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Omen 1: the Heart
00:42
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Half-Breed
02:50
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"I had a good day"
On the day I started moving
Is the day I start to try
Your winnings cost me losing
Going blind to spite the eyes
The heart's the only victim
To conscience and a crime
Ive long outgrown my teen angst
Cant fight so time to fly
Half breed told me not to fix my broken mind
Cause I know you'll show, the side of you
The hurting kind
A brown box to deliver
The earth shook to its crust
My teeth continue grinding
Dead skin now turned to dust
Today I finished moving
The time for standing still
The ghost of you still haunts me
The battle's still uphill
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3. |
Hey You!
03:43
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Something broke inside me
Delivered through my family tree
The leaf of me is turning brown
Falling faster to the ground now
I cant escape my doubts
Make my skin turn inside out
My head tells me I'm a mess
And again and again I fail to impress
Hey you!
21 such a long time ago
Hey you!
Youth is lost I still cant let it show
Cant start believing now
That Im gonna quit
The shit thats in my head
And Im sick of it
I feel it slipping now
Right out of grasp, falling fast
My foot firm on the gas
This too will pass
I cant explain just how
You bought the milk and got the cow
Fell face first into the dirt
A learning curve for what is worth
Scratch the skin til it bleeds
Scraped elbows and skinned up knees
Inform my brain there's nothing more
Get lost in the cracks layed on the floor
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It happened long ago, I forget most the story
Was living in houses and none I called home
Just living til I'm dying, yeah that really bores me
Standing up for myself 'til i stood alone
Here it comes around and back again
One full circle you remember when
Those games you played they didnt have any rules
Here it comes around and back again
One full circle you remember when
Those games you played were only played by fools
I guess a one horse town has no use for a stable
Ive seen nothing but bottoms of old dresser drawers
Commit this to paper or words if I'm able
Not as short as the note you left on the floor
Ive gone too far
Ive sold my heart
I remember
Return to sender
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5. |
Something Bleeding Me
02:47
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I need saved
Need a pair of green eyes
That make me feel far away
I need something there to hold onto
In the middle of the day
Need to stop what Im doing
And move to the floor and lay
Count the minutes 'til I can see you
Is there something bleeding me?
Is there something there that I dont wanna see?
When I think
I get real nervous
And this nervous disease has got the best of me
When it all goes my way
I look over my shoulder and wait for it to go away
Easy come easy go
When you're this low
Im standing here strong
Got a lump in my throat
And a tired right writing arm
And a broken, battered, bruised
Right-front ego
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6. |
Pulls Me Under
02:31
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Maybe it fell before it's time
Falling down passed where I first climbed
A break, a melody
My failed attempts at irony
Slowing real fast, a grow so slow
Mirror to the sky to catch the snow
Hey mister! May make good
On wings and things made out of wood
(pulls me under)
Don't believe me! There's a growing underground
Try and break me, try and bring me down
Pushing passed things caught in my way
Breaking off legs so things will stay
A song sung out of tune
You practice preach to empty rooms
Shuffle pink papers on your way
Heavier today than some may say
A broke down barricade
A hundred spent while nothings made
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7. |
Omen 2: Judas
01:11
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8. |
I Might be Lazy
03:29
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It's a good day to try on some old inabilities
I never see straight
I never see who's got the best of me
And in the morning when it gets strange you'll have
A change of heart
And without warning
A pickup game with time to tear apart
I'm sometimes lazy
A dusty, out of tune guitar
I know I drive you crazy
Lets go drive your fathers car
There's something wrong inside me
A hypochondriac at heart
Will you, wont you pull me in
Or let me go
It shouldnt take long
To relive truths and things I didnt say
I cant be too long
Cant let things like that get in the way
And every morning
I fear not finding immortality
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9. |
Stutter Talkin'
01:28
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She gets me stutter talking
When I see her walking
Me and the boys can only gawk
(we know she dont come easy)
She's quite aware that we all stare
And wonder what is under there
From painted nails up to her hair
(I'm hoping that she sees me)
She could be everything to me
My backseat beauty
And I think she's messing 'round with my mind
Our cold conversations relay no information
I guess she is just one of a kind
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10. |
Tombs
03:14
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It's the same each time you walk
So afraid of being caught
Can you grade the great divide
Pushing through from inside
It beats in everything you breathe
When the arm is longer than the sleeve
A dollar, dime, and I'm feeling fine
Save the date for next time
You wont bury me
Every time you leave, you take a bigger piece
You wont bury me
Insanity, the spaces between
Less is much and more to me
When the branch is bigger than the tree
The fruit in time weighs down the vine
Dividing yours, destroying mine
Take the time and take your seat
When glass is breaking at your feet
The battle's fought when less is taught
Carrying more than was bought
Keep staying the same
Get your tongue off my name
These tombs are waiting
The names are fading fast
Just checked on the time
Seems I'm well passed my prime
Those cigarette burns
On your hand passed your turn
So forgiving
Grounds for living past
Last night skipped a day
Just got in its way
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11. |
Omen 3: Voices
01:04
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Everything works out in the end
And if it dont we'll just pretend
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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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