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Another Truth
03:44
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First taste of blood is when you fell in love
Next thing you know you couldn’t get enough
So you stalked the streets to find another fix
Never seeing the turn or the tricks
Until the day you took His name in your veins
And I’m glad you found a better way
But one drug is just like the other one
And when the craving comes:
Then you say you want another
Say you want another truth
But you don’t know why you do it
Don’t know what it does to you
Everything was fine in Buddy’s big old house
With his two-and-a-half kids and a perfect spouse
Got a Bullshit Job™ and six-digit’s pay
But there’s a secret he can’t convey
It was something he saw in that video
Can’t believe how deep this Deep State goes
Spending all his time to find the cover-up
He can’t get enough
So he says he wants another
Says he wants another truth
But he don’t know why he does it
Don’t know what he’s trying to prove
When he says he wants another
Says he needs another truth
'Cause he doesn’t see the bottom
won’t help him make it through
Colin crossed the land to find a greener place
For the sunken eyes that sang all day
He dug in deep, searching for the melody
That would set him free
And they say they want another
Say they want another truth
But they don’t know why they do it
Don’t know but they like the view
So they say they want another
Say they need another truth
Because the same one that we share
It just won’t do
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Any Other Doorstep
03:33
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Six weeks ago, I was lying on the floor
With a bottle in my hand, staring at the door
Waiting for a knock but I wasn’t anymore
When you came tonight
Now they picked me up, they brought me down
Dried me out so i wouldn’t drown
So while you’re staring in the face of doubt
Keep your distance and wait it out
Why would you come and run to me
Deep in the depths of misery?
Anyone could feel sympathy
I’m the only one who can’t
Pick any other doorstep
In any other town
If you come inside tonight
We’re gonna tear this life down
We’re gonna burn it right down
Pick any other evening
And any other boy
I’m a razor sharp dagger
Not a children’s toy
I will speak in anger
And I will destroy this love
Six weeks from now, I’ll be doing just fine
The doctor prescribed whiskey and time
But tonight I would murder your memory
and I can’t commit that crime
So why would you come and run to me
Deep in the depths of misery?
Anyone could feel sympathy
I’m the only one who can’t
Pick any other doorstep
In any other town
If you come inside tonight
We’re gonna tear this life down
We’re gonna burn it right down
Pick any other evening
And any other boy
I’m a razor sharp dagger
Not a children’s toy
I will speak in anger
And I will destroy this love
Pick any other doorstep
In any other town
If you come inside tonight
We’re gonna tear this life down
We’re gonna burn it right down
Pick any other evening
And any other boy
I’m a razor sharp dagger
Not a children’s toy
I will speak in anger
And I will destroy this love
Pick any other doorstep
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Violence is the Question
05:07
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Dan went into Walmart with a gun
He wasn’t after trouble, wasn’t trying to hurt no one
Some kid bumped his back in Aisle Four
So Danny drew his gun and blew the kid’s brains across the floor
Grabbed himself a Snickers bar then he walked right out the door
Shayna went to Synagogue that day
Said “Shalom!” to rabbi, she got a siddur to pray
Heard somebody Heil’ing down the hall
Screaming blood and soil as the bullets hit the wall
They blamed it all on mental health that God had missed her call
Violence ain’t the answer
It’s the question of our time
Is it right to have a right to take a life?
Deon left his pistol in the car
Didn’t have a seatbelt on, he wasn’t going far
Cop that pulled him over had a scare
When Deon tried to tell him, “There’s a weapon over there”
They caught it all on camera but the jury didn’t care
Violence ain’t the answer
It’s the question of our time
Is it right to have a right to take a life?
There's nowhere left to go
So tell me where to draw the line
Is it right to have a right to take a life?
The one thing that we’re told from all the blood we’ve sown:
Is that it’s worth the price of sacrifice to take care of our own
Gabby and her girls stayed out real late
Didn’t call her man, she knew it’s something he would hate
He hit her twice as soon as she got home
Gabby saw the gun there on the ground where she was thrown
Now she’s in a prison cell — alive, but all alone
Violence ain’t the answer
It’s the question of our time
Is it right to have a right to take a life?
There's nowhere left to go
So tell me where to draw the line
Is it right to have a right to take a life?
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Roxie
04:29
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Fingers pressing delicate against your auburn skin
Oh, to taste the steel, mahogany, and sweat
Ivory and ebony inhabiting her ears
The stabbing sharps and numbing flats are natural as far as I can hear
And she is ever-ringing with a certain stunning dissonance
That fingers finer harmonies than I could wish to breathe
Her hips that curve in brilliant reds press hard against my thighs each night
Her dog-eared lips will always scream like seraphim to me
But I only kiss your neck
To hear you sing
Hear you sing
And I only pull your strings
To make you scream
Make you scream
My fingers feel the action as they curl and as I sweat
I clench my eyelids tighter
And allow my hands to guide me home
But I only kiss your neck
To hear you sing
Hear you sing
And I only pull your strings
To make you scream
Make you scream
And I only kiss your neck
To hear you sing
Hear you sing
And I only pull your strings
To make you scream
Make you scream
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All Of My Might
04:06
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There’s a long winding road and a set of red lights
And I follow them daily, they fill up my eyes
My vision is wasted, I feel like I’d rather be blind
It leads to a clear blue sky and a crisp ocean breeze
And a heavy glass door that keeps you from me
A mountain of stone that they built up to keep me inside
I love you so much and I hate it with all of my might
There’s a white piece of paper I’m handed each week
And although I can read it, don’t know what it means
But they tell me that that’s what I need to survive
Well the lights and the stone and the paper I don’t need
They banded together, they built a machine
It’s slowly consuming me, taking up all of my time
I love you so much and I hate it with all of my might
I put three thousand miles in between you and me
and you packed up and disappeared into the trees
now I wouldn’t recognize who’s on the end of the line
And we speak too infrequently for my taste
and we only make time when we have time to waste
I can’t explain why you seem to keep slipping my mind
Well I love you so much and I hate it with all of my might
We spent eight years together in lock, step, and stride
And then two roads diverged and we chose different sides
Now I only hear from you Christmas, and when someone dies
But I love you so much and I hate it with all of my might
There’s a handful of people I’ll need in the end
That’s my lover, my mother, and my oldest friend
And now I see the three of you somehow have been stripped from my side
But I love you so much and I hate with all of my might
I hate it so much and I love you
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The Roland High Life Boston, Massachusetts
Earnest indie power pop punk americana nerd folk emo rock from Boston. Basically we play coffee shop songs that go to 11.
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The New Limits
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Thom also has an Irish-Americana Folk Rock / Punk project that performs under the name Forfocséic. Recommended if you like the Pogues and liberation, or if you don't like the British Empire.
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This song is an anthem for me. I will survive out of spite to those that don't want me to.
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