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Sittin' at the bar, beer in hand,
as you come up to me slurring about your ex man.
If I was him, I would've left you too.
I don't want to know.
I don't even think I can.
I don't want to know
No I don't want to know.
Your mouth keeps moving, but you don't make a sound.
Oh, I don't know.
Complain all you want,
complain all you need,
but I'm not your friend,
not your friend indeed.
You told me once, twice,
third time's not the charm,
but you keep on hanging on my arm.
I don't want to know.
I don't even think I can.
I don't want to know
No I don't want to know.
Your mouth keeps moving, but you don't make a sound.
Whoa
When life gets hard, you sit and think,
and then you drink it all away.
Say, "I'm nothing like my dad."
Your life ain't hard, you just keep making monsters
every single day.
You're not edgy, you're just sad.
Let it go.
I don't want to know.
I don't even think I can.
I don't want to know
No I don't want to know.
Your mouth keeps moving, but you don't make a sound.
When life gets hard, you sit and think,
and then you drink it all away.
Say, "I'm nothing like my dad."
Your life ain't hard, you just keep making monsters
every single day.
You're not edgy, you're just sad.
Let it go.
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I'm not as sad as I used to be.
But the ground is cold,
just like me.
But things will be okay,
Cause spring is on its way.
I'm not as sad as i used to be.
But the ground is cold,
just like me.
they say spring is on it's way
but not today.
I'm not as sad as I used to be.
But the ground is cold,
just like me.
But things will be okay,
Cause spring is on its way.
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Limbo (Acoustic) [Live]
03:17
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We sit and talk for hours
on the back of your car.
I could stay like this for hours more,
but you have to drive so far.
When I get home
your scent linger in the air.
I close my eyes and pretend
that you are really there.
And I wish you could stay,
but I know there's no way.
Mindless drunk
and thinking of you,
and I'm hoping that
you're thinking of me too.
I'm more vunerable
than I'll ever let you know,
but I got my hat on my head,
so you'll never see what's
going on below.
And I wish you could stay,
but I know there's no way.
I'm trying to find
the right words to say,
but I'm horrible at talking,
so my pen will lead the way.
I want to be with you,
and no one else.
So, please just tell me how you feel,
and if you put me on the shelf...
I still wish you would stay,
but I know there's no way.
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The messiah so self-righteous,
you're so proud of yourself
for the knowledge you acquired
from the books on your shelf
you skimmed and scanned,
half-understand
or kind of, sort of know.
But god forbid anyone points out a flaw
for you, they know nothing
and you know it all.
So please step aside, don't run and hide,
While your savior leaves you in awe.
You speak truth and they spread lies.
Point to the dirt and say it's sky, so bright
so, so, so,
So convinced that you're
the one and only light.
Right.
Oh, god, look at you
and how jealous you are.
You haven't done a thing,
but you've come so far.
You're dragging on the coat tails
of your best friend's car.
Please tell me how much
of a success you are.
You speak truth and they spread lies.
Point to the dirt and say it's sky, so bright
so, so, so,
So convinced that you're
the one and only light.
Right.
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Dreamers they,
boil your snake blood.
So you're speaking with
your parseltongue
to the devil so only the devil can hear.
Now you're giving them
your vacant-evil eye
or tellin' them
that they're wastin' their lives
but it's you that's stuck and will never be free.
Point
your
anger and rage
towards someone else
point
your
crooked finger
at yourself.
You had everything
you needed to succeed,
but when things got tough
and when times got lean,
you had to go,
cause being broke
wasn't part of your plan.
Now you settled for
getting settled down,
got a dead end job
in your dead end town
now you're bitter as the coffee
that you hold in your hand
Point
your
anger and rage
towards someone else
point
your
crooked finger
at yourself.
Parseltongue you are the worst
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I've been working twelve hours every day,
And I've been getting crumbs for my pay.
When I was young this is not how I saw my life:
Working every day and breaking my back, my back
and all I get's a dime.
Sometimes my dreams feel
like they've gone to the wayside,
But I ain't dead yet,
so I'll keep on tryin'
I don't want it
I don't need it
I don't wanna work
these twelve hour days
I'll keep dreamin'
I'll keep schemein'
'till all the blood falls out my veins
I want a life that's better than this,
and I'll find my van, and I'll find my bliss.
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Tom Jolu New York
Bringing together elements of folk sensibilities, thoughtful lyricism and a punk rock attitude, Tom Jolu is the manifestation of singer/songwriter Tom Lewis's diverse talents. Born out of a decade of playing punk rock clubs, dive bars and basements, Tom Jolu builds on the legacy of multi-instrumentalist songwriters, crafting songs that are both simple to sing along with but layered in complexity. ... more
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From the very first chord of "Say Hello", to the very last, pain-stricken vocals of the song, "The Camera Turns", this album is beautifully done.
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This three song EP, centering around a loss of love, is one of many well done albums that Time Table Records Collective has put out. Go check out every artist on it. You won't be disappointed.
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