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I Can't Go Out
02:03
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I can’t go out at night. The back of my neck gets tight. I freeze and go all white. I can’t go out at night. This happens every week. I feel like I cannot breathe. I go all white and freeze. I’m sad but not sad for me. I don’t mean to sound insensitive. I’m insensitive. The tears well up in my eyes. I’m sad for the mothers. Their pain's so deep that they hide somewhere in the dark where they don’t have to see the faces of their babies. I can’t go out no more. My chest and my face are sore. My heart’s jumped onto the floor. I can’t go out no more.
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Miss America
02:31
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I miss January with Miss January. I miss America with Miss America. I miss you, and the games we played. I miss you, and the names we made for each other, just for fun. I miss you and the things we've done. I miss the clothes you wore, the clothes you’d leave behind. I miss the way we talked about the stories of our lives. I miss you and the places we’ve gone. I miss you and how we sang those songs for each other, just for fun. I miss you and the things we've done. The funny thing is I loved you. The problem was in the way. Cuz you were meant for real love, not silly bedroom games. So I’m happy you’ve passed me by. I’m glad that I’m in the dust. But just because that brings me joy don’t mean I don’t miss us. I miss January with Miss January. I miss America with Miss America. I miss you and the cards we made. I miss you and the gifts we gave to each other, just for fun. I miss you and the things we've done.
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Sitting In Pollution
02:21
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I was on my own sitting in pollution. Driving to Mumbai all on my own. Can’t let it affect me. I need to focus. When I wake up tomorrow, I’ll do what I need to. Driving to Mumbai. The rickshaw puller had been napping on his string for the last few hours. He wakes up slowly, and does his stretching. I need a ride, I’ve been sitting in pollution. He opens his eyes. I slip him some rupees. I really need a ride. Sitting in pollution. Take me to Mumbai. I wish I knew more Hindi. I don’t know what he’s thinking. He can’t know what I’m thinking. I’m so on my own. Sitting in pollution. In the past he’s waited hours for me. We’ve shared some words. Some words I barely know. I‘m not sure the implications or the subtleties of language. Driving to Mumbai. Sitting in pollution. Bye bye. Driving to Mumbai. Bye bye.
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Loudly With Laughter
02:21
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We packed up our belongings, put them in the van. Gotta get out while we can. Went back to the hotel and bumped around some more, then we got up and packed up again. Back to Tampa got a taxi back to the airport. Boarded our flight and settled back down. We’re in this cocoon, In this cocoon. In this cocoon. In this cocoon. To be among those who are screaming for the joy of it all. Anxious to get ahead of the game. We sing loudly and with laughter. Next time will we be awake? Will we be awake next time? [break] Flash forward to the present, on our flight back home. The New York press cries, laughs, and sings. While we’re in this cocoon, In this cocoon. In this cocoon. In this cocoon.
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Not Yours To Take
03:37
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You've taken all the diamonds, taken all the pearls. All the pretty ribbons from all the pretty girls. You’d take the Mona Lisa, but her smile's fake. None of it is yours to take. You stole the jewel when she was young. You stole the human’s soul. Now she belongs to us, they’ve got to let her go. Yeah, I had to end it for your own sake. See, none of it was yours to take. You took me for a ride, and took up all my time. You might say that I’m liable to go hide. Who’d want someone like that? Someone so bold? I’m afraid I’ll never get back the second that you stole. You took my world and threw it on the street, so now this door is shut. It’s not the end. Your golden thread could lift you right back up. You could turn into a million pieces when the thread breaks. But none of it is yours to take. [break] It is what I am, and it is what you’ll be. You stole a second of my youth, but it’s not the end for me. Yeah, it is who I am, and it is who you can’t shake. But none of it was yours to take. No none of it was ever yours to take.
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Now Here's The Thing
03:27
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I’ve been meaning to tell you, I don’t like the way you think. Your thinking skills are shocking. You really think that people believe you. They’ll believe a lot of awful things. They’ll believe it’s not a dangerous time. They won’t trust science, and I mean it’s easy to see why. Global warming, evolution, science said the world was flat. Deny any or all of it. Should we just be cool with that. I don’t say the things you think are bad. I don’t make that claim. People can be so gullible. They’ll believe anything that you say. They’ll believe a lot of awful things. They’ll believe it’s such a dangerous time. They blindly trust the science, and I mean it’s easy to see why. Pandemics and religion, they just don’t mix. Transmission by contact, we have to touch to transmit. Now here’s the thing that we all need to hear. Think things through. Don’t just do what you do out of fear. Think things through. Don’t just do what you do out of fear. Think things through. Don’t just do what you do out of fear.
