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Introducing A Rainy Day:
Rainy day,
I've never felt so alive.. Each drop reminded me that we all die and how you said you would never ever fucking cry. I guess, that means that we.. well, that we both had lied. Now, I'm too bored to look outside... for the answers to what it feels like. But I bet it feels right for this kind, well, this kind of night.
I have no where to call home. Yeah, I guess I am, Now I guess I am finally alone...
Closing Scene:
For every memory and thought that I had left on a shelf,
Are the same memories and thoughts that dragged you through hell.
Take Two:
Well, I spent several weeks,
spent wasted trying to think.
Thinking of why we don't speak.
Speaking of unimportant things.
I tried to keep this clean
Clean enough for you to be listening
To these lost and forsaken stories,
of an old man dying in his closing scene.
Well, we are nothing(!) but a mystery
That had once convinced me that I could sing
But I'm a goddamn, mother fucking
goddamn fool for fucking up everything
But this is all that's left of you and me
I never meant to cause a scene
From up top of your neighbors balcony
You could never set me free
I started to think that I still need to think
As I'm leaving again for the open sea
I'd like to think that you still missed me
I started to think that maybe
I don't need to think
Because we are nothing(!) but a mystery
That had once convinced me
that I could actually fucking sing
But you're a goddamn, mother fucking
goddamn fool for fucking up everything
But this is all that's left of you and me
Because we are nothing
That could convince me
That I could actually...
"God damn I can't really sing"
But I am a goddamn, mother fucking
goddamn fool for fucking up everything
But this is all that's left of you and me
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(Bluebird,)
This life in the Midwest is killing me (and) My wayward life is all I really need. Unfortunately, I never took you to seriously. So, I wrote this letter to say that I am leaving, and that I'm sorry for everything that I had done. I would be calling if you would be answering.
So, come out and we can try to talk this out
Light a cigarette as the rain comes down
We'll talk about my simple melodies
and all of my bad timing
To avoid to fact we're still dreaming.
I spent the last minutes of this wasted year. Just waiting and wishing that you could be here. I built this bridge as you fell down on your knees. I been waiting too long, and darling I'm in too deep.
So, come out and we can try to talk this out
Light a cigarette as the rain comes down
We'll talk about my simple melodies
and all of my bad timing
To avoid to fact we're still dreaming.
As I began to fall asleep you said, "That the scents the same in Illinois as it is in Indiana when it rains." So, please don't cry when I am away. Because you know I'll be back for you always. Just don't runaway or shy away, before I get back.
It's not like I care about it
As if you ever cared about it
So, come out and we can try to talk this out
Light a cigarette as the rain comes down
We'll talk about my simple melodies
and all of my bad timing
To avoid to fact we're still dreaming.
This life in the Midwest is killing me, because you said it smells the same. My wayward life is all that I'll ever need, but you said it smells the same.
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Some days I wish the rain didn't have to go away
Just like that look that never left your face
When you said: "Don't leave me alone, in this place.
Yeah, don't you ever leave me standing alone in the rain."
Just as I tried to leave this place behind...
You swore to me that there was another way
For me to meet my fate and quit chasing license plates
But I said: "Sweetie these roads are all I've got to my name.
Yeah, I'm sorry and I love you but I really can't stay..."
And your eyes looked down to the ground saying: "It's not right..
Because you could always stay here with me tonight,
By tomorrow it'll be alright and if not you can me behind."
Before the sun could rise I had arose to the day
I had asked if you would like for me to stay.
You said: "I was lonely before you came.
Without you hear it'll be the same, boy. I'll be okay."
But darling, I'm only chasing these interstates,
Just hoping I can find someone like you.
Well, you know how I always say that I'll be right back
Well, that's because goodbye means that this is going to last
But if you've left before I get back,
just leave this shit with me in the past
With a storybook ending to my tragic mistakes,
or just another way for me to save the goddamn date.
I swear the next time it rains I'll be here to keep you safe...
And I know it means nothing now but I think I could stay!
Some times I wish the rain didn't have to go away
Just like that look that never left your face
But sometimes the pattering rain well, it has to sleep
So, for now I'll stretch these legs and I'll stretch these strings
When everything I write ends up as an apology
Put these weary old shoes back on my feet
Could I still come home if it's raining?
Well, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't care I need you here...
Bluebird, it's raining....
