lonesome soul repeating history
No one knows it now as well as I
That old habits don't die easy
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The world's an ocean and I was blessed with lungs. I'll stay afloat even though I've become undone. If there were land I would do my best to run underneath the sun, below the drying sun. I'm slowly sinking and I'm left with no air. The pressure's building with a pain that I just can't bear. To drown in the sea is a wish I'll refuse to share. Oh, I wouldn't dare, but i"m well aware.
When the gap between what is heard and what's yet to be seen. When the gap between who I am and what I should want to be. When the gap between mild love and feeling lonely makes me think about the way I'm changing, and the end result of what will become of me, only then will I accept this entirely.
The sky is dark with my emotions on display. I've set my body in the water where I'll plea and pray there's something more than to be swallowed by the waves. There's nothing more I want, but nothing more I crave. I'm pining for a place where I could die alone and fantasies were to be swept by the undertow, or maybe plummet 20,000 leagues below, where there's room to grow, but I've always known.
When the gap between modern age and ancient prophecies. When the gap between what is real and what is more like a dream. When the gap between letting go and constant dwelling makes me hope that I will soon be underground and to feel as if I was more lost than found only then will I have turned myself back around.
When the gap between determines when the sun will rise and begin to bring a death to a flood this size. Only then will I have the faith that only one creates. Oh I, myself have the strength to realize.
When the gap between what I want and what I truly need. When the gap between what I think and what I start to believe. When the gap between losing hope and reaching glory makes me yearn to end this current downpour, and the need to return where I've been before. Only then will I have ever wished for more.
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i'm thinking of the things that i should do
to fix the holes within my soul so no one can see through
i'll make believe that i am what you see
and that no matter where i am, "here"'s where i should be
for one more night i'm still around
i won't worry about the why or how
because there's nothing that can bring me down
regardless of where i am right now
so with fingers crossed and both thumbs up
i know that i will be alright
and that a happy thought and bit of luck
will make the best out of this night
i'll be alright
i'm thinking of the things to say to you
to summarize these endless thoughts about what i should do
it's so much harder now that you are here
and from my open mouth, nothing comes out, exposing all my fears
but for one more night i'm still around
i won't worry about the why or how
because there's nothing that can bring me down
regardless of where i am right now
so with fingers crossed and both thumbs up
i know that i will be alright
and that a happy thought and bit of luck
will make the best out of this night
i'll be alright
i'm thinking of the things that are the truth
to give me something to hold onto when all else is cut loose
and that's enough to keep me on my feet
the simple thought of me and you means everything to me
for one more night i'm still around
i won't worry about the why or how
because there's nothing that can bring me down
regardless of where i am right now
so with fingers crossed and both thumbs up
i know that i will be alright
and that a happy thought and bit of luck
will make the best out of this night
i'll be alright
for one more night i'm still around
i won't worry about the why or how
because there's nothing that can bring me down
regardless of where i am right now
for one more night i'm still around
i won't worry about the why or how
because there's nothing that can bring me down
regardless of where i am right now
so with fingers crossed and both thumbs up
i know that i will be alright
and that a happy thought and bit of luck
will make the best out of this night
i'll be alright
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She's like Venice
Beautiful and going under
And I can wait around
To drown
She's like Paris
City of Light me up
Like a cigarette
And Eiffel down
And you tower over
She never wants to settle down
She is everywhere I want to be
For now
She's like London
Queen of the rain
Queen of the sea
The sun never sets on her
Pretty face, let's face it
She's like New York
She never lets me sleep
And as I walk her city streets
Her buildings breathe, and traffic speaks
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I line the trinkets on the table in a row
Could this thread and wire save me?
Whisper fears, tuck them underneath your pillow
Will you be gone, will they be gone by the morning?
Do you only take one worry? Or can I fill you up with dread?
Would it be selfish of me to be relieved of the monsters in my head
While you wear my scars, cry my tears, crush your tiny, woven heart?
But what takes it all away from you? Do you fray and fall apart?
I'm carrying too much, I feel a shaking in my knees
I'd kill to trade these thoughts for just a little sleep
But somehow, they still find a way to seep into my dreams
When it's finally all too much, I'll hold you in my hands and scream
I'm scared I will sink into this sand
I'm scared I will never hold his hand
And I'm terrified at twenty-two
My world's forever tinted blue
Will the sparks and sounds inside my head
Be lost to math and medicine?
How could I fall so far behind?
Are these memories worth the wasted time?
These ropes are frayed beyond repair
How will I break the news that I don't care?
Will I ever have a say?
Will it ever be okay?
For now I'll hold you in my pocket
Keep you safe while I still can
But I know someday, I'll give in
And I hope you'll understand
When you wear my scars, cry my tears
Crush your tiny, woven heart
What takes it all away from you?