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I bought another guitar. A new tattoo for my arm. I can’t afford a car to get me to you. This isn’t what I had planned. Me and my friends in a band. Am I on the right track with you? We can’t book enough shows. We play the songs that they know. It’s getting super old without something new. Then I woke up with a song. A light-a-match sing-along. A hit that wouldn’t go wrong. And I knew exactly what to do. Of course the song was a hit. That was that, this is it. It’s hard giving a shit without you. The anger’s faded away, but I miss you each day. I still search for a way to say, "Goodbye. I don’t want to see you again." Goodbye. I don’t want to see you again. Goodbye. I never want to see you again.
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It's hard to be in my own skin, especially in the shape I'm in. If this is supposed to feel like a win, it don't. It can't be a win. I can't feel proud. It's hard to be in my own skin, especially in the shape I'm in. I've been in that prison for too long in my mind. If I've learned anything, it's how to sit in the darkness. It's hard to be in my own skin, especially in the shape I'm in. The truth is I'm very afraid. I'm on my own without any help or comfort at all. It's hard to look inward when you’re blinded by the dark. It's hard to be in my own skin, especially in the shape I'm in.
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I don't have much money. And I don't have fame. I can't see the future. And that's what makes me scared. I need someone to guide me through the path of life. I need some guidance. I don't know what it's like. And I really need someone who can open the door and show me the way. Show me more. I think I'm ready to venture, ready to venture out. If that’s okay with you I’m gonna head on out. And I really need someone who can open the door and show me the way. Show me more. Hey I'm going to try trying to know who I am, trying to be something, be something I've never done. And I really need someone who can open the door and show me the way. Show me more. And I really need someone who can open the door and show me the way. Show me more.
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But Maybe That’s Just Me
03:08
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I’m not a perfect circle. I’m not a pretty flower. I’m not some useful tool, complete a job in half an hour. I’m just a pile of rocks covered in wet mud. It’s not easy pushin’ me around. Anyone can see I’m not enough. But I’m here, and I’m free, and who else do you see? And when you think about it, how bad can I really be? Maybe that’s just me. But maybe that’s just me. I’m not a cup of tea. I’m not some satisfying game. I’m not a cute and cuddly pet that you can give whatever name. I’m nearly useless, ugly and out of control. I’m not easily-satisfied. People-pleasing’s never been my role. But I’m here, and I’m free, and who else do you see? And when you think about it, how bad can I really be? Maybe that’s just me. But maybe that’s just me. I don’t know how, and I doubt that you can show me. I don’t know how, and we’ll never see the sun. I don’t know how to be an optimist, a least not a really good one. But I’m here, and I’m free, and who else do you see? And when you think about it, how bad can I really be? Maybe that’s just me. But maybe that’s just me.
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Right Here With Me
02:11
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What’s this I’m hearing? You’re up to no good! A nice girl like you should do what you should. It’s quarter past eleven, and you really should be, you really should be right here with me. See what you’re missing, missing out on. You think it’s a trap, you think I’ll be gone. Let me convince you I’m not here playing tricks. You really should be right here with me. Right here with me. You really should be right here with me. Sure, I’m a stranger. I’m just like you. But I live on the other coast, our party of two. Let’s get you up and out and on your way. You really should be right here with me. Right here with me. You really should be right here with me.
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I ran out of ideas, then they came. I filled the blackness, the blank page. I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote. A hand held out. A speck of hope. Every minute, total love. I wrote when the words wouldn’t come. Every minute, in the dark. On the back of a business card. When I was busy with quote-unquote "other things," still I wrote. Some songs were witty. Some songs were dumb. I wrote when the words wouldn’t come. While I was walking or watching TV. While I was out driving, I wrote a few new things. In the shower or at the store. Sitting on the computer. Some words from long before. From near and far. A voice, a smile, a hug. I wrote when the words wouldn’t come. What did I write about? God again? He’d already said it. My words he’d already said. My characters did nothing. But resembled me. A finished story. Useless and empty. My finger on the soft surface. The party’s done. I wrote when the words wouldn’t come.
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King Everything Pendleton, New York
Loud & quiet; odd & ordinary; mysterious & straightforward; vague & clear; joyous & angry; fast & slow; messy & organized; simple & complicated; succinct & wordy; energetic & lackadaisical; continuous & disjointed; hopeless & rosy; new & familiar.
King Everything recommends:
So good! Consistent, intelligent songs. Made a new album each month for the first quarter of 2013. Hope he keeps it up!
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