1. |
Rogue Waves
03:22
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And I’m alone, I’m alone at sea
Uh huh huh
And ain’t nobody nobody
Come to save me
Uh huh huh
And out of nowhere nowhere
What do I see
Yeah it was it was a
Rogue Wave, rogue wave
Comin at me 100ft high
Rogue Wave, rogue wave
Comin at me 100ft high
And we always talk about it,
But we never change it
I know we can’t
Go on like this
And we always talk about it,
But we never change it
Why don’t you just
Shut the fuck up
Make it, Make it
Right, yeah
Make it, make it
Right, It was a
Rogue Wave, rogue wave
Comin at me 100ft high
Rogue Wave, rogue wave
Comin at me 100ft high
Rogue Wave, rogue wave
Comin at me 100ft high
Rogue Wave, rogue wave
Comin at me 100ft high
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2. |
Isn't It
03:20
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You think you need me when I’m gone
You think I love that small tattoo
I don’t care, I don’t care what you do
You think that I can’t catch my breath
I think that I can’t catch a break
They say they say It’ll all
make sense in time
And I’m walking it off
And I’m trying it out
They say it’ll all make sense
I’ve got my doubts
This isn’t it, This isn’t it
This is not where I am at
This isn’t it, This isn’t it
This is not where I am at
Well you keep callin' out my name,
But I can’t answer you this time
You’ll be alright, you’ll be alright
Here tonight
And I wonder just how long
Before you say we’ll get there soon
And I’m running, and I’m running just to get to where
You think I am
This isn’t it, This isn’t it
This is not where I am at
This isn’t it, This isn’t it
This is not where I am at
And I wonder just how long,
Until you say we’ll get there soon
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3. |
Texture
03:18
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And I smoke like a block cutting saw
And I drink like an old sycamore tree
And if you could just wave a wand
We could all pretend it is a dream
La da da da Yeah
It’s a heavy hand to hold
Theres a lot to unpack there
You’re an empty vessel if you don’t
Hold anything at all (At all)
There were times
when everything
had a texture
Like a dream
And I scream like siren in your rearview
And I think how I hope Aristotle would
And If you would just pick a trailhead
We could all continue with the scene
La da da da yeah
And we come so close
After that its Twin Peaks
Just a curf of the blade away,
But it’s still the wrong stone
There was times
when everything
had a texture
Like a dream
There was light
Casting spectrums
On silver carpets
Hands were smaller
Things were brighter
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4. |
Poor Boy
02:11
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Poor boy, poor boy where’d you get them blues
Poor boy, poor boy where’d you get them blues
You know it’s hard
walkin in them shoes
Yeah How many more miles
You got left in them old ragged boots?
Poor boy, poor boy swing that hammer hard
Poor boy, poor boy swing that hammer hard
You know that sun
Sure is hot them summer days
Yeah there’s work left to be done
And I hope your back don’t break
Last dime, last dime in my hand again
Last dime, last dime in my hand again
You know it’s hard
Livin’ life without a cent
Sometimes it makes you wonder
How you gonna pay the rent?
Poor boy, poor boy lonely nights are long
Poor boy, poor boy lonely nights are long
You know you got the kind of love that
Makes the whole house groan
Poor boy, poor boy lonely nights are long
Poor boy, poor boy lonely nights are long
You know you got the kind of love that
Makes the whole house groan
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5. |
Morning Read
03:05
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I took your eyes
with the stroke of my brush
And your ears
With the strings, I don’t touch
And your fear
Just the pride of a lion
Staring right at your soul
Fortune gets forfeited when your content to be here now
The place that you desire is just a manifest of fire
And I think that’s no place for you
No place for (You)
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6. |
Anhedonia
03:54
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And the system
Is not connected
And the screen just
Just reads ERROR
And the code is
Code is broken
Spelled out in 1’s and 0’s
Comin off
Turning on
This is not
My shit
And I’m feeling
So down
And It’s really
All my fault
There’s so long to be quiet
And there’s just now
To be LOUD
Comin off
Turning on
This is not
My shit
And it makes no difference
And it makes no sense
And it makes no difference
And it makes no sense
And it makes no difference
And it makes no sense
And it makes no difference
And it makes no sense
And it makes no difference
And it makes no, makes no, makes no, makes no sense
Ah Yeah
And it makes no difference
And it makes no sense
And it makes no difference
And it makes no sense
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7. |
Late
04:57
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And I’m a-goin'
Way down south
As fast as I can go
To those loblolly pines
Black cypress water
Sandy soil
And it’s been so long
Since I’ve been where I’m bound
Yeah I’m going for something I lost
I didn’t want to go on without
And I was too late to say hello
So I’ve come
To say goodbye
Yeah I met your boy
Yeah and he is gonna be alright
It’s a hard feeling to hold on to
And it’s a heavy weight on my heart
And wherever you have gone to
You're going with my love
I waited too long to come back
And time you can’t get back
Once it’s gone
Thank you for those sweet Georgia summers
Yeah this place won’t be the same
Now that you're not around
