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Greed and Desperation
03:58
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Everywhere I look
It’s greed and desperation (greed and desperation)
The true morality of this dumb nation
It ain’t red or blue, black or white
Educated or not
It should be wrong against right
You eat and feed
Way beyond your means (beyond your means)
Pile it high till it blocks the sun outta the sky
Taking favors like a table for two
When there's plenty of room at the bar for you
Everywhere I look (everywhere I look)
It’s greed and desperation (greed and desperation)
The true morality of this dumb nation
It ain’t red or blue, black or white
Educated or not
It should be wrong against right
Parodies and satire?
Well, go on with those antics (semantics)
Sure evil loses to win
Isn’t it so romantic? (aww)
Boxed up regrets
To avoid another disaster (whoa)
Stopped placing bets
With the mystery of their canned laughter (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Thirsty for a chance
To say, “everything’s gonna be okay” yay!
This emptiness is a wagon
Left in the night and not in the day
Clutching fists for a positive light
To invest in a new hope
Passions underwhelmed
And choked up from the folk
Break Pause
*coughing*
Everywhere I look (everywhere I look)
It’s greed and desperation (greed and desperation)
The true duality
Of this fucked up nation
It ain’t red or blue, black or white
We shouldn’t have to be wrong
Just so y’all can be right, well..
You’ll scrape for scraps
After the next big collapse (collapsed by scraps)
There ain’t no praise after the guillotine’s raised
Your acclamation for the woes in the air
Will find you guilty of encouraged despair, now
Everywhere I look
It’s greed and desperation (x8)
Everywhere I look
I’m greeting desperation (x2)
Everywhere I look
I’m green with desperation
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Past My Pitch
02:53
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Holding back with what I wish to express
Cryptic is layered, sidesteps to confess
How to convey redundant dismay
Financial pressures
Nope, I’m not a beggar
Do you ever fall for doubt way too fast
Close calling terrors
You don’t want ‘em to last
Testing the trust, affection is rushed
Emotional addiction
Story is nonfiction
Looking behind
My shoulder of devotion
Will it dine and ditch past my pitch
OR DO WE CALL IT QUITS?!
This hot heart of gold turns people cold
Burning up ambition
Empathy condition
You aim to spy on lives that don’t satisfy
That bougie clout, how will this play out?
Enchanting discord
Neglect what wasn’t spoken
Certainty and apathy
Have you ever had dreams that linger on
Longer than they should
Past the break of dawn?
Then the next night, you can’t help but weep
That awful feeling in the spot you sleep
Ooooo Oooooo
Lean in real hard
Through the turbulent drifts
Amounts to mistrust
Truths that’s stacked to convince
Placed in the void, trending annoyed
There was a secret and you couldn’t keep it
Holding back with what I wish to express
Cryptic suggested to shirk off the stress
Adrift and astray, afraid and betrayed
Writing you this letter
Addressed return to sender
Ooooo Oooooo
Return to sender
Your bids to cry, absent decades go aside
That bougie clout, how did this play out?
Chanting voices
Misbehaving choices
Certainty...
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Losing Worries
03:32
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No formula to generalize
Harvest the tricks that spark decline
Courage to cope the tragedy
Doom and fright hits this family
Spirits keep secrets in keepsakes
Can’t rest to grieve or have a wake
And I’ll never have to worry about
Losing you or losing me
And I’ll never have to live without
The fear of losing you to the sea
And I’ll never have to worry about
Losing you over losing me
And I’ll never have fear left out
Thinking how you set yourself free
That’s no way to leave [x3]
Coastal wind chimes made a tangled crown
When the shooting stars fell to the ground
We’ll mourn the moon and count the stars
We’ll mourn the moon and count the stars
We’ll mourn the moon and count those stars
Remedies to restore
Nostalgic moments
Bittersweet
Uncared-for
Our lonely dim souls wander shores
Shortfalls of embraced reverence
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Concepts Subjective
02:21
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Most efforts that I make
End up being more mistakes
But I’m finding my own personal stride
I may stumble from the gate
I know my arrows will fly straight
I buckle up and enjoy the ride
All that I have brung
Builds a ladder rung
To get me where I think I belong
Fate is due to hindsight’s perspective
And time is more a concept subjective
Though time is what brings about clarity
Despite the space
This visage of your face
Pulls me up when I start drifting down
(ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Separated we may be
This place is hauntingly
Giving me weird sentimentality
(ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
WHOOOAAAAAA
All that we will bring
Are choruses to sing
In the songs we write so genuinely
HA HA HA
Once we reach that “fateful” elation
We’ll know it’s of our own creation
Because all that we need is the time
That it takes to provide
The purest transparent quality of being
Most efforts that I make
End up being more mistakes
And I’m learning that they all end up fine
(ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
SHABAM!
