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Put Down your Phone
03:47
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Baby I love you
and I know that you love me too
I know this because of the way you look at me
Make me smile with your own
Hold me and I won’t feel alone
Hold me till the day that you leave me on my own
Once in a while
Put down Your Phone
Baby you know that I’m with you
why should I feel alone
Though I throw you around
I always pick you back up
I see my reflection in you
you fill me up
Charge me when I get low
Dress me in all your favorite things
touch me right and I will sing
Once in a while
Put down Your Phone
Baby you know that I’m with you
why should I feel alone?
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2. |
Play, Play, Play
03:15
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Are you enjoying yourself?
Are you having a good time?
Play play play
It’s Impossible not to waste time
But how will you waste it a year down the line?
We are blessed and cursed with choice
In making a decision
we destroy the opposition
We are blessed and cursed with choice
In making a decision
We divide our bonds or build ourselves a prison
Are you destroying yourself?
Are you having a good time?
Play play play
It’s Impossible not to waste time
But how will you waste it a year down the line?
We are blessed and cursed with choice
In making a decision
we destroy the opposition
We are blessed and cursed with choice
In making a decision
We divide our bonds or build ourselves a prison
It’s Impossible not to waste time
But how will you waste it a year down the line?
It’s Impossible not to waste time
But how will you waste it, a year?
We are blessed and cursed with choice
In making a decision
We can’t avoid our predilection
We are blessed and cursed with choice
In making a decision
We divide our bonds or build ourselves
We divide our bonds or build ourselves
We divide our bonds or build ourselves a prison.
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3. |
Lost in all the Lines
02:21
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I am drowning in the pain of those I have ever desired
grief stricken in the back
so bleed through me and drink my wine so I can go resume my shower
and drink the poison with my eyes closed
I found a liquid to replace the shovel that should have been burying my demons
I found a place so seamless but I'm lost in all the lines
yes I'm lost in all the lines
See an iridescent sky a sun no body ever fathered
they did it so can I
Just wait for another year and we can finally show some progress
of moving all our there’s to here
I found a place so seamless but I'm lost in all the lines
yes I'm lost in all the lines
a wanderlust crazed man am I
the grass is aways greener on the other side
they did it so can I
Just wait for another year and we can finally show some progress
of moving all our there’s to here
So load me up and pack me in and right before you pull the trigger
Pull the poison with your eyes closed
yes drink the poison with your eyes closed
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4. |
Lord I'm Afraid
04:56
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Lord I’m Afraid
Im getting boring
trading trips cross country
for CMA reports
Can behave myself
Maintain a level of consciousness
Can I retain the self
within me that rages with confidence
I don’t know where the time goes
I don’t know
Maybe these days
are for the changing
And thats why the things that we do
will seem a little out of sorts
Can behave myself
Maintain a level of consciousness
Can I retain the self
within me that rages with confidence
I don’t know where the time goes
I don’t know
Some Mortals cry to their God
when confusion bears its stormy eyes
Some people turn to vices
to keep their evil at bay
well I'm not quite sure if I have
correctly conveyed the options
But oh god if their is a God
please save my soul If i I have
I Can’t convey
the thrill of exploring
But to get back on the road
I know I’ll have to steer clear from the courts
So I’ll behave myself
Maintain a level of consciousness
So I’ll retain the self
within me that rages with confidence
So I’ll retain the self
within me that rages with confidence
So I’ll retain the self
within me that rages with confidence
So I’ll retain the self
within me that rages with confidence
I don’t know where the time goes
I don’t know
Some Mortals cry to their God
Some people turn to vices
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5. |
Half Priced Smokes
02:44
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Half Priced Smokes man, what a joke
every time I take a toke the smoke still makes me choke
so why should I if it’s just gonna make me broke man?
