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WORRIED UGLY
Sometimes I think I’ve lost
What used to be my cost and currency
Hop scotch string skipper
Just another tongue twister
Resistance, resistance
The gig is up, my targets blurry but
Business is business
The blame reflects straight back at me
I was worried
Could have got ugly, pretty bad, pretty fast
Too little, too late, out of town, out of state
We were THIS close to missing THAT train
Could have got ugly
I’ve got so many keys to keep me company
Still I was lonely and they were never eager to talk
Till slowly it showed me
If ever stuck in stubborn sands - change the locks
And to worry now just sounds silly
I feel unworthy still unwilling to stop
Cause when it’s dead on, bull’s eye view head on
I’m humbled at the world’s loss
It could have got ugly
We should have lost our everything
Pretty bad, pretty fast
Count my blessings born of a curse
As if everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
Now I don’t worry
Those narcissists, what arrogance
A list of insignificance
Its evident that ends permit our bliss to blossom
When all our friends move onto better things
We’ll be alone, but harmony is
All the more reason not to worry
I couldn’t stand the static for one more second
The pull, the draw, the force that a southern coast beckoned
Filled in the distance which had ripped us aptly apart
Finished the black bear pause in a racehorse heart
It could have got ugly
We should have lost our everything
Pretty bad, pretty fast
Count my blessings born of a curse
As if everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
Now I don’t worry
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THE EPIC SONG
I’ve been keeping hushed,
I’ve been staying mum as of late
Its not a matter of losing voice
or having nothing to say
I’ve got a mouth that sews the seeds
For every half truth the land sprouts up weeds
For every day done another spore’s fed
Till rather than banter, there’s briar instead
Don’t let that one leave that hell of a home
Keep it to add to the skeleton’s wardrobe
His closets packed, more or less just the same
Sewn lips stitched shut where secrets are safe
You know I was a liar, I’m out and over shame
I had a cross to carry, I had a head to hang
Ox with cloven hoof, harlot without her pay
I’m up there on that list, I’m down there in their rank
Like a game of Russian roulette, lacking that lucky bullet
The thrill is killed when nothing comes from it
Have all of my efforts
And therein lack of
For pain or pleasure
Been in vain?
I’m so vain
Its never enough, lips curl from smile to snarl so fast
She’s cast us in shade, oh the shame
It seems to be its safe to say: I’m setting sail at storms at bay
To rhythmic childish singsong steps
Ashes to dust my kingdom’s spent
Sometimes I swear I hear her moan
Sung to the tune of a mute tone
Play dead, go for the throat
Singe off the ends, make that spark smoke
I wanted to see the good so bad
I’d cross out the stumps to black out the past
Now I don’t wait for love or hate
I just, I just, I just….
Fuck eating, fuck sleep, less I’ve got less I need
I’m out of the game but still up on my feet
Who needs a hand in this process of dealing
I’ve got everything I need
You know me best, I don’t study I cheat
I don’t need luck, I’ve got tricks up my sleeve
Rigged dice, darts, chips, cards
I’ve got everything I need
Have all of my efforts
And therein lack of
For pain or pleasure
Been in vain?
Its never enough, lips curls from smile to snarl so fast
she’s cast us in shade
oh the shame
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CARVE THAT CRAP
I’ve spent more time planning
My wake than my wedding
Only to find that I won’t be attending
Bride to be, hide and seek out for a future
Resign me, inevitable loser
We carried that same weight
A burden of past dues
Lungs like lifesavers
The last thing to hold onto
But what keeps you up at nights
Not something you can touch
I know what you’re not feeling,
Fellow bankrupt
I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You’ve got to take what you’ve been given
And carve the crap away
She said it best, confessed to console
Those first chapters near captured us sad bastards whole
As a token, a memoir, a story she wrote
I’m loaned a past when I need one retold
Scars are scars and that’s all they are
But so far it’s so hard to discharge what I’ve barred
From a hateful heart
I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You’ve got to take what you’ve been given
And carve that crap away
Didn’t want in anyway
I’ve spent more time planning
My wake than my wedding
We all hate your band
So let’s all stop pretending!
Stick to routine, make your men like machines
I believe it to be, obscene in the least
If that’s the least you can be
I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You’ve got to take what you’ve been given
And carve that crap away
You’ve got to take what you’ve been given
And carve away
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Before You Loved Me
02:24
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BEFORE YOU LOVED ME
You stuck with me, you paid me proof
That you were man enough to know what to do
You take the time to do it right
The was nothing before
Before you loved me
You stuck with me, I made it anything but easy
You did all the things I couldn't do until my condition improved
You take the time to do it right
Life didn't start before
Before you loved me
We could be happy
You made me come clean
I felt like nothing
Before you loved me
You take the time to do it right
There was nothing before
Before you loved me, we could be happy
Life came to life through and through
I swear I'll marry you
You took the time
You stuck with me
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Rat Race
04:16
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R A T R A C E
All that’s left is a couple photos
Maybe even less
We always made the dumbest poses
I don’t remember the rest
All I’ve to show for is few photos at best
I don’t know how the story goes
I never was impressed by my…
Flea size, my black eyes, my complaints dressed to the vein
Bull fighters in that china shop couldn’t keep me tame
My embarrassment drips blood and sweat, that same ol’ ball and chain
Down there we ran that damn rat race
I am my own punch line
I laugh away the doubt
I’ll go to great lengths not to say it
But it’s worse not to convey it
My Chesire grin twists up and out
Flea size, my black eyes, my complaints dressed to the vein
Bull fighters in that china shop couldn’t keep me caged
My embarrassment, my silhouette, my prime firing range
Yeah, down there we ran that damn rat race
So many bodies, all so wanting
So many parties, all so hungry
I am stifled, I choked, I line dominoes
I can’t do this any better or on my own
One man’s trash, one man’s treasure
Another sea, another desert
Now we’re in this together
I can’t help but hide once it was my…
Flea size, my black eyes, my tail tucked between my legs
Bull fighter’s in this china shop never looked so sane
My embarrassment drips blood and sweat, a wishbone and choke chain
Yeah, back then we ran that damn rat race
I am my own punch line
I laugh away the doubt
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6. |
Less Than Zero
02:43
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LESS THAN ZERO
Ink spits and splatters across the page
A Rorschach test
what’s the best way to convey
This ticking time bomb
It’s like I’m doing this all wrong
Time waits for no one
Time waits for no one
I’m seeing the point less and less and less
Seeing the point less and less
Less than zero, too much a mess
Less than zero, so much less
It spits and splatters across the page
Life imitates something Steadman would paint
Tip my dunce cap crown
Quit putting you down
Said quit putting you down
Quit putting yourself down
I’m seeing the point less and less and less
Seeing the point less and less
Less than zero, too much a mess
Less than zero, so much less
Less than zero
The sky turned grey
And black and blue
The sky turned grey
What to do. . .?
I’m seeing the point less and less
I’m seeing the point less and less
Less than zero, too much a mess
Less than zero, so much less
Less than zero
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Harlequin Jones Los Angeles, California
Conjuring piano based eerie rock, jazz, blues and dark cabaret songs in Los Angeles, CA
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