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First Born
05:06
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I am my parents' oldest one
I still have half their years young
But I'm catching up
I drank a few months gone
Trying to figure what I was running from
But I'll reckon it
The trumpets go and the people shout
"We're trying to figure what life's about"
And I found out
With broken teeth and broken bones
Buried in the yard out at home
And I'm saving up
Memories weigh more than gold
Things the banks cannot hold
I want it all
The trumpets go and the people shout
"We're trying to figure what life's about"
And I found out
Some thank God, and some the ground
And there's never enough sound
Until I come around
Until I come around
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2. |
People
05:10
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For the people that bring you back
From the people that made you bad
For the people that made you bad
When you're out of your mind on meds
On medicines
The colors swirl the same
It's a panic attack
And you're punching yourself down
Yourself down
For the people who bring you back
When your leg caught in the trap
It might leave a scar
But they don't really mind
They might sew it closed
And you're picking yourself up
Yourself up
For the people who bring you back
From the people who made you bad
Leave the shit where it's at
So the people can bring you back
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3. |
Submarines
03:41
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If I go
Down that slope
With depths uncharted
And pressure enough to choke
Me down
I really didn't see you
The first time
I saw you on that downtown street
We were just passing ghosts
I've always been afraid
Like a kid in a pool
In the shallow end all day long
I don't really seem different now
But if I go
Down that slope
With depths uncharted
And pressure enough to choke
Me down
But if I go
The undertow
With aims full hearted
Will I find submarines
To take me down
I really didn't feel you
The first time
I held you against my chest
We were just hugging ghosts
Fear and self loathing
Are the peaks of the hills
That I try to climb
Summiting isn't in my skill set
But if I go
Down that slope
With depths uncharted
And pressure enough to choke
Me down
But if I go
The undertow
With aims full hearted
Will I find submarines
To take me down
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4. |
Trenches
04:38
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Warming weather is destined to show
The song and the verse I write
When you're far away out seeing the world
With candy coated eyes I miss long
Deep in the trenches
Tonight we'll follow the river bank
To desolate distances only we know
When the other is lonely, missing home
The salt of the earth cries in tear duct oceans
We're tearing oceans
Deep in the trenches
Deep down in the darkest tone
Honey, I'll take care of my own
And though we're kept now talking on the phone
The view will shake our bones
On top of a postcard I write
The memories and stories jotted down all for me
And I toss them in the trenches
Throw them in the trenches
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5. |
Milwaukee
03:04
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The sun shines through the window shade
The dog licks himself never to lay
Silent
I prop myself up in the bed
The one we lay in as if we were dead
And missed our train
For a little while
I wrote this song for my Milwaukee
And through her years she grew to love me
She loved me
And all the while and for awhile
I have to admit that's not my style
But I might cave soon
For a little while
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10 & 2
04:14
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I am hiding out
At least I tell myself that
Look down look down
From the top floor to the ground
With my head towards the wall
And my hands at 10 and 2
Look there look there
It's not easy to share
"Hey, you're not dead!"
But I'm on the mend
Look out look out
Still figuring this shit out
My sadness can only grow
Only grow
If I allow it so
But ashes show
There's an end to know
An end to know
And a beginning to tow
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Muscle Memory
05:04
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I always seem to find the dusty place
The Badlands are caked in my shoes
Pull the shirt over my mouth
Some say the Devil might come out
Watch out now
Breathe deeply
Give up now
It's only muscle memory
I've got to find a way to burn this house down
Or sell it to the highest bidder
You won't find myself back on its' steps
The path that I've paved I've only wrecked
Watch out now
Breathe deepy
Give up now
It's only muscle memory
Like granddad westerns, we survived
And I pray I'm better for it
Bouts of crazy are behind me
And I'm finally realizing
Watch out now
Breathe deeply
Give up now
It's only muscle memory
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8. |
Boy, Water
04:24
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I don't make
A lot of mistakes
Just the same one
Over and over
Slamming my hand
Into the door
Over and over, over again
Try your best
To spell it out
I'm just a painter
Painting a painter
The first coat's over
Round the edge
Over and over, over again
So why don't you let me know
That you have gone and let me go
Make up your mind
Your thoughts electric
Building blocks
Out of the toy chest
Am I a fool?
Am I a failure?
Time will tell
I shouldn't have stayed here
You're not all bad
I hope me too
Written out
For the textbooks
You've got your's
I've got mine
Over and over, over again
So why don't you let me know
That you have gone and let me go
Buried deep
Into the ground
No need for a headstone
To be found
I don't plan to visit
And nor do you
I say it's the end
And so do you
So do you
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Silent Old Mtns. Frederick, Maryland
A band for 11 years running and best friends for twice as long, Silent Old Mtns. has warmed the hearts of many with the approachable sincerity of their energetic live shows and their policy of treating fans as family. The Mtns. have released two studio albums, Velvet Raccoon and Gary, and have given countless high-fives and thumbs-ups. ... more
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