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Looking At You
04:11
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So to which saint should I be praying?
I need the one who's been known to stop the bleeding
All the smokes and lines, sometimes it's too much just to take
And it's the corners of your eyes that give you away
So for which land are you leaving?
I heard there's one out there with love for sale and a tinfoil army
I saw you with your angry eyes in the corner of the mirror
Let's pretend that I can sit still, and we'll pretend like you care
Oh, it was true
I was looking at you
So under which sin is this one listed?
There's only one of ten to which I've been paying any attention
It's suggested by your confidence you're a little scared to fall
A black spot on your head that tells you you're never really getting old
And it's too late now for laughing at some cheap shot jokes
'Cause when we're laughing it's the kind the hurts more than I can show
Oh, it was true
I was looking at you
And all you thought I was thinking too
They say we'll meet a million faces, in our time
But only two or three will we ever come to know their eyes
Oh, how I was wishing you were one of mine
Just don't judge like me like a sane man
I'm many things before I'm that
And for all your nowhere dreams of shutting in some home
Safe and sound and decorated, inside your sticks and stones
It's like you've been quitting living and the drugs are old
But you're laughing more than me, I guess I was getting what I was owed
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Secret Apartment [demo]
03:29
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I've got white gold cross and red leather bible
A book-on-tape of James Earl Jones reading the gospel
And no one's ever gonna scare me again
No one's ever gonna get the satisfaction
But please, please, please, just the thought of you is killing me
California is fucked and I missed kissing your crooked teeth
Don't go getting all L.A. on me
Quit your agent and the palm trees
And the thrill or cocaine
Why would you want to walk alone all the time?
I've got a secret apartment where the sun won't shine
Why would you want to walk alone all the time?
I've got a secret apartment where we run and hide
It's a night black room with no clocks and no windows
The boss never calls and the sun doesn't come up too soon
And there's a long shelf of bottles, with the labels all torn off
And we take so much we'll never, want to wake up
So who'd gonna kill the boss?
If I haven't got the guts
But on days like this I'd murder every cold motherfucker
we've ever crossed
If I only had the gun, if I only had the heart
Why would you want to walk alone all the time?
I've got a secret apartment where there's some dark and quiet
We can disappear in silence
We can sleep it off
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Any Color You Want
04:58
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It was down this street with the sky like morning and the stairs where we used to me, where you laughed and I could never speak
If I walk past now, do it fast, and the light on inside is just somewhere I used to know
Where we slept on the floor and crept from backyards
And is this what they meant by "dead to me now," 'cause the block seems smaller and they drive the same cars that they always did
And leaves on the ground, of course
The story needs something more than nightmares
And leaves on the ground, any color you want
The best things come and go, so hold on
I'll be by every once in awhile and they'll never know
It's around this corner, two blocks ahead or maybe three if you've got a bottle in your hand
And I swore that the headlights shine better than the moon in this field
Looking in from outside, I'm glad you're doing fine, glad your dad's still alive
And it's Halloween again, just like the night we met
And leaves on the ground, all around
Wherever you are, I can't be far
And leaves on the ground, any color you want
Wherever you are, I'll be found
And what I tried to say, is that I can't explain anything
Despite whatever we've tried to say, I let you know
I'm never far away
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I've been lost
And the pilot is drunk
As the plane's coming over the mountaintop
And I'm sick of hurting
All the things I love
And I'm sick of feeling dirty
In your arms
But midnight is always goodbye
Because the time between now and the sunrise is mine
And I found that videotape
Eleven years ago, now
And imagine the things we were saying
And our young, dumb smiles
You were just a young, dumb child
I've been lost
But it's just good to know you're out there
If you hear me, won't you call me home?
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Free As Hell [demo]
04:41
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I'm not much for work at all these days
But tell them that I'm doing fine, I'm out running the race
'Cause I've got some money hidden
For a trip into the desert, then I'm never coming back again
I've seen too much television to sing these blues
My head's all full of catchphrases and what's passing as the news
It never meant that much, I guess
I'm feeling older than I am, and I've been speaking less and less
And I've been shutting in
To watch from the window as the dark comes creeping
But last night they came by to rob me
So I said "put your bullets into me and take everything that you see
I'm dead..."
