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Biggest Fear
02:47
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Wake up, make some coffee
A picture perfect day in San Francisco
Wait, fuck, I’m still in Jersey
When am I gonna get out of this shithole?
Go to the bathroom, look in the mirror
Is that a wrinkle underneath my eye?
I can’t afford that, I gotta stay young
The whispers might start otherwise
My girlfriend says, “Count your blessings
You’re really feeling sorry for yourself again!”
Maybe she’s right, I’ve been an asshole
That’s probably why I ain’t got no friends
“Try to be normal, try to fake it
Go to a party, and just have some fun!”
But they don’t realize when you’re teetotaling
Some things are easier said than done
My biggest fear is being a has-been
I just wanna find something I can believe in
I can’t remember the last time I cried
And the funny thing is that I sometimes try
But I read this book that said boys don’t cry
Except on the day that their daddy dies
I wish I could have a conversation
That doesn’t end in pure frustration
Sometimes I wish I still had you to talk to
You walked right out of my life
Never looking back
But I still remember how it used to be
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2. |
Anywhere But America
03:37
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Hey, señorita
Don’t you come around here no more
I fall to pieces
When you walk through the door
Oh, what I wouldn’t give
Just to touch you once
But in my heart, I know
That I’d tremble too much
Another rainy day
Lost in Amsterdam
I take my mind there
When I’m not sure who I am
Intoxicated by the light
That’s in your eyes
If I were younger
Then perhaps I’d try
Sometimes I wish I was anywhere but America (America)
The days are filled with such despair in America (America)
And you can barely see the stars in America (America)
I think I’d be more at home on Mars than America (America)
Hey, señorita
I wish you’d come around here once more
I fell to pieces
That time you slammed the door
Intoxicated by the light
That’s in your eyes
If we were younger
Then perhaps I’d try
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3. |
False Prophets
02:48
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Tell me, friend
Do you fear death?
I think about it every night
And wait with bated breath
For I have yet
To live a single day
Toiling each night
In tortuous obscurity
There are false prophets
Living among us
And we must avert
Their treacherous lies
The angry proletariat
They haunt these streets at night
Silently lamenting their
Fortuneless lot in life
And I’ve been known
To walk amongst them too
‘Though there were times I questioned
Whether my motives were true
There are false prophets
Living among us
And we must avert
Their treacherous lies
They seek to divide us
By color and status
But we’re not blind ‘til we
Gouge out our eyes
In the dark corners and alleyways
Where love gives way to fear
A single rose is growing
Nourished by the children’s tears
And somewhere deep in the valley
An old woman tends her garden
And she’s the only one who knows
That the revolution’s started
And when the day of judgement comes
Tell me where you’ll stand
On the side of justice
Or with blood upon your hands?
For I have seen
You cower in the night
Terrified that your secrets
Will be brought to the light (light)
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4. |
Three Cheers
03:46
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Ain't you gonna be cold down there
When we all go home today?
Ain't you gonna get bored down there
When all your friends have gone away?
And when I knew you
You were so larger than life
So now this stillness
Just don't seem right
And where did we go
When the summer came around?
And after school
When the rain was pouring down?
Human kindness is a rarity these days
But you were always kind to me
I'll miss your laugh and your sly smile too
No one condescended quite like you
That gleam in your eyes may have just gone out
But it will live on in those you touched, I have no doubt
And in the end
You had nothing left to give
Three cheers
For a life well lived
I was taken back to those American summers
When we were younger, and the sky was so blue
And who was always there with a drink in her hand
And that maniacal laugh, always you, always you
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Our best intentions
Can tear the world asunder
We conquer the skies
But the bird lose their wonder
And all the poor boys
And all the poor girls
Are coming of age
In this fictitious world
I'll shout this creed
With my very last breath
“Give me analogue
Or give me death!”