Cool kids keep them in their pockets till
they collude to light their cool kills in the cold
and cough an awful lot as they do so
but sometimes I just can’t control myself…
I let my buglers play on top of the roof TOPS
screaming like banshees
“I’M STILL FREEZING”
I still say that it’s a dirty habit
but I have to have it when I get tipsy
I hear them call me
Much more often approaching my coffin I
Feel as guilty as Sarah McLachlan makes me feel
when she says on the tube “baby, keep it real”
Social pressure becomes sockal pleasure when
those propose a sinful endeavor that makes me smell
Like a southern bell raising hell in the middle of a coughing spell
but sometimes I just can’t control myself…
I let my buglers play on top of the roof TOPS
screaming like banshees
“I’M STILL FREEZING”
I still say that it’s a dirty habit
but I have to have it when I get tipsy
I hear them call me
At best you’ll look like James Dean
when you cough up blood i’ll hand you a hankie
while the neighbors are inside watching tv
you'll be outside smoking and freezing,
coughing and wheezing
smoking and freezing
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6. |
So Loud
03:57
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It seems like every day I find a new way to make my bed my grave
every drug it feels the same, from cocaine to the way that the world feels wrapped around my brain
round my brain
and the critics they all say that I'm this way because I am insane
and they came to refresh till I am the same as them
those boring and pathetic little men
Little men
It’s so loud
It’s so loud in my head
It’s so loud
It’s so loud
It’s so loud in my head
It’s so loud
As soggy as it is now my temperament is sorely lacking faith and space
the growing pains are too much to waste your time while liars pray on your eager mind
I don’t mind the way that you look at me through your hair
I don’t mind the beauty of your smile
but the way we carry on these days is simply overdone
yeah I’m done with playing games
no more games
It’s so loud
It’s so loud in my head
It’s so loud
It’s so loud
It’s so loud in my head
It’s so loud
It seems like every day I find a new way to make my bed
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Ive been lazy with my life
but I can't remember feeling this way at all
dreams of living like I do
that I had when I was something like you
doing things I always wanted to
Meeting people that always knew I'd
know what's coming and what's passing through
Passing like clouds
Passing like seasons
Passing like the turning of the Earth
Trading handfuls of words
back and forth like dollars
Arbitrary days
breeding brokers greed to go
come and beckon forth a hefty toll
doing things I never wanted to
Meeting people that never thought I'd
find what's fake and yet seem to miss the truth
Passing like clouds
Passing like seasons
Passing like the turning of the Earth
Is your glass half full or is your glass half empty
Is your glass half full or is your glass half empty
I've been lazy with my life
but I can't remember feeling this way at all
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8. |
Mannequin
03:25
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A throbbing pain from nowhere comes
and rests itself inside my lonely bones
hard to say where it came from
but it bears the mark of separation my love
You don’t matter to me anymore
and I'm glad to admit that i wanted this all the time
because when I hold you its like i’m holding a mannequin
man i can’t do that shit no more
Once each day I feel Humdrum
a mass of mumbling voices in my mind
to live this way it feels so dumb
is it wrong to admit the way i truly feel
You don’t matter to me anymore
and I'm glad to admit that i wanted this all the time
because when I hold you its like i’m holding a mannequin
man I can still feel your plastic skin
on mine all the time
in my head and in my mind
Were they wrong, the choices made
Was the pleasure of love worth the pain of none
Hard to see the red flags when your spectacles are colored like the rose
You don’t matter to me anymore
and I'm glad to admit that i wanted this all the time
because when I hold you its like i’m holding a mannequin
man I can still feel your plastic skin
on mine all the time
in my head and in my mind
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9. |
Queen of America
04:00
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When I first met you I knew not what you were
You shone of gold behind your verdant eye
Then I first had you and I knew that what they said was true
You are the Queen of America, the Almighty Doll
So exotic furtive foreign fuel my friend
the way you get my engine going babe
I have to have you to get to where I need to be
with you Queen of America, the Almighty Doll
She’s much older than I am
She’s much more clever as well
She’s got friends in high places in fact they are her clientele
Oh she don’t come around so often
at least not often for me
but what should I expect
from the Queen of America, the Almighty Doll
She's the daughter of greed and desire living in everyones pockets
though its not she who started the fire one day we’ll burn in her resolve
She’s much older than I am
She’s much more clever as well
She’s got friends in high places in fact they are her clientele
Oh she don’t come around so often
at least not often for me
but what should I expect
from the Queen of America, the Almighty Dollar
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10. |
She Never Leaves
02:23
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She never leaves
though sometimes I
tend to neglect her
even disrespect her
She never leaves how could she's always
she’s always in my arms
She watches me
with sunken eyes
when I correct her
god forbid forget her
She never leaves how could she's always
she’s always in my arms
She has promised me rubies and riches
but all I’ve gotten are headaches and stitches
she has fed me, and left me in the cold
She is my queen
I am her guy
I never expect her
never redirect her
She never leaves how could she's always
she’s always in my arms
I love you baby
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11. |
Eyes on the Road
05:58
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You got your thinking cap strapped so tight
that it leaves indents on your forehead
every time you close your eyes
tell me only lies oh tell me only lies tonight
you got your mistress hushed up just right
you know none else can locate her
every time you squeeze her thighs
tell me only lies oh just don’t tell eliza
Eyes on the road while your tied to your phone
and the island we roam’s the only home we know
ly home we know
remember when you got your makeshift turnstile table
the imaginary Dj, you can hear the crowds go wild
Spinning plates on tables
spinning plates on tables child
but now you’re all so set on soaking up the scene
you tour the towns for the season
I don’t see you anymore
Maybe one day soon I’ll finally look you in your
Eyes on the road while your tied to your phone
and the island we roam’s the only home we know
ly home we know
We’ve got our escape routes figured out now
Yours to tears and mine to the open road
Maybe one day soon I’ll finally look you in your
Eyes on the road while your tied to your phone
but wherever we go we know our homes inside
our homes inside
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12. |
Overtime
02:40
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Overtime, Ive been working overtime
to put a stereo in my car overtime
to play my music loud
draw a crowd
overtime, Ive been working overtime
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David Barnard Asheville, North Carolina
David Barnard is a Songwriter from the Hudson Valley. He falls in love and writes Folk, Jazz, tongue in cheek indie rock and
Neo Soul. He has a Kerrygold voice and a Kierkegaard smile.
Comfort the Afflicted and Afflict the Comfortable
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