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5. |
Harmonic Actions
03:30
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H.A
H.A
H.A
Demand excellence
I’ll be damned if
I don’t submit
So many settle
In the first stage
Can’t push the cage
H.A
H.A
H.A
H.A
BASS!
H.A
H.A
H.A
H.A
Bleating perseverance
I’ll be damned with
The incoherence
So many rattle
In the first stage
Can’t push the cage
H.A
H.A
H.A
H.A
Recant the relevance
We’ll be damned if
We become hypocrites
So many ramble
In the first stage
Set to stay in the cage
H.A
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6. |
Our Own Minds
05:10
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As I peer out my window
At the people walking
As the wind blows
They’re exposed
In their new clothes
When we do go outside
Everybody’s face tries to abide
It’s implied, we’re denied
A change in the season, it’s the reason
To get out from behind our own minds
The ocean sirens call to us
A temptation so superfluous
It’s treasonous, but what’s the fuss?
Pinning for an Autumn breeze
Golden leaves fall from
These sacred trees
Well it seems so serene
We crave a change of season
Ain’t it pleasin’?
To get out from behind our own minds
When feelings cease — We know they may
They’ll lose the peace — The selfish way
We want this — They want it too
A vow that — This won’t come true
They want this — We want it too
A love that — All can pursue
We wanted — And they wanted
A change that we know is due
As I peer out my window
All the people walking as the wind blows
The status quo left to limbo
When times do get better
All the people gonna want to get together
How’s the weather? Ain’t it clever?
Perceive a change of season in our region
Let’s get out from behind our own minds
All for all and one for one
We want this — This love for all
All for all — And one for one
We want this — This love for all
All for all — And one for one
We want this — This love for all
All for all — And one for one
We want this — This love for all
All for all — And one for one
We want this — This love for all
All for all — And one for one
We want this — This love for all
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7. |
Tropical Tropes
03:28
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Dangerous deserter
Thatch headed devil
Distraction
Better than it may sound
Eyes truly averted
Masked–high–heel turn on
Not fashion
Worse than it may sound
Tropical tropes
Palm tree panic news
In the globe
Tropical tropes
Palm tree panic blues
In the globe
Waltz on water
Sugar on ice
Deflecting for lust
Defecting for love
Collecting the dust
The socially
Awkward heroes crushed
Concepts by a builder
Shrugging off a god
Word is bond
Carnage conducting
Heartless maturing
Karma is stalling
The darkness is storming, oh-ohh
Nothing but bad apples
Spoiled to the touch
Abuse is hushed
Better than it may sound
Worse than you know it sounds
Tropical tropes
Palm tree panic news
In the globe
Tropical Tropes
Palm tree panic blues
In the globe
Waltz on water
Sugar on ice
Waltz on water
Sugar on ice
Waltz on water
Sugar on ice
Waltz on water
Sugar on ice
How is this paradise?
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A Burnt Hatchet
03:32
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Peaks of kindness tempting hate
Arch the spineless for a deeper escape
Reunion to relate or abrogate?
Miss being that safe place
You called home base
Fabricated treasures
Trivial pursuits too good to ignore
Altercations clash meager skills
Good-for-nothing
Bullshit, ill at ease
Novelty
Novelty
Flip them floating bird grins
Please don’t excuse the french
This buried hatchet burns at both ends
HAS BEEN!
Reconciled pasts permeate
With the ones who choose to expiate
Quite enough to appear relieved
They’ve all gone absent
Left without leave
Novelty
Novelty
Novelty (x3)
Bullshit, ill at ease
Let’s cut each other some slack
Can we pretend?
Oo-la-la — Oo-la-la (x3)
That safe place
You called home base
Let’s speak with no drawbacks
Can we amend?
Oo-la-la — Oo-la-la (x3)
Bullshit, ill at ease
Let’s retreat attitudes
Skewed in the feud
What safe place
You called home base?