Do you fray and fall apart?
What takes it all away from you?
Do you fray and fall apart?
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Matt Chylak - Back to Me
03:28
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Well, you've got the flow and I've got the motion.
Let's get together and walk to the ocean.
Sandal heels click, and I don't have much to say.
'Cause I spend too much time in the 215,
I've been up, down, all around, and side to side,
But I've never met someone who smells like
A warm beach in the summertime,
And I'm running out of lines, and I'm running out of time.
It's just me.
This is where I want to be, what I want to know.
It's what I need. I'm saying, "Baby, come back to me.
Tell me I'm your world, and tell me you're my girl."
It's what I need. I'm saying, "Baby, come back to me."
Well, you've got a glow and I've got emotion.
Let's get together and start a commotion.
As sunshine days seem to flirt away,
We're driving top-down on the Interstate.
And everybody wants somebody they can hold on to,
A new tattoo of something of value,
And I won't let it slip, just set me adrift,
And I'll meet you again at the end of my shift.
'Cause I've got time and you've got the struggle,
I've got rhyme and you've got the rumble,
And I don't wanna stumble, but I won't let it bother me.
I'll just wait until you come around to see
How much damage you can do to me,
Apologize at three in the morning.
It's just me.
This is where I want to be, what I want to know.
It's what I need. I'm saying, "Baby, come back to me.
Tell me I'm your world, and tell me you're my girl."
It's what I need. I'm saying, "Baby, come back to me."
You said you had too much time on your hands,
So you dropped me off where the sidewalk ends.
Well, maybe it's just like that song,
And how you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.
Well, babe, I might be wrong,
But I keep hoping that you'll say
"Baby, this is where I want to be, what I want to know.
It's what I need." I'm saying, "Baby, come back to me.
Tell me I'm your world, and tell me you're my girl."
It's what I need. I'm saying, "Baby, come back to me."
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Planes take away more than my body
If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where home is
I lost my soul over the seas
And if you ever find it, bring it back to me
I’m bleeding now, words that you told me
I can’t shut out the ghost of your memory
I lost myself; please can you find me cuz I’m not going home tonight
Cause I fought every battle on my own
So I don’t need to stay if I’m alone anyways
And if the world divided, then would you call my name?
Then would I cross your mind?
The stars in the sky, up above will collide when we die
And the earth, underneath will be far when we meet
(I’ve never seen the sun so clear and bright, and at the same time know it’s the middle of the night I guess that’s how I’ve always been, mistaking compliments for the burn marks on my skin)
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Showing off our freedom to those
trapped in unintended patience and mistletoes,
we're on the run now.
Foreign countries strike the sight
reaching out while leaving behind.
The Golden Age becomes a minor matter.
Tough break, breeding pestilence,
hands are shaking to the sound of deliverance.
We won't leave your friends alone,
no, we won't leave.
Building it up to the fences
and against the winds,
to carry us across the oceans,
break through the walls now!
every minute, every mile,
the execution of the trial,
we'll live to rue this eventually.
Tough break, breeding pestilence,
hands are shaking to the sound of deliverance.
We won't leave your friends alone,
no, we won't leave.
Can't stand the thought of being a disease
and pleasurable running over refugees,
a sacrifice between the galleries of joy.
Tough break, at first glance,
hands are shaking to the sound of deliverance.
We won't leave your friends alone,
no, we won't leave.
Tough break, breeding pestilence,
hands are shaking to the sound of deliverance.
We won't leave your friends alone,
no, we won't leave.
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We’re all dying in our sleep in favor of our peaceful dreams. For bandages and broken glass and wolves in white elephant masks. You’re too good for a fake like me so I’m milking heart attacks with chipped plastic teeth.
I’m an overdosed shroud eater; a mute set, a broken trap while you’re curled up in another’s lap. Oh, can’t you hear the ghosts hiding in our walls?
There’s a hell, it’s in the threads we cut. Blame it on karma, or call it bad luck. I don’t want your love, but I swear to god this hurts like fuck. I don’t want to call, I don’t want to write; I just want to get some sleep tonight.
And if there is a god, what will he do with all these failing organs of mine? Will he stretch them out and make a better night sky? Or feed them by the handful to the birds. What can he do?
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where are you now?
you disappeared into the crowd,
where being unique is never allowed
so now that you're gone,
i guess i'll just say so long
you'll be brainwashed to hate me from now on.
take me away from here
we can't get away...
this is how the world looks when we close our eyes
everybody's hiding behind the same disguise
where are we now?
i feel like we've gone back in time,
when hating different people was not a crime
but no, this is today
why does closed mindedness still exist?
everyone gets in everyone's business
this is how the world looks when we close our eyes
everybody's hiding behind the same disguise
just pull off the mask and stop living a lie
you're no better than i
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