1. |
Here To Stay
03:28
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Here to Stay
The sky got dark quick like a magic trick
But the rain didn’t come we were used to it
Worn out barren lands and these idle men
It’s the history itself we’re beat down again
When the clouds moved away I watched a plane
Wished I could lasso that thing but I’m here to stay
How did you break free from all this misery
Do you think of us here while you’re off in the city
Remember when we were kids
All the stupid shit we did
And the trouble that swirled around our heads
Drunk on stolen beer
We thought we’d disappear
And the promises of what would lie ahead
It’s worse than you remember it’s not getting better
The frost comes on early mid to late September
I drive my daddy’s truck pretend that I’m not stuck
That the weather or time will somehow change my luck
I wish away the seasons hope the next will be decent
But my needs are like leaves that blow away without reason
Sometimes when it’s dark I’ll pass your family farm
Watch from in the cab wait out the passing storm
Remember when we were kids
All the stupid shit we did
And the trouble that swirled around our heads
Drunk on stolen beer
We thought we’d disappear
And the promises of what would lie ahead
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2. |
Judas Kiss
03:29
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3. |
Broken Highway
04:10
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Broken Highway
I don’t wanna drive to North Dakota
Bury my mean grandmother
Drive the broken highway to my stupid home town
See the stupid fuckers who are still around
I wanna burn the bridge that leads back home
And I want my family to leave me alone
I wanna excise every scene and memory
That plays in my head like a movie
All I ever needed was a simple system
Knowing full well I’d keep my distance
Pretend that I descended from outer space
Forget that I was ever a sad disgrace
I wanna burn the bridge that leads back home
And I want my family to leave me alone
I wanna excise every scene and memory
That plays in my head like a movie
If you had seen me back then
You’d never looked at me again
I swear I’ve come so far
It doesn’t mean I’m not scarred
I wanna burn the bridge that leads back home
And I want my family to leave me alone
I wanna excise every scene and memory
That plays in my head like a movie
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4. |
Enticing
02:37
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Enticing
A box of washes and bolts and Loctite
Your father’s voice your head isn’t screwed on right
The painting of your mother your aunt made
And outside the sound of a Shriner’s parade
You scratched away the days on the headboard
But you didn’t know what you were looking for
The truth is the things you tried to escape from
Are the same things that make you feel you don’t belong
If you believe in a lie
Does it make it more right
If you close your eyes
Can you see a light
Is it enticing
Anytime that you strive to get over
You’d drink yourself stupid then try and get sober
As you struggle to remember these things
They slip and they loosen and fall into dream
The birds outside are still singing your praise
While you continue to wish away days
There’s something in the way that you play the accordion
That makes it easy for you to ignore them
If you believe in a lie
Does it make it more right
If you close your eyes
Can you see a light
Is it enticing
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5. |
Rotten
00:52
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Rotten
I know that I’m not handsome
I look like Charles Manson
My teeth have all grown rotten
From sweet things long forgotten
But I can still remember some things
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6. |
Virginia
04:15
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Virginia
Goddamn I love flying into cities at night
The mesmerizing splay of those colored lights
The way it all lays out like some kind of circuit board
I hold my breath touch my chest and look upwards
But this night I'm holding everything thick inside
Because I don't want to fall apart before I arrive
Virginia, Virginia you’re so far away
Feels as though I'm busting at these tattered seams
And these last eight years seem some kind of in between
If I could right the wrongs of my former years
If I could stop living like a god damned racketeer
If I had something that seemed like a carrot or a stick
I might not still be mired in all this shit
Virginia, Virginia you’re so far away
There’s nothing I’ve ever owned I felt I deserved
And the concept of karma seems so absurd
But the notion of accountability
Somehow in some way it appeals to me
And if there’s a chance that I can make it right
I’ll do my best whatever it takes tonight
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7. |
Stuck Like a Stone
03:07
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8. |
Skeeter Ross
03:25
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9. |
There's a Cloud
04:32
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There’s a Cloud
I miss the party tricks I got used to it
I’m a broken bottle a fucked up throttle
I turn in on and off like Baryshnikov
In my wildest dreams this should not be me
I can hardly say my name
Without tasting this disdain
There’s a cloud above my head
And a bird that’s nearly dead
There’s this tangled string runs through everything
And some cupid’s arrow in a land grown fallow
I miss the childish games the carefree ways
I am old and fickle I’m Trivis Bickel
I can hardly say my name
Without tasting this disdain
There’s a cloud above my head
And a bird that’s nearly dead
The hand of god hits too hard
What you call fate will devastate everything
I’m a busted clock I believe John Locke
And my tabla rasa is playing possum
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10. |
Disappear
03:07
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11. |
Outside
05:00
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Outside
You’re in the backyard you’re by the doghouse
Smoking your cigarettes and thinking about
How you’ve lived your life since you’ve been outside
Where you thought you’d be inside of a year
You’re mother’s calling pretend you don’t hear
Make like there’s cotton stuffed in your ears
She’ll never forgive you for all that you’ve done
You’ll never be good you’ll always be wrong
You climb the old maple and sit in your tree fort
And all that’s below you’ll just ignore
You’ll fall asleep and when you awake
All your mistakes will be unmade
Would it be different would you stay clear
Jump past the pitfalls keep it all clean
You can’t be certain you can’t say for sure
All of the wrong things hold such allure
When you wake at night sometimes you grow scared
You think you’re in prison but you’re not there
She’ll never forgive you for all that you’ve done
You’ll never be good you’ll always be wrong
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burst & bloom records Maine
Burst & Bloom is a small, independent record label and book publisher based in Kittery and Bath, ME.
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