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My Caberet
02:58
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It's just a dying issue
Tiny tear box with tissues
Might make a big mistake
A tender heart breaks after years of
Subtle ache
I'm just a man for hire
Holding my hand to fire
Let's make a big mistake
I'm kept wide awake
By thoughts I will never shake
Still means nothing to me
Its all the same and you're someone to blame
For all my misery
Its either dead or dying
Buying into tricks and trying
Lets throw away the score
Winning's a chore an internal civil war
Can't blame a man for thinking
Trying to save a ship that's sinking
Lets tear the photographs
All the last laughs
Come to those with a boring past
Close your eyes and sleep through
Another day
Close your eyes and see me down
Its a waste to wonder everyday
Take away my caberet
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Brighter Days
03:50
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Those brighter days move clouds along
Until you feel you dont belong
Those types of dreams
You wake and scream
Two left hands are right and wrong
Its in the seams
It is found in between
My want for something new
I love the mess that's you
I'm pretty sure as days go by
My Benadryl and stinging eyes
Those plastic days have gone away
My melancholy truths and lies
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It's Plastic (It's Fake)
01:53
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I make my way, earn my pay
Well almost everyday
Get my thrills standing still
Finding words to say
When at home change of tone
I leave thoughts behind
Eyes are glued to the tube
With few thoughts in mind
Every now and then I get so high
Scratch and bled til I'm further left than I'm right
Its another time to tax my mistakes
My heads a mannequin
Its plastic, Its fake
My best disguise are my eyes
I know every trick
But my devotions to motions
Got me feeling sick
Change of pace lays to waste
Going through the drills
Forward thoughts I just bought
But with borrowed bills
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4. |
Wishing Well
03:04
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Something new has got me nervous
Finds its way up to the surface
A few months of hell
Im a wishing well
Some might say that I deserve this
And let the record show baby that all that you say is bullshit
Just like every joke there has got to be some truth in it
Let the record show baby that all that you say is bullshit
You're just like every joke there is
Every day is met with confusion
I told you so's are an intrusion
From the beating wings
To the fluttered things
See this through to the conclusion
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Drop Me Down
03:05
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"Death to Videodrome! Long live the New Flesh"
If you want two because one is all you have
I need another lover, brother, a place to prune and scab
And I hate to, because Ive been hating way too damn much
My latest score's an open door for status suck and such
I really want too trust the scene but with all Ive seen
Still everyone's hired gun and I'll burn it til its clean
Its subject, a spread of salt in an open wound
Last time I seen her head was cleaner with Sunday coming soon
So drop me down
There's not a perfect place to be
Lets try our goodbyes
So drop me down
I never said its part of me
Lets try our goodbyes
I'm on holiday for a change
Too much fur to comb through mange
Can you show me where to speak in line
From where I stand to buying lime
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Far Away Yesterdays
04:00
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Does anybody know
Why it comes or where it goes
And I know you're not hard to read
With your heart out on your sleeve
And everyday I squint my eyes
To follow the sun across the sky
A record plays on the Hi-Fi
Fall apart at the seams
You learn that no one still cares
When you're pulling out your hair
When you lay awake and dream
But you're still stuck in between
Maybe I should apologize
But saying "sorry"s a compromise
And he who fails is he who tries
Fall apart so it seems
Forever and a day
Decades start to decay
Far away yesterdays
And I'm the only one who reads
Into everything at half speed
A marriage of two wills
Keeps a person standing still
I remember the heart attack
What was given, taken back
Another soul put on the stack
Torn apart at the seams
I heard that you're doing just fine
Now that you walk a straighter line
Baby teeth have got to go
When the new ones start to show
And hands move quickly by the hour
Salty water's turning sour
A pretty face and a wilting flower
Come apart at the scene
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Kevin Alban Baltimore, Maryland
I write and record music under my own name, or a "band" name depending on the project. I typically play everything you hear (poorly).
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