Our eyes like knives, we're going crazy
But I'm free as hell
Let them run off, to run their mouths
But I'm free as hell
If you can find something to love you might make it through
Just put it all into the simplest terms
or they won't know what to do with you
Put it all back in your head
The pain is better off when you pretend it doesn't exist
But there were times we've known
When it was good to leave and good to come back home
It's just that none of that is left
If we're gonna go on living
I guess we should try to see what else there is...
Maybe some shack just off the beach
Or a house in the desert or some town just out of reach
What was that I said?
Wishful thinking, I can barely pull myself out of this bed
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Long night, turn out the signs, we won't sell ourselves anymore
We need a scene, a picture like a dream: a lakeside and country roads
Where you go
Running for your life, like you're ready for a fight
You know we've carried these days on our backs
So don't look back
'Cause it's not necessarily true, this you know,
That where you came is where you belong
No, in some cases all that is wrong
Dirty kids, running to the pier, to see where the mansions float
Skipping stones, skulls and crossbones, kissing as the boats depart
Wherever you are
Keep some parts the same, beautiful and strange, there's some things they can't take away
No matter what they say
We'll be young in our screams, and it's alright to be
We're never gonna work for the man
They can keep it, the money is theirs
Because we are
Beautiful in the that we are
For once without a care, flying through the air
As the lighthouse dims its glare
I can't hardly remember where we've been
And that's all right to me, I swear
So, kid, I heard all your friends were drunk at the wedding tonight
No invite, and for you that's just fine
You're tired of rehearsing your lines
So wave goodbye
Not that anyone will see, just for the shit of it
You know, sometimes we laugh to ourselves
Give them hell
'Cause they said you look like me, just a little less crazy
New to this place and you're angry
Even though we both know that's no way to be...
And you say
Everyone you know's a little more fucked up than they were two years ago
Beautiful in the way that that know...
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So you're waiting at the door
The screen tattered and torn as you watch the street burning
And you wish to be somewhere, ten years beyond the fear of
Winding up nowhere
Like here
The bottles in the yard
Shine as we ride off...
I will be the end of this accident
A siren screaming to the residence
Our eyes to the eclipse, will the burn when we stare to it?
And outside in the night
The motorbikes wind their tiny machines again
And to where do they speed?
We like awake wondering: what is it to be free?
I need to sell off all I've made
It makes no sense to me
I will be the end of this accident
A siren screaming to the residence
Our eyes to the eclipse, will the burn when we stare to it?
I will be the end of this accident
As the ashes fall, I'll sweep up the mess
For these dreams I might have killed
But they just don't pay the bills
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Motorway, PA
01:10
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Sick in a motel bed
Motorway, PA
The scalding shower wakes me to gas station coffee
The trucks roll in and out
I might stay here for awhile
Cable TV and cigarettes and the strangeness of the times
I could never tell how we got so old
Four years seems like yesterday and forever ago
But please send your regards
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9. |
CaliAcid [demo]
04:24
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My drink was spiked with acid
Or something equally fantastic
And now I'm seeing California all the time
She was beautiful but she'd been ravaged by the '80s
I can't be sure if it was cocaine or just the passing of these seasons
All the California girls sing, they all dance in the sun
And as the boardwalk lit up, they were queens of the world
I can see them now, lonely children on the shore
This dusty coast and all the dreams it might hold
We must remember that love can be true
If only for an afternoon it can be
The drugs and the beach, the ocean and the moon
And the fortuneteller said something queer
Said spend this life as quick as you can or it might disappear
And we were beautiful blond children trying it all for the first time
We go straight up the coast
The golden years...
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10. |
If It's A Secret
03:20
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And no I'm no pretending
But I'm stupid when I'm drunk
And I can't remember anything
And I don't have to, just let me go...
And I learn from knowing you know..