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9. |
Be a Constant
04:34
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Through all the thunder of life’s navigation
They’ll tackle any turbulation
Tales spin in the northwest
Confess to the leaf on her chest
Marvelous admiration
Turns away temptations
He wants to forgive everything
He wants to give her the world
He wants to shake off what’s lost
Lost, they’ll fade to the coast and wait
He wants to be a constant worth saving
No one gets left behind, out of the blue
But if they do
They’ll have to always remember you
He knows that she will never fail
To provide a greater press of sail
Chasing a new floatation
Following relocation
So, the distance grows fond of tall telltales
Soaking in the plights
Left beyond the reach of the vale
She wants to sacrifice everything
She works to give them the world
She wants the love to revive
Revived sides rush, support collides
She wants to be a constant in this life
Countenance divine invested in delights
Responsive, fend off conflicts
Shine on as a beacon searchlight
They can’t give you anything
They could never give you the world
They can make it and survive
Survive, no lies, there’s no surprise
They want a partner in their long lost lives, oh
They’re gonna be a constant
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10. |
Forgiving Living Ones
04:10
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Shawna: “What are you going to wish?”
Dusty: “I’m going… high up there!”
My grandfather once told me, “son
(ooooooOOOOOOO)
Life is for the living ones
And death can be so unforgiving
(ooooooOOOOOOO)
We gotta learn to live it and forgive them”
Buried success
Milestones sink into lore
Concerned with content?
Strive daily, be wary for more
White lightning drink
Bourbon pours for the weak
Sage wisdom thrives
While we’re alive living meek
Dusty: “That’s what they taught me to do.”
Mother Dearest: HA HA HA HA HA
My friend’s father once told me, “son
(ooooooOOOOOOO)
Be proud for what your good heart’s won
Impressions from the loss and sadness
(ooooooOOOOOOO)
The healing frees you to live and accept less”
Grams: “You guys are so silly! This is Kenny drinking beer... after a few of ‘em”
Gramps: “There’s the 10 most wanted guys”
Uncle Curt: “Yup.. HA-HA-HA-HA”
Grams: “Old man tired?”
Shawna: HA HEH HEH HA HEH HA HA
Shawna: Well, uh… lemme get me, too
Grams: “Can you wave?”
Shawna: “Get me, too.”
Gramps: “Don’t be selfish.”
Gramps: “Can you wave at me, Dusty?”
My stunt father once told me, “son
(ooooooOOOOOOO)
We may fumble but we’re not alone
Beached waves harness hues of grief’s defeat
(ooooooOOOOOOO)
Compete, an ace, lose sight, that’s love
No gravestone suite”
As I gently age
Into my shadow below
A fair share of pain
Giving in, emotions will grow
Bless be the beasts
And the children they sow
Feasts for the fools
To tip their cups for the show
Dusty: “Um…”
Dusty: “Uncle Kenny, so far you only got one…”
Uncle Kenny: “I only have one? Well... thank you, Dusty.”
Dusty: “Yup!”
Dusty: “Oh… and it’s my mom.”
Shawna: “No wonder!”
Mother Dearest: “Hi… ok.”
Dadski: “He likes music… When I brought him home, I had the radio on... and he’s sitting there rocking back and forth and trying to snap his fingers and stuff.”
My own father once told me, “son
Treat them as if they already are
And they’ll become what they want to emit
(ooooooOOOOOOO)
Conceive, believe, goodwill
Home run, kid”
My grandfather once told me, “son
Life is for the living ones
And death can be so unforgiving
Gotta learn to live it and not forget them”
(ooooooOOOOOOO)
Dusty: “Welp… my picture’s not working?”
Grams: “It isn’t? Why?”
Dusty: “Well, buh-bye”
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11. |
Eulogies on the Marquee
06:15
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Come high tide
Can you picture the forest through the trees
Slumbering themes
Good things come to forgotten black sheep
On the fence
With gifts of reckless commonsense
Piece of cake
Clueless to the methods of madness we view
Well begun
Is half done
Dive in the deep end
Foundations fabricated
Have now grown far outdated
Rebuilt from held on fragments
Despite the absence
Ships have sailed
Through thick and thin
Oh, honey, can you swim?
Under the bridge
Breeding contempt for posterity
Oh my dear
Let’s conquer
All of OUR FEARS
Potions were formed broken
Slogans and omens stolen
The faults can’t be proven
Amnesia wasn’t chosen
Right as rain
Heady cloud silver lining leaks down the drain
To lift up the crowd
Stealing someone else’s thunder out loud
Knock on wood
Let the sleeping dog days of summer die
Tongue-in-cheek
Barking after the hook in the eye
Cut the chase
Live and learn until you lose the grace
Seeking advice
Before Dawn’s darkest encore
Noble crimes
Riddled in a whisper
Scripted dead
Written in the winter
Oh my dear
They’ve found dread
Trapped in your breath
Foundations fabricated
Have now grown far outdated
Rebuilt from held on fragments
Despite the absence
Potions were formed broken
Slogans and omens stolen
The faults can’t be proven
Amnesia
Left hidden and scarred
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