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Machine
02:52
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I wake up every morning, now that's a fuckin lie.
I wake up in the afternoon, i cannot sleep at night,
it started when you called me, i let it ring right through,
the message that you left me, devastating but still true
I can't tell why
We're undefined
I am just a machine to you
Well, I laid down there beside you, and i set a late alarm
laying broken in your bedroom has really lost it's charm
we've been awake for 90 minutes, our heads out of control,
you asked if we're finished, but still wanted to hold
me through the night
what a sorry sight
I am just a machine to you
holding on to the memories of every negativity
is this our plain reality?
or are we a couple of casualties?
when I love you and i hate you sounds the
same when sprayed out through gritted teeth,
you just want whistles, whirs and beeps,
of this old junked out love machine.
well you hated me,
but honestly,
you can hug and kiss this me…..
kiss me goodbye.
I AM JUST A MACHINE TO YOU
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The Great Unseen
03:50
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i put my phone on silent last night so i could not hear next to my bed,
and i guess i slept through her calls but i don't care i was dreaming of her instead.
i don't have much to complain about, i just thought of better waves ahead,
it's just that glint in your eye it is just mischievous enough to turn me red.
So Fuck romeo and juliet, i wanna live to see you be my queen,
and i don't want to taste the poison on your lips as we sail this ship into great unseen.
Built this steamboat for us my dear, It seems that i've forgotten how to fail,
dropped my anchor into flowers, so help me hoist it and we'll set sail.
I saw your hair slip through the breeze, and this ocean slowly shifted back into land,
it was a cold glass of water when i awoke to find your fingers weren't intwined in my hand
So Fuck romeo and juliet, i wanna live to see you be my queen,
and i don't want to taste the poison on your lips as we sail this ship into great unseen.
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The smell of cherry flavored vodka,
You felt like sharing one of your neighbors cigarettes,
A dose of low grade marijuana, for four bucks, it was just what you could get
Well, you were clinging to me and I was singing to you and our eyes scattered all around the room
That old familiar numbness... it's drifting through my hands again
It's too hard to stomach, so feel the heaviness
So blame it on my dumbness, and crack my knuckles one though ten,
Ready for the plummet into weightlessness
So let's rewrite biology, and make it not so hard to sleep
And make our own reality, and see the new sunlight
See a new sunlight.
You were a splinter under my skin,
So I grabbed a gallon of peroxide but it just bleached your hair,
With all these new planets I'd imagined,
I'd plan a tour, no time for talk, I'd get us out of there
You were clinging to the ground as I was singing to a crowd but our eyes daggered all around the room
That old familiar numbness, is drifting through my hands again
And it's too hard to stomach, I feel the heaviness
So blame it on my dumbness, and crack my knuckles one though ten,
Ready for the plummet into weightlessness
So let's rewrite biology, and make it not so hard to sleep
And make our own reality, and see the new sunlight
See a new sunlight
Be the new sunlight
See a New sunlight
See the New sunlight
BE THE NEW SUNLIGHT
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Asa Martin New Mexico
The unwavering, unflappable, uncompromising notes of his anthems barrel down musical staffs like a charging runaway
train.
As wise as a young buck descendent of The Mountain Goats & as wild as a drinking buddy of Frank Turner, He’ll have you in a fever if you’ll have him at your bar or in your basement, & you’ll owe him when them tunes take up residence in your head & your heart.
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