Could I glimpse into that small world where you live
When you're out late and smiling with your friends
They'll be blind and happier in the end
But please keep them all away from you
Keep me right here beneath your feet
It's not a lie if it's a secret
Go on and tear me apart
It's not all right if I can't feel it
Please keep them all away from me
Go on and call me out
But he'd better be drunk if he wants to get the job done
I'll meet you there with your pistols tucked
And in the morning I'll be gone and wincing at the sun
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It was a place like this
And through the windows I could see them in their late night stares
Reminding me of something I used to believe
As rings of smoke
Blew through the air
A momentary gesture that finds its place and disappears
My hands never fit with their machine
So, you could be the knife
(one in my heart, one in each side)
Would you be my knife?
And all I want is to remember
Betters days, and their rain proves to be of no use to me
Spent it all on immortality
They forgot to live, they forgot to be
And outside these walls I've built
There's drunken laughter that reminds me of that crazy dream I had
That someday
The whole world would be at my back
And I'd open up and everything would feel different
My hands never fit with their machine
So, you could be the knife
(one in my heart, one in each side)
Would you be my knife?
My eyes never caught the scenery
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12. |
Closed Head Wound [demo]
03:04
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I ain't even sure what I did
Got red on my hands
Nothing but black, back in the past
No lights in the rearview
When I got to the backdoor
Your mother was long-gone and your brother was stoned
They said you're at a week-by-week motel
You've got a lover
You've got another
And now it's just you and me and the other
But you're a closed hear wound
I can't only thank the stars you never made it to my heart
Left the television on
No need to pack a bag
Left the stains on the carpet and wiped down the handle with a rag
Now I miss you so bad
Will I never do good?
I miss you so bad, will anyone ever turn me on the way you could?
I ain't even sure what I did
Or where the hell I've been
Got red on my hands
And a lock of your hair in the pocket of my jeans
God, I loved you in the summer
Dancing through the desert
Slow between the headlights kicking up dust
Dance for me honey, tell me walk down the road
Point me back home, turn it all around...
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13. |
Black Hole [demo]
03:27
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My love's got a black hole on its skin
My love's got scars all over it
But my love is far from gone
My love's still holding on
My love's been out all night
My love is still on your side
But my love has a crazy smile
My love's got wide eyes
And to be with you in the morning
Is all I really want
I know...
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14. |
Deadman's Float [demo]
03:07
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And just like that
You pull out the revolver
As we drive across this desert floor
I would have taken you anyhow
If I were young, I would have come along
A mother of one
A woman who knows how to get the job done
I could have said...
Meet me at the motel swimming pool
I'll show you what I can do
A deadman floating in the water beneath the moon
And we're not valued members
No we're not preferred customers
But I've got numbers issued from the state
Your little daughter in the backseat
With the revolver pointed at me
You didn't have to make me raise my hands...
Meet me at the motel swimming pool
I'll show you what I can do
A deadman floating in the water beneath the moon
I know a trick or two...
The light go on, all inside these rooms
Two stories looking down on this bloody pool
Take the keys, the car is yours...
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15. |
Behind The Church
04:42
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With a name like: "You were never there"
We know you've a past somewhere
And a dad somewhere
And a lie you like to tell
They say it's meaningless, but...
They write all day
About being afraid of it
And of the house where they lived
And of the life they gave
So give them something as slow as can be
Breaking your mysteries
You wrote when you were young
Letters in those wet envelopes
Drained like your words
Breaking your history
And when you ran home, you ran alone
There's a hole that he dug
With his feet in the dirt
Behind the church
To bury the past
And to bury his head
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Repa Turns On George Benson
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17. |
Pedestrians [Casio demo]
05:04
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We are riding down the mountain
This time we won't close our eyes
At the first signs of the city sprawled out wide
We will ride
With our arms raised high
No more bad news
I will not subscribe
No more pain
It's our time to try
And I'm sorry for dying young
But we will grown old and strong
I'm sorry for dying young
But we must carry on
We are pedestrians, transitory in our time
Walking slowly toward our own light
And the screams in your head
They might be angels instead of demons
And the screams in your bed
Are there to hold you instead of drive you mad
And the past is just a blank slate of glass
For every glance you take
You take three steps back
Where you came
And after all...
We will be laughing someday
At all this that has happened...
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Leaving Rouge Detroit, Michigan
Formed in 2001, Leaving Rouge is a Michigan-based project.
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