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christmas at s&s'
00:46
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old birds
03:21
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do you love the one you love?
does she give your life security?
does she make your house a home to leave
instead of just a room you keep your friends around?
if you love to be replaced
you must do it for the charity
it must help to keep your wits off end
while your heart is on the mend
and yourself out of the bed
but does it even matter
when it keeps you up at night?
when the birds are getting older
but the patterns flown ain't right
do you love the one you love?
do you even seem to notice her?
will it matter in a year or two
while she’s hanging on to you
and you’ve gone and blended hues?
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stubborn
05:24
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i don’t wanna wait,
i just want a life
where I can have a part in everything
and nothing at the same time
i don’t find this moment unusual
‘cept the fact that it’s mine
i just want the things that are wrong with me
to be part of all the things that are right
i don’t want to get used to heartbreak
oh, that feeling’s too cold
i just wanna dip my feet in the pool
it’s refreshing to my stubborn mind
i don’t wanna get married
i just want a wife
oh, God, give me a woman who understands everything
with no idea what I’m talking about
i don’t want to get used to heartbreak
oh, that feeling’s too cold
i just wanna dip my feet in the pool
it’s refreshing to my stubborn mind
oh, the month of October,
it’s chilly and it’s warm
it’s scary and it’s charming;
it’s everything at once
it’s funny how so easily it all can fall apart
October decorations look torn up from the start
i don’t want you to see me crying
she still knows my pain
i don’t mind if my tears don’t solve anything
not worth the blame if there’s nothing to save
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4. |
catch a miracle
03:56
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you were standing still in the middle of a field
waiting for the grass to grow
underneath your feet,
the presence of a whirlwind we once made
so unannounced & misbehaved
will make you hope for even more
some flowers through it all
tell me when will this become a gale that whisks away the act
rather than cutting you with wanting more?
catch a miracle & walk away
you're a firefly in a dusty mason jar
small holes are in it's top
shall i let you fly away? leaving nothing to my name; more and more but all the same...
catch a miracle & walk away
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5. |
all in working order
04:23
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late at night, you’re walking in your slumber
picking at the pieces from the day
a celibate subordinate in question
a crooked kid in a sleepless straight conundrum
oh, lets be frank
you’ll never tank
all in working order
you’re at the gig, it’s you we’ve all come after
it’s not the way you’d think, but here we are
so heated are your sunken eyes from staring
through broken frames at what you hoped you’d get
that ship has sank
only you to thank
all in working order
they’re blocking all your calls, why don’t you notice?
an inquiry for a message at the tone
won’t come to those who are no good at waiting
like a scientist who claims before the proof
take the first flight out of here to California
find another way to flesh out your appearance
to celebrate in rapist style behavior
you’ll never quit
you fucking piece of shit
always one step after
oh, lets be frank
you’ll never tank
all in working order
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6. |
by the masses
04:00
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you can beg a teen to dream
but you can’t make em’ think
you’re entitled to ambition
still, I can’t help you out
miseducation is now understood by the masses
i can be afraid of facts
that prove that you’re the fragile one
“afraid of love”
i can watch you eat the carrot
that we grew together from the ground
and watch you spit it out
like a toddler eating vegetables for the first time
you don’t know the half of what the hell you’re doing
miseducation is now understood by the masses
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7. |
start again
04:01
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somehow
i seem to know when it’s a dream
there’s no hazy glowish hue
that could give me any clues
and nothing’s too compelling
that could tip me off at all
give me something real to believe in
sometimes
i can barely tow the line
but I take it for a ride
it’s a trip I can afford
maybe it’s the thrill of some disaster
when the road has no policemen
give me something real to believe in
i don’t frequent movies anymore
i just pass the time by closing eyes
and when the morning comes
when they call about my APR
i know that my day will start again
just like it has before
give me something real to believe in
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Sean Rubin Hartford, Connecticut
Recorded while living at Casa De Warrenton, “everybody shares a name” takes it's lead from classic golden age songwriters of the mid-late 20th century, all the while nodding towards a style of music that lives a bit more left of center. At the core of his songs lies deep sense of conviction and sentiment which describe an unapologetic yet introspective look at shared life experiences. ... more
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