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I’ve been singing blues since
My momma was a baby,
And I’ve been singing ‘bout all my
Coulda woulda maybes
I turned a girlfriend to an ex.
On my birthday,
“I guess I’ll see you later”
Are the last words she would say
I told my friends that she just
Didn’t want to stay,
But God and I both know it
Didn’t happen that way
I felt my mind rev as if
Full throttle,
She took all her booze
But left one bottle
I paved the road to Hell
With good intensions,
Now all my past connections are
Covered in tensions
I look at pictures of her
And him and wish that’s me,
But damn it all I know I’m just
A mediocre Gatsby
Second guess myself and
Wonder how it could have turned out,
But after striking matches
I found that I got burned out
I had a chance once
But I didn’t use it,
I’d try to get it back
But you know she would refuse it
So now I’m stuck with my
Coulda woulda maybe
Stick them in a coffin and
Next to them lay me.
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2. |
Too Tired
02:08
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"Sunday morning,
peel my eyes open
To my surprise my
pillow’s half-wet hoping,
That last night’s nightmares
don’t come true
but I’m waking up
and I don’t see you
What to say
What to do?
We had this plan but
You’re not coming through
Whatever,
I’ll make the best with whatever
Clever rhymes and bring
cool chords together
Together,
Shit, don’t remind me
Mind the time, see
It hasn’t left behind me
Look at the time piece
Look at that dime piece
Look at that “damn I really need to
Make that my piece”
Bye bye flirty miss
I know you listen
Cause you prey on words,
Journalist
So tune your ear
The channel is here
Frequently the frequency is me
But freak you see
The sequence was she then me
First to leave was she,
Then me
Goodbye screw you
Adios ciao
I hope I find a way to
Forgive you somehow
But probably not
There’s this grudge rising
Now you’re single
And now you’re advertising
All these love songs
I hear them chasing me
Trying not to notice
Trying to erase her, see?
Don’t think about ___
Just drink it out
Naw, screw the bottle
It won’t fix this drought
Conscious wins
Subconscious sins
When clarity turns on,
It begins
Sunday morning
I’m thinking too deep
So what can I do
But just go back to sleep."
Original 09-27-13
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3. |
Tom's Diner
02:58
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4. |
Amplify the Good
03:06
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"I walk hollow,
I’m a shell of a man
And what follows is hopefully
A hell of a man
Sad stories are the only ones
I have to tell
Thinking ‘bout the pearly gates
While looking up from Hell
Wait, wait, hold up who’s she?
Shit’s not so bad
After all see?
Now I’m feeling more
Optimistic
Whenever she walks by
I promise I won’t miss it
Come to think about it
I could do a lot worse
I got ten new digits -
That broke my curse
Spell, lifted
Mentality shifted
Now I got the good good
And I’m feeling gifted
I’m walking at a different pace
I’m waking up
With a different face
I’m feeling warm like a cat
In clothes fresh out
The dryer, never felt so good,
Never been higher
*Pull your head up
Don’t look so blue,
Mystery girl could be
Watching you,
*If you think you’ve
Got it rough,
Perspective is everything
Just amplify the good
Miss mystery let’s make
History,
Or maybe just get coffee,
Couple dates and see
If we match
Like, compatible
And if I notice competition
I might get combatable
‘Cause when I see those eyes,
I know I’m on the right track,
I see those eyes,
And I’m making contact
There’s a change in
The atmosphere
Let the rain fall down
Cause I know that smile can clear-
-Up cloudy skies
Clear up confusion
Clear up the troubles that
I used to be fused in
Don’t worry be happy
The Guru Mcferrin would be
Proud looking at me
But I’m starting to feel better
Thank God for her and the weather
Amplify the good and maybe I will get her to
Think about us together
*Pull your head up
Don’t look so blue,
Mystery girl could be
Watching you,
*If you think you’ve
Got it rough,
Perspective is everything
Just amplify the good"
Original (10-4-13)
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5. |
Maputo (Instrumental)
02:09
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6. |
Ghost In The Machine
03:14
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I sit for hours
On a scuffed up wooden floor,
Trace old movements in the scars
These walls once showed their veins
In a candy apple red,
But now they hide
As if ashamed
*This house has seen better days
*Illustrated through bluish grey’s,
*The ghost in the machine
*Has nothing left to say...
