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Strega Nona
06:20
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So, board up the doors for the winter, if not a glitter may escape the gold
The naysayer's claims grow familiar, but not all who shiver know the cold, you know
The flowers came & went, the flowers came and went, again
If we let coyotes mind the doors, we've let the wolves in
You run & gunner; lead foot until the brakes stop braking
With a cruel correlation of lists & limitations
A mistake made is only honest to the maker
But ooo, Strega Nona, an empty plate was no place for your faith
Across the walls, a plan I'd laid
I came back and smelled the wet paint
&, damn, be it pleasure, be it pain
The days all burned the same
So if I want to break bread, I should learn to bake, first
If I want to break bread, I should learn to bake, first
The door's locked, so save the knocking for some kung-fu
I've got a dead horse on my floor to beat until I see some hooves move
But, these old bones don't dance like they used to
Its too late for voodoo, this Truman's doomed to live & die by the moon
Across the walls, a plan I'd laid
I came back and smelled the wet paint
&, damn, be it pleasure, be it pain
The days all burned the same
Sweet sativa, bring the demons out of me
But, keep the Irish goodbyes
Strega Nona, keep the sword from my side
But, don't you say I don't know sacrifice
Keep the dopamine clean, and the fool's gold in sight
& pack a tiny, little suitcase for a tiny, little life
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2. |
Crawl's Pace
03:54
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Standing straight is farther than it used to seem, away
You say you miss me when you're with me and I'd say the same
I'm in the crawlspace, escaping at a crawl's pace
Another unsaved change, another day I will stay
Were we so broken?
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
Ooo, what could I say to get through to you?
Another unsaved change, another day I will stay
Were we so broken?
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
03:36
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Evil, in the water like a life boat
Call your doctor when your high's low
"Its peaceful” - last impression of a black hole
Ooo, tell me your mantra
Sell me something I can take home
Draw me up a smile
Put me in your puppet show ~ a little tip-toe
Back, when I heard Jackson's winding wisdom
He said, "Stand at attention
I just hope that men's pens help to send men to heaven
This script's a curse & its a blessing"
When I heard Jackson's winding wisdom
He said, "Stand at attention"
Maybe we hail from another dimension
But, if we're in too deep, maybe the best way up is down
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4. |
U & U (Side A)
03:19
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Lift up all the makeup, let me see you through your own eyes
You must be the finest way to wake up
The way you shake the sleep from mine
& if your heart is not beating right, its alright
I will open up my own & hope my hold is not a squeeze too tight
Look around & meet your canvas
There's beauty, only if you paint it so
You were all I thought of, today
You & you alone
Off the rails
Thought I was born for them, but, oh well
I never knew high, 'till I fell, & I fell
Purgatory's burning, just one day ago, felt a little cold for hell
You left me sitting in my own lane, bumper to bumper
You know I'm a runner, I don't sit well
I recall that conversation down to the stutters
& if your heart is not beating right, its alright
I will open up my own & hope my hold is not a squeeze too tight
I recall that conversation down to the stutters
It did not go so well
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5. |
U & U (Side B)
02:14
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I've seen blue & I've seen red
No cool left to lose, you saw me lose my mind, instead
You have seen the poison pass through my lips
But, I've seen beauty
& I have been in beauty's wake
& so a little bit of everything will change
Woke up to God & the Devil
Duking it out in the details
I woke up alone
I woke up alone
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6. |
Quiet Game
00:49
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7. |
School Bus (Side A)
04:19
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Brake lights swarm the dying morning
I taste toothpaste, give or take, 100 feet behind a school bus
Stumbling down the avenue
Not a clue
My bloodshot, blue-green eyes, they took their views
Not a hothead, not a harried hotrod could see it to pass through that humble, flashing sign
And there, lies the common care we hide
And we hide
3 cheers 4 the internet!
Hooray ! ! 1
Who's still left in the quiet game?
Who's next in blame for the daily doomsdays of every poor man's Hemingway?
Is it you?
Hey, let's live in fear of Monday
Let's watch our parents work their lives away, and hey, lets do the same
It don't seem so painful, no
Are you losing patience with the cool kids?
Taking their candids not so candidly, singing, "Everybody look at me!
I'm your cup of tea! Don't I seem so tasteful?" ...no
Small talk with a dead man; I don't have the heart to tell him, yet
Head off to bed, my friend, lay your severed head to rest
Every good tree knows its best to fall with an audience
And I think you missed your chance
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8. |
School Bus (Side B)
02:29
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Let's keep our keepsakes safe
Fix what's fine until it broke
Safe for keepsake's sake
Correct me if I'm wrong
Its a good rain to have a roof, in
A good noose not to loosen
Until you fall
Down goes the mountain
& down I'm going, too
With everything I own
Oh, I'm swallowed whole
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9. |
Tangle
02:36
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Passive as a looking glass
Though the batteries powering me need a change & need it fast
& So, the mornings pass no slower than the evenings
& the sun begins to flicker, 'til the year has passed
How many now is that?
Our knot was nearly freed, last night, again
Is a love only loose ends we tangle 'til we're strangled & snipped?
You were choking on the fire you were breathing
I was poking at the dragon like some clumsy king
But, when I fled the room, I heard our smothered flame
Echo, loudly, down the hallway
A symphony, escaping you
Without a word, you spoke the truth
I heard the smile you were coughing through
It's taken tearing down the banisters to leave us reminded
The railing was no place for balancing
The railing was no place for balancing
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Brady O'Keefe Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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• Singer-Songwriter • Mix & Mastering Engineer
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