1. |
Blacken the Other Eye
03:42
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BLACKEN THE OTHER EYE
on another
waste of color
dead on arrival
one through the roof of the mouth
he went under this complicit sun
warm and free
same old problem… ‘insufficient funds”
will they always win
pain eraser
rainbow chaser
a rag in the tailpipe
nobody saw her again
she went under this complicit sun
almost free
tandem driver, pickup idling by
and the search began
we went nowhere
we took the safe way
and no one cared
windows bolted
wanting the same things;
an unending ride
a complete rewind
the ultimate payday
no one cares
reputation
nothing but paper now
we sold ourselves out
and you don’t like violence
but you like the respect it commands
and you don’t touch the hard stuff
at least not with your bare hands
all it takes is just one day out in the sun
and the flies begin to blacken both eyes
what about restitution?
a knife in the armpit
a bullet below the tongue
well if that’s where the line is
I will be still for both of us
no more worm in the apple
I will be sick for both of us
if it helps you remember
I will show you where it began
no more light in the window
nothing left but the memories
I will be there
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2. |
Total Immunity
02:51
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TOTAL IMMUNITY
Ran down
Every name
Every ghost
Everything I'd blown
Fighting the same old fears
If it buys me a year
or buys me an hour
It's just information
It's not like the sky will be torn down if I open my mouth
Yes i know we were friends then
But those friendships are dead
Chalk it up to time served
If you thought that the streets were immune to my reach
Count the names on my tongue
And if you thought that your past was a half empty glass
Mark my words it gets worse
throw your phone away
throw your gun away
keep your head down
I woke up today
Told them everything
you see, I sleep better outside
The floorboards groan
I know my fucking conscience cant be trusted
I am still protected
you can’t touch me
faces appear like fire
forming, then changing again
I’m alone
My chest hurts
you can’t touch me
everything I did, I owned
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3. |
Early Release
05:08
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EARLY RELEASE
Dove
I’ve got your money right here
And I dug your hole right there
I won’t apologize
sent to collections, so what
drag me to court
I will wait for god
I’m keeping him on retainer
leaned on your luck (too long)
skated on grace (too long)
sucked on the tit (too long)
but nobody ever said no
well, look at you now
mouth full of promises
choking on every last word
cases are made from mistakes
lives have been lost in the wake of your
bad choices and poor judgment
no one here will miss you at all
I have paid for blood
the money is on the table
no hope
no deal
no prayer
no one can hear you now
Now I wait for the law
The sirens have long since faded
aching heart
fading
hold on
for how long
I wasn’t fast enough
I was caught on the edge of the game
writing checks that my heart couldn’t pay
I was washed up
and then worst of all
I had left you to carry the weight
when you never intended to play
and yet you stood tall
well I won’t give you up
They can take all my money away
They can break every bone in my face
I will not talk
and I will work it off
I will pay every cent that I owe
I will finish this once and for all
I will make good
no hope
no deal
no prayer
no remorse
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IN PRISON, AT LEAST I HAD YOU
I might be doing alright
I might be breathing clean air
but I
can’t shake this feeling I have
that I’m
living another man’s life
I’m
holding the same position
still in the same condition
holding the same resentments
always the same
just further down
I was born wrong
I don’t worry much about it
born drunk
But I don’t mind
worn down
I fell in and out the system
turned out
but I don’t mind
even though I feel the pieces
life’s just a time frame
working on the art of free fall
suspension of loyalty
blade flashing, eight seconds
a life down a shower drain
weight dropping, forcefeeding
well it’s just a fucking jail
If I tell myself they’re wrong
Or if I tell myself I’ve earned it
It’s always the same dull throb
as if I’m somewhere else
And I feel the same way now
I heard you made it out
Innocent or not
Enjoy the long ride
down
at the wrong place
I got drunk and lost my temper
one taste
and I went down
rough break
I got pinched and caught the full stretch
but one day
I walked out
even though I’ve lost the pieces
life’s not a bad thing
working on the art of free fall
suspension of self respect
four thousand, bi monthly
my name off the pink slip
clean record, no zip code
their lives were a package deal
If I tell myself I’m home
If I close my eyes and focus
I almost hear your voice
over there
somewhere else
And I feel the same way now
I hope you make it out
Innocent or not
Enjoy the long ride
down
well if I’ve waited too long
I’ll find my own way out
there is nothing worse than selling out
for half your worth
you can run from Death but in the end you’ll beg her to
draw closer
Hey, I was dreaming of light
I was stretched on a bunk
I was almost there
Hey, I was dreaming of air
I was walking the yard
I was almost there
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