Give me strings
Give me brass
Give me real
Make it last forever
Reach out your window
Let the rain fall upon your hand
Hear a clap of thunder
Then perhaps you'll understand
That all the blind boys
And all the deaf girls
Are coming of age
In this beautiful world
Have we lost our souls
Along the way
Have we let our dreams
Slip away?
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Stagnation
04:21
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We were married
In the spring, 1951
The daisies were in bloom
And the World War had been won
I may have loved you once
I'm really not quite sure
The only thing I know
I loved that bottle more
It's hard to say just when
The dream began to die
Was it the night that Khrushchev
Lit up the northern sky?
Or was it that summer day
Man walked on the moon
When we realized
That our love was doomed?
Never “Good morning,” or “Good night”
Just pass me a cigarette
And we can watch the years evaporate
With the ashes of regret
And if these walls could talk
I wonder what they'd say
About the everlasting love
That they watched slip away
Late nights I'd come home
To find you lying there
In your dressing gown
With cobwebs in your hair
Lost track of all the promises
I failed to keep
And how many nights
You cried yourself to sleep
The years in this hell
We're more than you could bare
‘Til that morning when you
Found me lying there
And through the hugs and tears
And sympathetic words
You felt a whole new feeling
Begin to emerge
And I'm sorry for the awful things
That I have said and done
And for the years that I subjected you
To a life of stagnation
And if these walls could talk
I wonder what they'd say
About the little bird who found her wings
And flew away, hey, hey, hey
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Goodbye, my sweet Anna
It's the Flemish Cap for me
Another two months toiling
With the drunkards out at sea
And if you become too lonesome
You can seek another man
I know that it gets lonely
Back on land, I understand
And when and if I get back home
I'll look the other way
True love is not a luxury
Enjoyed by those at sea
But Anna I know you could never hurt me
You're a saint trapped in a Gloucesterwoman's body
And nothing you could ever do
Could get me to stop loving you
I want so badly to die in your arms, not out at sea
Oh woe is me
Anna, it's been three weeks
And I long for your embrace
I bet right now you're hanging stockings
On the fireplace
The awful brutes on this ship
Hardly know a woman's touch
Nor do they know the poetry
That we both love so much
And right now I'd give anything
To just be safe from harm
Sitting by the fire
Buried deep inside your arms
'Cause Anna I know you could never hurt me
You're a saint trapped in a Gloucesterwoman's body
And nothing you could ever do
Could get me to stop loving you
I want so badly to die in your arms, not out at sea
Oh woe is me
Now the wind is howling
And Poseidon's making haste
I fear that I may never again
See your lovely face
And if by Christmastime
I am a victim of the sea
Be sure the children don't forget
To say a prayer for me
And if I should never see
Your lovely face again
Rest assured, you'll always be
My most beautiful friend
But Anna I know you'd never forget me
You're a saint trapped in a Gloucesterwoman's body
And nothing you could ever do
Could get me to stop loving you
I want so badly to die in your arms, not out at sea
Oh woe is me
credits
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9. |
I, George Newton
03:11
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10. |
The Beast
03:44
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Hello bars
Hello bed
Hello secret garden
You might not remember me
The last time
You saw me
I was in captivity
No, you wouldn't remember me
And it's as if I never left
And nearly drank myself to death
And if we're here on borrowed time
Let's borrow some more
Uneven sidewalks
Trip me up as I walk
Over Crocodile Bridge
The rain falls upon the beast
As he lays there fast asleep
And it is always best
To let him sleep
And it's as if I never left
And nearly drank myself to death
And if we're here on borrowed time
Let's borrow some more
'Cause I haven't felt this calm and clear
In God knows how many years
And all I wanna do
Is make it last
But it won't last
And time will pass
Taking with it any trace
Of what we had
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Kieran Tintle Sacramento, California
Kieran Tintle is a singer-songwriter based in Northern California. He was previously the lead singer, bassist, and co-songwriter for the New Jersey punkabilly band, "The Downrights."
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