These idle hands want
To cut these demons out
My chest
Does this knife know best?
No, but maybe these hands do
I know these shadows
Like the Allegory of the Cave
So what then really do I know?
This house of Usher
Has fallen to its knees
And it smells the breeze
And does it believe (in)
Scattered ashes
These novel colors
Shown to walls but they refuse
(They won’t pull down their sleeves)
To hide their old tattoos
*This house has seen better days
*Illustrated through bluish grey’s,
*The ghost in the machine
*Has nothing left to say...
Streets grew and changed
Their name, since the
Last time I’ve been home
I’ve been in Rome
Doing as the Romans do
But I forgot how I used to
Walk through my old school
Where I thought I used to be the shit
But the memories quit
Making up false recalls
Jack Vetriano hangs above
My ivory
-Welcome back your home is me
-Says the ghost the machine
I’ve sat for hours
But now it’s time to go
There’s a last time you close each door
But I still have my map
Of the scuffed up floor
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I’ve been singing blues since
My momma was a baby,
And I’ve been singing ‘bout all my
Coulda woulda maybes
I turned a girlfriend to an ex.
On my birthday,
“I guess I’ll see you later”
Are the last words she would say
I told my friends that she just
Didn’t want to stay,
But God and I both know it
Didn’t happen that way
I felt my mind rev as if
Full throttle,
She took all her booze
But left one bottle
I paved the road to Hell
With good intensions,
Now all my past connections are
Covered in tensions
I look at pictures of her
And him and wish that’s me,
But damn it all I know I’m just
A mediocre Gatsby
Second guess myself and
Wonder how it could have turned out,
But after striking matches
I found that I got burned out
I had a chance once
But I didn’t use it,
I’d try to get it back
But you know she would refuse it
So now I’m stuck with my
Coulda woulda maybe
Stick them in a coffin and
Next to them lay me.
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8. |
Many Rivers To Cross
03:59
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10. |
I Miss My Best Friend
04:18
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"Hey bro,
What’s goin’ on?
I got some new wheels
I’m writing a new song
Let me bounce off you
some trippy lyrics
Man you gotta hear it
This stuff’s gonna make the kids
Fear it
Hold up my throat I gotta clear it
Before I get real and deal it
I know you feel it
What you working on?
Oh these pics are sick
You got the gift man yeah
Sleeves full of tricks
Well, you got your bags packed?
I see you got the backpack
And the knapsack
We’re gonna attack the woods,
Hiking like some dude-shit
The mountains are our hoods
Good times, jumping over
Waterfalls, always wondering
“what if we fall?”
But, that’s not the best
That we’ve done
Yeah we’ve had some fun
Getting pretty fucking dumb
Times of our lives
Remember when we bought knives?
Took them to river
Got cut, you bled and shivered
You used your sock,
If I remember right
Wrapped up your wound
And soon-enough it wasn’t white
You lived on the
Other side of town
But I had a skateboard
And I was down
I’d pop curbs
And revert away
Bomb hills like a hesher
And still to see you every day
Like Lupe said we kick push
Kick push kick push
And away we go
That’s our daily show
And you put up with
My girlfriends,
If you didn’t,
Well then thanks for the pretends
They seemed to like you
more than me anyway
And you could have
Probably snatched one up
Any day
But you’re my homie
I never had to worry
Never had any lines
That got blurry
We shared houses,
Shared stories
Shared times of
Almost every category
Jesus man, your dad was
My baseball coach
And your mom took with me
Motherly approach
I walked in your door
And I was at my second home
And never had to do
Like I was in Rome
Screw it,
I’ll get sentimental
You’re the only one that could
Understand my mental
I’ve broken down if front
Of you,
You’re one of the only people I can
Say that to
But we had part ways
I’ll never forget that day
All I could say, was
“All right Chris,
I’ll see you later,
I’m off to college
Remember times that were greater”
We slapped daps
And I drove off crying
Maybe that was weak
But I felt like I was dying
At least I see you now and then
Visits are a trend
But damn I miss my best friend."
-Original 10/11/13
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