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Crawl's Pace (Live)
03:58
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Standing straight is farther than it used to seem, away.
You say you miss me when you're with me & I'd say the same.
I'm in the crawl space, escaping at a crawl's pace.
Another unsaved change, another day I will stay.
Were we so broken?
You were the wind; I felt you pass me through
Poof -
I'll be the smoke ring, growing away.
You were the water in my paper cup; dangerous.
The walls I held you in were growing thin.
I'm in the crawl space, escaping at a crawl's pace.
Another unsaved change, another day I will stay.
Were we so broken?
You were the wind; I felt you pass me through
Poof -
I'll be the smoke ring, growing away.
You were the water in my paper cup; dangerous.
The walls I held you in were growing thin.
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Doug's Point (Live)
02:28
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Evil, in the water like a life boat.
Call your doctor when your high is low.
Peaceful;
Last impression of a black hole.
& then I heard Jackson’s winding wisdom,
when he said, “Stand at attention!
I just hope that men’s pens help send men to heaven.
This script’s a curse & its a blessin’!”
& when I heard Jackson’s winding wisdom,
he said, “Stand at attention!
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I think I'll take the bait,
sleeping through Sunday.
But this is not the day for that -
no, not by a bear's nap,
not by a bird's map.
I think I need a penny to get me down the turnpike,
a steady hand to swing my fingers right.
So, light me up a cigarette, I'd like a say in the way I die.
Deaf, dumb & blind, I need a reason not to run -
I think I need a shotgun.
So hand me the chopsticks,
there's a fly I'd like to feast on.
Shotgun,
aiming at the bygones
to justify the long-con.
An eye for an eye, gone.
Diamond,
bloody in the red sun.
Oh, honey, who'd you kill for that?
& where's the body at?
But I'll spare the change,
because the money makes the man go down in flames
and I'm scared to let this air balloon inflate.
I trust only the earth to bear my weight.
Oh no, I think we took the bait,
sleeping through Sunday,
while at the gun range, we wait.
& oh no, isn't it such a bore
to not be not normal anymore?
& so accounted for
But, watch me try
to dig for breadcrumbs that I meant to leave behind,
to realize getting high was just a nightmare in disguise.
Deaf dumb & blind, I found a reason not to run -
I think I solved the problem.
I think I hear the skin drums, the canons spitting bombs.
So hand me those chopsticks,
theres a fly I'd like to feast on.
Shotgun,
aiming at the bygones
to justify the long-con.
An eye for an eye, gone.
Diamond,
bloody in the red sun.
Oh, honey, who'd you kill for that?
& where's the body at?
But I'll spare the change,
because the money makes the man go down in flames
and I'm scared to let this air balloon inflate.
I trust only the earth to bear my weight.
& I'll try to change,
because the flying man is falling, all the same.
& when I've lived a thousand years, then safely I will say,
"I think I'll be a millionaire, today."
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Brady O'Keefe Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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• Singer-Songwriter • Mix & Mastering Engineer
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