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I was never used to this you could never get used to me being gone. I never could come home to say that I made it back as planned all along. It takes some time to realize that you feel like you can make back alone. I gave it all away for an absent call you gave it all away to call it faith.
You made up excuses to sleep with strangers, I made my excuses to make things last a little longer. I hope one day we realize that we had it all before.
We made a religion out of arguments wrote it down on little pamphlets. Made up the stories we'd share for common denominations of progress. It's not the words that speak but the accuracy of lackluster on parchment. Blood diamond ring dead soldiers fighting for our valued entertainment.
Under covers you'd find more than what we thought we could reassure. I still feel so small with a room full of memories from last fall, after all.
You made up excuses to sleep with strangers, I made my excuses to make things last a little longer. I hope one day we realize that we had it all before.
Cheap bars full of people I'd rather not speak to and churches full of people begging for the truth. I'm pulling at chords and drunkly missing the forth, To make sense of societies necessity to be the most popular whore.
You made up excuses to sleep with strangers, I made my excuses to make things last a little longer. I hope one day we realize that we had it all before. You made your excuses I made my excuses to win the war for the most popular whore.
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Well, it didn't turn out to be anything other than you and me, and it wasn't, it wouldn't ever amount to nothing. It clearly meant the world to you, when you walked into, the room where you fell through the floor. Passing through the walls to become war torn, I wish I had asked for more. I guess, it never amounted to anything. We never amounted to much anyways.
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(same lyrics as before)
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I thought you said you were better off alone now. Well, clearly I thought wrong because you're still around. You're dusty like a novel that hasn't been read in years. You said you were better off without me standing here. Well, all that time I've spent trying to evade falling asleep. Would have been better off with some next to me. Well, sticks and stones can break these brittle bones. But your words make me think that I deserved it.
You thought that I could move on as fast as melting snow. I've written letters saying that (yeah) maybe I should for real just go. This has been over played like an old record on a thrift store shelf. Just like me saying I'm spent when I spend too much time by myself. All the time I've spent trying to evade falling asleep. Would've been better off with someone next to me. Well, sticks and stones can break these brittle bones. But these words make me think that maybe I deserved it.
Well, Decembers never seemed to feel this cold. When the snow never seemed to fall so slow. But you can throw your sticks and your stones, because I'm pretty sure that I don't need these bones. All the time I've spent trying to evade falling asleep. Would've been better off with someone next to me. Well, sticks and stones can break these brittle bones. But these words make me think that you deserved it.
Sticks and stones break my brittle bones. But I'm pretty sure that these letters proved that you deserved it.
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You would claim that I am so unholy?
As you fall asleep
You're falling asleep
As you fell asleep
In your naked room
With those naked lies
And those naked thighs
Well it's broken, it's broken down.
I'm falling apart, I'm falling down
Next to you..
Because if I was that cigarette resting between your lips. I could be the arms dealer that killed your man and his mistress. I could be the crime they you on but couldn't convict....If I wasn't such a sin.
Well, you would claim that I am not the greatest of men.
But I could estimate
I could calculate
Some other tragic faith
You had me at first sight
You had me at the third lie
When you said you
wanted me naked in your room
You put your arms
around me and said I was with you
But if I was that cigarette resting between your lips. I could be the arms dealer that killed your man and his mistress. I could be the crime they you on but couldn't convict....If I wasn't such a sin.
Would you have came?
Would you have gone?
Would you have said that I was wrong?
So, you know I won't leave until you say it's done
You said that it's broken well,
baby I guess its broken down
I was that cigarette resting between your lips. I was the arms dealer that killed your man and his mistress. I was the crime they you on but they could convict....If I wasn't such a sin.
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Bad Habits (version 1.0)
02:22
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Phone calls to my bad habits
I'm finding resolve as we'd undress
This isn't what, what I planned to be
This place will never do anything for me
I'd give it all away for progress
Anything that's not a fucking basement
Isn't it ironic to think that we see
Eye to eye on everything but irony
I know it seems like I am a defeatist
But in reality I'm not quite the realist
I'm the one living on the downside of everything
I call real life it's the closest thing to living
It's not like I think that I'm defeated
I'm dragging you down like a bad habit
Just look at this place it's shrouded in irony
Or something that reminded me of a memory
But if things work out tonight, they'll go exactly as we had once planned. Yeah, if things turn out tonight... you'll know I'm completely and utterly terrible with plans. So, keep me in sight because I'm sinking into the night. But I think that we'll be alright.
