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Birthday Party
02:33
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Hold it back until November
It orbits my body
Until I see it and remember
Where my heroes fell
Tried my hand at pretending
At that first birthday party
Mom wanted to feel normal
But I felt like hell
Now that place is long gone
With those pictures from prom
We bury the truth
Where the truth don’t belong
Oh my god what a sight
It gets all brought to light
But the daylight don’t last all that long
Hold my breath when they pass by
Hope no one can see me
Taking good men at their word
Has gotten me nowhere
Humming hymns from my past life
The ink starts to bleed
Angels sing like a gunshot
Let earth be stripped bare
I am angry, not sad
And I miss my damn dad
Somebody owes me the old life that I had
Oh my god, what a sight
I won’t be home tonight
I don’t know when I’ll be coming back
I’m putting my drink down and walking outside
There’s a void in the sky of immeasurable size
I’m more bitter and angrier than I had realized
Let me find myself under its eye
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2. |
Earth Gets Torn
03:10
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I hope you never have to choose
Being loved or being happy
If I could be either again
I hope my friends don’t all forget me
I’m so scared of being in and not of
Am I all that hard to love
I hope you never have to choose
Being home or being free
If I could be either again
I’d hope no one remembers me
I’m so sick of being told the costs
Surely not all things stay lost
I feel the wind pick up
Fire falls and the earth gets torn
I didn’t find you in the storm
I hope that when the trumpet sounds
They just skip my place in the harvest
Leave me in the wet ground
Let me roam the earth in the darkness
I’ll dig a home out beneath the cliff
This isn’t how I pictured it
I feel the wind pick up
Fire falls and the earth gets torn
I didn’t find you in the storm
So if you sing,
make sure you get the words right
and a war
Ain’t the same thing as a good fight
Never leave a place
The same way I found it
You can bet your ass
I’m still bitter about it
I feel the wind pick up
Think I’ve had enough, then
Fire falls and the earth gets torn
I didn’t find you in the storm
Or anywhere I thought I needed you.
I didn’t find you.
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3. |
1 AM
03:47
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Angry boys, holes in walls
Answer crying when sister calls
Happy birthday, sorry everything is gone
Devised a plan, sold the house
Put it back how it was found
I’m the last one left here now that it’s all done
And I thought of the apartment
Where we held ourselves together
Wondering where the hell you are now
But thinking not knowing was better
And I thought of my intentions
I avoided all along
I don’t know what I could have saved
Or if it’d still go wrong
Now uncertainty is a weaker form of hope
That’s the best that I can do.
Angry men, never call
Were we ever here at all
Happy memories with a scratch across the lens
1 AM, the porch outside
Smoked a cigarette I
Thought nothing ever will feel comfortable again
And I thought about Ralph Dibney
In the issue where he died
None of the writers know who killed him
None of them know why
And I thought of David’s son
How God kills him to teach a lesson
And I got down on my knees
And gave that house one last confession
Saying I am fucking sick and tired of being a secondary character
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4. |
Disappear
03:04
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Don’t want to be sad if it means I'm an asshole
Don’t want to be happy if it means that I’m wrong
Sometimes the most familiar song's the only one that can help you
Sometimes all I remember is my own selfish song
Just know that if I’m angry, that it's for the right reasons
I don’t want to evolve into something worth believing
Sometimes all that I want is for the car to pull over
And to make a big scene so someone will see
I'm not shaken,
Not even a little
Shift back into drive
And watch my taillights disappear
I don’t want to leave here if it means you’ll have comfort
I don't want the last word to crawl out of your throat
Sometimes when you open your mouth I dream a river would climb in
And then pray that you would listen, but know that you won’t
If I'm shaking
It might be the spirit
Ill shift back into drive
And watch your houselights disappear
It’s been a long-ass day I am tired of fighting
And you’re a snake oil salesman, can't everyone tell
When every meaning I’ve made is affected and dying
What the hell kind of heaven are you trying to sell
It’s been a long ass day and I am tired of fighting
God can be convinced if I read it myself
When every meaning you make is infected and dying
What the hell kind of heaven are you trying to sell
I'm not shaken
Not even a little
I’m glad I’m alive
For once, I’ll gladly disappear
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5. |
Oh Great Annihilator
04:28
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Let the bruises billow up like a storm
Let the flood come like it has before
Let my mom cry in the office
When she has no idea what to do
Let the congregation fall on their knees
Let a word from God come like a wind through the trees
When the scaffolding falls off the building
Let me be happy and perfect and new
Open wide your mouth
Let the end of all things pour right out
Any joy that I’ve found is in you
Let me smile as my head hits the floor
Let mercy come like light from under the door
Let me circle the drain like an insect
As they try to keep everyone calm
Let me rise so everyone can see
Let the weight become greater than I think it can be
Let them have it all laid out for them clearly
Like some astral design on their palms
Open wide your mouth
Let the end of all things pour right out
Any joy that I’ve found is in you
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6. |
Menthol
03:21
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Driving back to mom's house
For the first time since Thanksgiving
In the last thing I can call my own
Through a fog that isn't lifting
Watching scenery just disappear
As quickly as it came
Try to say I'd do things differently
Don't believe a word I say
Every ley line that I find just leads toward the same sad end
Don't want to die like Caesar all surrounded by his friends
And I have been running on empty
And all I do's been done before
The taste of cedar, pine, and menthol
Between these hackneyed hymns, I'm torn
All the boxes from somebody else
The height marks by the door
All the beds that used to be mine
But they're not mine anymore
Well I guess I'll see you later
Who can really know
May our absences be temporary
Everywhere we go
Well I guess I live for free now
So why the hell not
Strap myself in for forever
Never ever getting caught
There are lights on in the window
Of your new studio apartment
Where you'll sit and know exactly why
Nobody called this year
Stewing in every bad habit
That has put you there regardless
All the objects in the mirror
Closer than they all appear
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7. |
Come Out Fine
03:45
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Ship set to conquer the earth
Always get the enemy wrong
Better the devil you don’t know
Than the one that was there all along
The easy part is running away
Chase down everything you lack
Not everyone will still be here
Whenever you decide to come back
There is no ending in which this will come out fine
But I haven’t felt this good in a long time
Used to be so scared no one would know me
Now I’m scared to be recognized
I'm finally seeing the difference
Between my darkness and my lights
No more speaking for my own voice
No more loving for myself
I’ve got a few swings still within me
Somebody ring the damn bell
I’m want to fight like in my dream
But land every punch
And mean each word I say
When they try to call my bluff
I’ll stare at the void in the middle
And not act appalled
It’s death that makes life
Mean anything at all
(If you sing, make sure you get the words right,
And a war ain't the same thing as a good fight)
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Midcard Austin, Texas
Midcard is a rock band from Austin, TX.
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