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New Year Headlock
03:15
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you come out of the kitchen
on a January night
the room covered in pictures
of the years that you left behind
and you open up a bottle
of seven dollar wine
and rue the day you came to
in 1989
and the broken light fixture
still hasn't gotten better
and the way its light won't touch you
is the same way that you settle
you just lay there underneath it
as your hope is superseded
and the darkness makes you warmer
because it's there where you can't see it
and nothing every changes
even when you thought it could
your dirt and holy water still just turn to mud
you're entangled by the nightmare
of a never dying lie
that somewhere in the circus,
there's a decent place to die.
and the alarm clock in the morning
gives the same old empty warning
that the earth never stopped turning
that the sun is still a-boiling
and the plot you tried to bury
comes out of the cemetery
and the thoughts you tried to dispose of
get heavier to carry
well the day was burnt up and broken
like the one that came before it
your inaction, it proves nothing
but your weakness of the moment
and you never found religion
you just hung on indecision
and you can't call killing brain cells
any kind of vision
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2. |
Little Bit Of Virtue
03:55
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I don't know if I should run
I don't know if I should hide
I spent years to hold this hand
a pair of twos, three, six, and five
I've been wandering in the woods
looking up into the leaves
searching for the only son
trying to walk away my needs
and people tell me different things
talk about why we are here
some say god is on his way
some say god is just a fear
well satisfaction wears me down
and it wears me like a glove
and it eats me up
to where I don't know how to love
well I've heard that misery
is just the angle of the eye
and I heard that what you love
someday goes away to die
well my ears have stretched so far
just to make a little room
for a little happiness
and a little bit of virtue
if you listen close enough
you can hear an unknown voice
hear it whimper like a child
hear its great and mighty roar
and it's somewhere deep within
in the breaking of a dawn
in the crevices between
the overwhelming dark
and I really hope I do
I really hope I can
separate what's good
from the evil in this land
but the years give me thick skin
and the noise gets dirtier
the more time that I spend
a prisoner of the earth
that's what I'm told
and I heard that misery
is just the angle of the eye
and I heard that what you love
someday goes away to die
well my ears have stretched so far
but I've made a little room
for a little happiness
and a little bit of virtue
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4. |
Love Upon Your Name
03:54
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I wasn't born a singer
but here's my voice.
I wasn't born to love you
but I had no choice.
when you look at me with those eyes
coming down that lonesome highway,
don't look at me like you did before.
I wasn't born a gambler
but I lost you in a day.
I wasn't born to name you
but I gave you a name anyway.
when you look at me with those eyes
coming down that lonesome highway,
don't look at me like you did before,
like you know me.
I wasn't born to hurt you
but we went our separate ways.
Oh, but I was born a stranger
to the love upon your name.
to the love upon your name.
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5. |
From Wounds
04:08
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I can't help but think that I'd rather be dead
asleep on the bed of a river
I can't help but love you
to love you like that
so much that I'd rather be dead
when you displaced my heart with your hand
itching to paint us a picture
I broke out some brick
I cut you a door in the wall
and I let you in
and oh how I sang out from wounds
and oh how I sang out to the sky
my past molded into the two of us
our future, to you, a guarantee
and our paths, such a beautiful crossing
but they never were parallel to me
the predicament on the fence
where I sat for months on end
was that I'd be wrong, and I'd also be right
in the measure that I was to give
because every time that you came around,
I gave it all to you
and when you'd leave, there was nothing but
a bag of my bones on the floor
and maybe you could, but I couldn't do it anymore.
the skeptical lines etched into your face
your numerous final goodbyes
it's all etched into me, remembered with grace
even your sunken, dark eyes
I loved you more than death
I'm still here because of that
and oh how I sang out from wounds
and oh how I sang out to the sky, alone
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6. |
Song For You
03:01
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when I woke up
it was 1963
but I woke up in a dream
when I woke up
you were lying next to me
but I was lying to myself
when I came to
Bobby D was singing it
about how much I loved you
and how the stars
are just as faulty as the men
who lied and thieved and cheated you
here's a song for you
when I pulled apart
the bed sheets from the bed
and my eyelids from my eyes
I just stood there as if I was of the dead
or just standing there to die
I woke up again and
things were different than they'd been
I was kneeling down to marry you
some part of me knew
I was happy there and then
that part of me completed you
here's a song for you
I never became
the man inside your head
the man in mine never surrendered
as to the gods of everything we could've been:
they've moved on to other lovers.
yeah when I woke up
you were just a memory
and the night burned blue
yeah I dreamt up
a year I never lived
but it was such a dream to see you
here's a song for you
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7. |
Total War
02:29
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I feel like I'm the only person in this place
who understands what's happening to everything
there is no direction, no good place to go
I try to scream out "what you reap is what you sow"
but no one seems to have the time to pay attention
no one seems to have the time to learn a lesson
do you want total war?
I can't help but feel like we are headed up a mountain
at the top of it, there's nowhere to go but down again
they say "the sky's the limit" but the air is wearing thin
a homophobic power-hungry lying sexist racist bigot celebrity
with no experience in politics just became our president
do you want total war?
so clap your hands and stomp your feet
do what cowards do and cuddle next to sheep
there's not much else that I could say or I could do
to rearrange the maddening faces in this zoo
oh, do you want total war?
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8. |
Room To Grow
03:00
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a mother of three
a sister of four
a wife and a friend
a grandmother and more
and what made her life
is what made you
and you never did know
all that she knew
and as she passed into the light
you saw a single butterfly
land at the apex of her stone
and there you found some room to grow
an aluminum weight
and the tab to crack
what put you under
wouldn't bring you back
the pins you pulled
are the ones that pinned
you to the danger
you were always win
of glass in your finger
from the highball break
from the stomach rejection
the poison intake
of what became yourself
in the dark
of anarchy that
played to your heart
but then one day, someone you knew
showed you a light you once held true
now no matter where you go
you always see the room the grow
up into trees
or up into smoke
whatever you turn to
whenever you croak
the top of the soil
a place for the rain
a tiny memento
hanging on a chain
a handful of words
tucked into a quote
a fistful of anger
pocketed in a coat
a framed old picture
on a rusty nail
a broken fixture
that'll always fail
and what made you
it'll take you back
before you understand
where you're at
you didn't want to come to this
where you're unsure why things exist
I guess it is some kind of joke
all of this room to grow
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Half Man Austin, Texas
Fostered from the americana and folk music that encompasses the Texas region of which he was raised, Half Man brings a refined perspective to his craft as a songwriter. For years, Chase Spruiell has toured ceaselessly in his musical endeavors to cultivate a sense of perspective in his work that pays homage to his influences and establish his own in his artistry. ... more
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