And I was too late to say hello
So I’ve come
To say goodbye
Yeah I met your boy
Yeah and he is gonna be alright
It’s a hard feeling to hold on to
And it’s a heavy weight on my heart
And wherever you have gone to
You're going with my love
I’ll help carry you to
Somewhere
Where you can get some rest
And I’ll be sure to bring back with me
Some pink peonies next
time that I come back
And I was too late to say hello
So I’ve come
To say goodbye
Yeah I met your boy
Yeah and he is gonna be alright
It’s a hard feeling to hold on to
And it’s a heavy weight on my heart
And wherever you have gone to
You're going with my love
As carried on the wind
The North blew in the rain
And the sky cried
The whole way up 75
To know
You wouldn’t be back this way again
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8. |
Even
04:43
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I'm going
Alone this time
Like a fist
Another red stop sign
Too slow on the draw
We’ll go up and down town before long
Too slow
You can time my steps
My secret
(and even)
Is going back and forth in my head
(and even)
And in this place I keep it
I keep it,
Safe
And even though
I don’t think it does
(and even)
I don’t think it does much good
(even)
Talkin bout’ it now
Talkin bout’ it
We’ll dress in light layers
Cause we don’t know where goin’
But at least we can’t get lost
If we don’t know where we’re goin’
We’ll dress in light layers
Just like rips in the river
There go the days of our lives
Every sunset you missed
Every person you fucked
Every time that you tried
Everyone that you trust
Every bridge that you burned
That you now swim across
Every postcard you got and eventually tossed
Every book that you read
And the pictures you took
Even the ones of me with that new Sharpie look
Every time that we tried and felt it was no good
I just did it for you cause you said that we
Should
And even though
I don’t think it does
(and even)
I don’t think it does much good
(even)
Talkin bout’ it now
Talkin bout’ it
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9. |
Chestnut Grove
04:04
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ell way back now in old West Virginia
Stood an orchard proud and tall
And way back in 1910
My Grandad only paid $10 for it all
Oh for these
Good few acres
Of some old
Chinese chestnuts
They were made strong
More precious to me
Than any red cedar
Well yes indeed Grandad was a beekeeper
Had himself about 75 hives
I can still hear the honey-sweet sound of their wings
Caught high in the leaves
I can still see them if I close my eyes
And Grandad used to sell them all the way down to Richmond
Yeah there's no going back there now
They’ve all died from the sickness,
Or been cut down
I’m the only one
I’m the only one that keeps them now
I’m the only one
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10. |
Catch Your Sweet Soul
04:13
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From all these positions
Your still caught offsides
With no disposition
You suddenly sigh
Fairness and justice
Are all set-aside
The beating hearts empty
Just from your sights
And I’ll be there
Simply to catch your sweet soul
And I’ll be there
Simply to catch your sweet soul
So come hold hands with Elvis
Let’s sing about grace (grace)
We got plenty of stringed ones
Some you can bang
There’s no judgment in this room
At least not from my eyes
We’ve seen big ones, and tall ones, and strong ones,
Heard all of the lies
And I’ll be there
Simply to catch your sweet soul
And I’ll be there
Simply to catch your sweet soul
We’ll tap around all of them
In past the walls
Over the mountain
Under the falls
I can’t promise much more (more)
Than we will be safe
Until stricken by others
Myself I can blame
And I’ll be there
Simply to catch your sweet soul
And I’ll be there
Simply to catch your sweet soul
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11. |
Cream
03:16
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I’ve been walking down
This road for so long
Can’t seem to find
My way off
Heaven help me
I’m your long-lost son
In the garden
With the snakes and apples
I’m a-comin' down your street
Traveled many long miles
Howlin songs up at the moon
With the cold street lights on black leather
Enter my heart
With thunder and fire
I'm a creepin’ up your steps
Under shadows, steeples, and boughs
7 knocks on your door
In the midnight hour
St.Stephen don’t
You look my way
You’re not the one
To cast no stones
Body’s weary, but
love knows no rest
Light a fire
Let’s turn cream to butter honey
Enter my heart
With thunder and fire
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12. |
Hour of the Wolves
02:58
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It’s the hour of the wolves
Cries at midnight
Goodbye sun
It’s a choir
Of the sirens
Outside
Churchbell tolls
And won’t you help me out, my brother
If you can
Oh won’t you help me out, my brother
If you can
It’s the witching hour
In the dark
And time doesn’t flow
Like it did
When we were young
We were young
We were young
We were young
And the ghosts
Creep in the windows
I hear them singin'
Their lonesome song
And the cast iron
Casts its shadows
Oh, just like
it’s always done
And won’t you help me out, my brother
If you can
Oh won’t you help me out, my brother
If you can
And The Horned God
Is in the street light
I’ve seen him all
In a curtain of mist
Between the land
Of the living and the damned
I’ll meet him
Once again
(Howling Sounds)
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Dreaded Mids Cincinnati, Ohio
We are an alternative rock band from Cincinnati, Ohio. We play anything we want to hear!
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