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Two bus tickets to Chicago please, I need to get away from home. To play these stupid songs for people I'll never get know. Well, I ate my pity for breakfast fell asleep happily alone. Almost every night I spent with was a reminder that the books are always overdue. And I won't fantasize how love might be true, they'll romanticize to the point of suicide. Maybe I should cheer up and give up on what they thought we could be taught. Well, fuck Romeo and Juliet because you don't need love to be happy.
Just someone to stay up with after 15 cups of coffee. If it's three am and you're alone be happy you have a home. Some friends to talk to about all of the unknowns. Well, maybe I should head back to St. Louis. Then we can sit by the riverside counting on fireflies we'll laugh and we'll cry. Just to remember that we are still alive and that we can survive with some good friends by our side. For these late nights I guess the Pigeons know best the best place to be is home.
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Lucky me, right? I've got everything I really need. The only thing that misses me as much as you is my bed. Well, lucky me right? I've got a broken string and ball point pen. I've given thought to everything we could do. So without further adieu...
Well lucky me I've got a broken string and my bedroom. Lucky me, right? I had my time with you. Lucky me I've got everything I'll ever need. Lucky you, you have nothing else to do.
Well, Lucky me I've got 60,000 miles under my skin. Lucky for you I've got about 3,000 mile left in my pen. Of course I get a little drunk on our conversations. Like small mice with small hearts in a clock make it click make it tock. Well, lucky me right?
Lucky me, right? I've got everything I really need. The only thing that misses me as much as you is my bed. Well, lucky me right? I've got my bedroom, a pen, and someone to write about again.
Well lucky us right? We've got everything we'd ever need. Lucky me, right? I've taken a liking to someone again. Lucky me I've got you for time to be spent. Luckily we've got toonami and take out food.
Lucky for me I'm alone with you.
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Polka Dotted Underwear
03:13
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(you should already know these) ;)
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(and these) :p
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Well, just like a cigarette you're tossed out and set aside. Trapped in thin white paper lit up for five minutes then left to die. You're still burnt out without putting up a fight.
You say you've made friends and that they're the same ideas as you. Until they were stolen and your sadness had returned then grew. You're still burnt out without putting up a fight.
You say you've found the love of your life. And that he's the greatest person that you've ever met. But when he used you did you take the time to ask him why? You were mine once a throwing away was my only regret. Because I never ever put up a fight.
So, go hang out with your new friends, I'm sure they'll leave you in the end. Go hang out with your new boyfriend and I'm sure he'll be the same. But I'll never ever waste another day, I'll be sitting here wasting away. In the back of my ashtray I hope one day I'll find a way to put up a fight.
(Are you still burnt out without putting up a fight?)
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The Rain Went Away
00:51
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When the rain goes away, it'll be just fine. We can start our day with half a pack and an old record on in the back. Just lay on this couch and laugh. Until the rain goes away, yeah we'll be alright. We can head to a dingy thrift store, you said you couldn't ask for more. Or we could just sit on Gianni's porch and play some shitty chords. Until the rain goes away.
Well, the rain went away, but it'll be back again some day in some other shitty way. I know I seem down but I think I'm better off this way. Because the rain goes away. Well, the rain went away. The rain goes away.
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Hey Thanks For Nothing
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Well, winters in the Midwest and it's always hard to stay your best. Even when everyone looks so happy everyone here always looks depressed. I guess it's the way the trees always seem to be dead. Well hey, hey thanks for listening!
So, if you headed for the west coast, because you didn't feel so alone. Then you found an upstroke you thought it'd make everything ok. Oh, wait I think you're still down. Well, we'll be here to pick you up, hey thank for staying!
You asked why does everyone here have to look depressed. I couldn't reply but I gave it my best. I said we're all waiting for more but we only get less. But hey at least you came home, at least you came home, oh hey, at least you came home!
Hey thanks for sticking around, this god forsaken town. Yeah, thanks for staying around, even though we're all looking for a way out. Hey thanks with you it wouldn't be the same, if you were so lucky to get our of here. I hope you'd take it but hey thanks for listening!
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ask Bright Eyes
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google search the song title
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just...no
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joebryant. St Charles, Missouri
Keeping that bedroom pop and the lo-fi emo vibe since 2011. St Louis native, with too much time.
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