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Desperation
04:31
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When your brother's place got raided
I stopped wondering why you don't use your real name
I've still got those sunglasses, a broken phone charger
And a feeling oddly like being hungover
So go make a necklace out of those boxes
As a reminder of what they can do
'cause you're getting a bit too fond of those pain killers
And if I'm being honest, i think I am too
You don't respond well
To desperation
I'd seen the other dudes that you were chasing
It was a Monday
But we were wasted
I could walk on water
You'd say "Luke, but can you swim?"
I need that bit of danger, out talk a doctor
Always got cash with no answer
Cigarettes from overseas, friends at the chemist
Show up with new shoes and set list
Did you talk to our last thread?
I'm in the wrong, but its still kinda fucked up on their end
Well I heard from the same dude that you've been real sick
That's what'll happen when your live off caffeine... and that other thing...
Yeah
How do you reconcile that hood shit with religion?
Lie to your parents, say "at least hes not a christian"
Lowkey girlfriend, open and proud drug dealer
Come down again and we'll trade something
We don't really know about
But we know it'll make us feel better
You smelt like booze and I felt like death
I knew goth chicks would give amazing hea....advice
How you reconcile that hood shit with religion?
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WMD.
04:17
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I guess this is it
I guess I'll see you 'round
I have reason to believe
That you/you're weigh/weighing me down
Yeah, I've seen your new friends
Yeah, I think they're dickheads
Just an educated guess
I bet you get along great
You show up with phone credit on receipt paper
Who the fuck still needs minutes?
Your friend, she's tryna' trade some valis for a point
Who brought this fucking idiot?
And these people with fucked up habits
Keep messing with my sleeping patterns
You're a living pokie room
Incarnate headache
You can't take back creepy, just don't do it in the first place
I guess this is it
I guess I'll see you 'round
I have reason to believe
That you/you're weigh/weighing me down
Yeah, I've seen your new friends
Yeah, I think they're dickheads
Just an educated guess
I bet you get along great
I hear you whispering
From here it's deafening
I've given it some thought
I think it's run it's course
For what it's worth, I've had it worse
So keep your voice down, don't skip on any details
You're all liability, barely an acquaintance
But that's just what I get for being so complacent
I guess this is it
I guess I'll see you 'round
I have reason to believe
That you/you're weigh/weighing me down
Yeah, I've seen your new friends
Yeah, I think they're dickheads
Just an educated guess
I bet you get along great
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Sunsets
04:35
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I'd say the whole idea was genius
If it wasn't accidental
Spent the night nursing a headache
From the fumes and from the hints of petrol
The time between the stares
Turns from weeks to days
Everything else in between
Doesn't fool us at all
Or kill the haze
I'll pretend it's alright, it's okay
You'll pretend it's something else that I said
I'll pretend you're someone else and you'll say
You'll pretend it's alright, it's okay
It didn't bother you this time last year
When you kicked me out
I understood but was unimpressed
The last thing I remember
Was you telling me to get dressed
You threw my shoes out the door, looked at me and said
"I only want a guy with a Mercedes Benz"
I'll pretend it's alright, it's okay
You'll pretend it's something else that I said
I'll pretend you're someone else and you'll say
You'll pretend it's alright, it's okay
It didn't bother you this time last year
It didn't bother you this time last year
It didn't bother you
It didn't bother me
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You know I got some mixed opinions
'Bout the singles you've been spinning
You can start from the beginning
But don't think I'm gonna listen
I've heard your song
And I'm feeling indifferent
Am I in the wrong
For not listening?
So here's a hook worth writing home about
I wouldn't write yours down, but God, you sing it out loud
What's the difference between you and me?
I can write a song and you can't sing
I wasn't lying when I called your hooks a mess
A year has passed and they're still not the best
Sorry, man, your songs really boring
Cut the chorus, make it shorter
"Fuck it, don't worry about it"
I'm not tryna' keep up because I'm setting the pace
The only thing we have in common is guitars, drums and bass
It's not subjective when your notes are all wrong
Try tab it out, I'll fix it and I'll play you like a song
Theres is a difference between trend and tradition
Two chords and no thought makes you a shitty musician
I've seen the bastards plan, I heard the new album too
Turns out I even do upset way better than you
Subtle as a sledgehammer but with less passion
Good thing every choice you've made matches what is in fashion
Your lyrics blunt like concrete, and they kill me like cancer
Call and response chorus but you forgot to answer
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Fingerprints
04:57
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Wake up with no memory, a page of lyrics I didn't write
Death's Hand on repeat, and a bottle of wine
That worked out for the best, so I'll revert to type for one line
Spoken with sore throats on dead phones every night
'Cause you need cigarettes, change for the laundry, painkillers
Tell me where the warm water pours in
Like a living version of every song by The Menzingers
Well that's a pretty fuckin' big coincidence
You've got my fingerprints all over you
Anything, anyone
And it's on the tip of your tongue
You've got my fingerprints on you now
You've got my fingerprints all over you
Not well educated, but we definitely are well read
With the looks and patients of the nurse on your leg
Maybe all the practice that you had as a latchkey kid
Was to learn how to deal with your junkie boyfriend
And at nights you hang like a spectre in the car park, neighbours wonder why you're up
On the phone you're in tears with a smoke, but it's okay, darling, you've just had some bad coke
You've got my fingerprints all over you
Anything, anyone
And it's on the tip of your tongue
You've got my fingerprints on you now
You've got my fingerprints all over you
You've got the wrong ocean
But Atlantic flows so much better
Feels more dramatic
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www.ft-henryrollins.com
05:24
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It's not the fear of the fall it's the fear that you'll jump
Bend the words, so they'll fit and frustrate then speak up
Clear the fence in one go despite the rocks on the road
Near the sea where they're loose and tires will let go
Blue oval family
But my mind's in Japan faraway overseas
But you're cool with all that still ask for Christine
With a look and a wink and a nudge of morphine
With the sting of downed powered lines
In the gutter of a hospital bed we tried
But the sergeants and surgeons hands were tied
Cleaned up, cleared out, sorted, set alight
They're painting a picture it's not a personal attack
But the pros will plan their excuses in advance
Now every car is a cop, now every call a heads up
About a bike, a train line away job, and a drunk
Blue oval family
But my mind's in Japan faraway overseas
But you're cool with all that still ask for Christine
With a look and a wink and a nudge of morphine
With the sting of downed powered lines
In the gutter of a hospital bed we tried
But the sergeants and surgeons hands were tied
Cleaned up, cleared out, sorted, set alight
And they'll ask with awkward glances
Heads turned down with no real answers
Grief is boring so looks for clues
Read the room and the social cues
Sincere like an accent you forget
Slip up and move state and you try to protect
EQ and the faders and dials he set
The texts don't wash off but were never sent
With the sting of downed powered lines
In the gutter of a hospital bed we tried
But the sergeants and surgeons hands were tied
Cleaned up, cleared out, sorted, set alight
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