1. |
Too Late
03:26
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Alright everybody.. welcome to the third- uhh.. quarantine cassette, you could call it, here's the first song..
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Oh God, does it really matter? Too late, and now I'm gone
Oh God, what is the matter? Too late, and now you're gone..
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Oh God, does it really matter? Too late, and now I'm gone
Oh God, what is the matter? Too late, and now you're gone..
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2. |
Good Enough For Me
04:32
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Now you're good enough for me
Always good enough and now I see
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Su-oo-oo
Su-oo-oo
Su-oo-oo
Su-oo-oo
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Make you smile, stay a while
And think of all the things you want
To hold my hand and go again
You wonder why
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Su-oo-oo
Su-oo-oo
Su-oo-oo
Su-oh
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Now you're good enough for me
Always good enough for me
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Su-oo-oo
Su-oo-oo
La-oo-oo
Ah-ma-oo
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Think of why
Your face beguile
To think I had
To drink a tad
And all my friends
I gotta think it's
All for me..
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3. |
Daddy's Gone
01:40
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Daddy's gone, daddy's gone
Where'd he go? I don't know
But wait, I'll be back someday
But not today..
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4. |
Sweet Kitty
03:46
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Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Never leave
Oh-oh-oh
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From a friend,
Oh sweet kitty,
Oh no..
Stout, we go a while
Soon they're know all the while
They're smiling at me somehow
Please stop..
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Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh..
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It's out again
Take my time, my friend
Water's getting warm
Waiting to preform..
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5. |
Fuck Off
04:58
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If you really want to go out and have some fun,
No it's not that common to think about your invite,
You know I won't..
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So go out and find some girl that you could think
How could I have known, took a bottle to the brink
Of my bones..
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No it's not that fun, to go around what you've been saying
Never wanted here, never wanted anywhere, dear
Not what you wanted to hear..
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If you give a fuck about the things that you could think
I'll run out the block to find someone else to freak out
Just fuck off..
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Oh I think this conversation is blinking, I think now, no more singing, in a big dumber time..
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If you really want to go out and have some fun
No it's not that blonde, thinks about the things, her son, hon..
You know I'm shot up.. I'm shot up..
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Going back to gray skies
Grading my own paper, why
Do I try so hard?
Made it this far
No..
Sky calls deep
Sky calls me
Silly strings
Promise the world to promise me..
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If you really want to go out and have some fun
No, you're not that drunk, so we'll go out for a walk
In the sun, or doing the things you want me to do..
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6. |
My Old Friend
03:08
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Hello my old friend, I do think it is about time that you leave
No more silly time to sit and talk while you would drool on your sleeve
And all the girls would talk about you behind your back, it's true
They never really had any time for you..
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So go out for a walk and tell me all the things you can see
Think of all the little things that hide behind your feet
Then we can go out and see my two my
Baby I know that it's all for you and that it is time..
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Hello my old friend, I think that we should go out for a walk
Think of all the tiny things that leave behind our block
And maybe when we get out the car we can stay a while
Just promise me that you'll turn off your files..
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Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh..
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7. |
Riding On
01:21
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8. |
Ambivalence
00:47
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9. |
It's Because Of Me
05:05
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Oh, I know just know, I'm not
Call me softly, no..
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And I've been aching so long, just wait for her to give me one more chance
I did no plan this, oh I swear
How could I?
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Calls me when it's done
Calls me when it's done
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I don't need to think about it all
I'm gonna find it out
All alone
All alone
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Nothing we can hide
Just stroke and wait time
Til I get even
I believed in you so many times
And I keep crying
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I can't make it, I tried to dam it, oh I believe in isolate
Call no one, it's all at the start, oh it's hard to let it go
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes..
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I will wait for a while
If I do not don't find out, it's gonna kill me
You're still testing in your sleep
Don't know how much to eat
It's all because of me
It's the cause of me
It's because of me
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And I'm sorry baby
Never meant to harm your mind and your heart
Your heart
Your heart..
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10. |
I Know
04:21
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Wait another second as you go
Break another, no one that you know
And when I get back there, never going nowhere
Oh me..
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Bleed another second, as you hold
Onto what you want to and you're cold
Never needing no one, leaving on an old one
Oh no, I know
I know, oh I know..
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Break your heart in pieces as you fly
Leaving extra postage for your life
Waiting here a minute, gotta go and get it
Oh no, oh
Oh, oh
Oh..
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I know, oh I know..
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11. |
Abide
02:26
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Find what you mean when you're something I can't abide
No, as your mind, and the right, at the right time
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Go walk a while
And you'll find
Something you hold onto all your life..
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12. |
Under The Weight
03:16
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Girls with eyes end their lives
Called out to the sound
Of winter boys without their toys
They'll recognize before you stop
And I've been waiting for a while
It's gone, but it's coming again
And I bet the skull, it breaks
Under the weight of my mistakes..
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All my fault
I think of me, oh of me
In other words
It's not so hard
You'll find the answer
It's playing too
But not like you
Find a way
Not my day
No it's not all gonna make me mad
See it's all gone I guess
Mind your business, man..
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13. |
Bad Posture
03:44
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I wait for no one, until I'm gone
But I'll be okay, don't worry about me..
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Sitting here with bad posture, all my life bending over
Always dropping things on the floor, hope I don't do that anymore
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And my back's getting weaker, every day on my shoulders
Sure it's fun for a while, but then I don't really like it
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Maybe I'm just getting old, I feel so cold
All the time..
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Maybe my head's a screw in, gotta get rid of it
Someday it's gonna crush me, there will be nothing left to see..
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14. |
Die In A Hole
04:53
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No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
There's bugs and things that rot your brain
You'll never die in the summertime it's not important
No, baby, oh oh oh so sweet
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't ever die in a hole no sir
Now you've got responsibility
You've gotta get all the enemies
Right inside your head
And they wish you were dead
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole no sir
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
There's bugs and things that bend your brain
While you're in there decomposing
You know it's true, you've seen it too
You gotta go to a crematorium so they can melt your body into nothing
Then they shit you out the pipe, then you shit you out your life
Then you go to work every day of your fucking life
And then you die somewhere in a fucking vat
And then whenever they dig it up out of the fucking ground
They don't even fucking care they just fucking spit all over your fucking body and they laugh at your fucking naked old ass shit
And you're fucking covered in your own feces
And they laugh so fucking hard
And then once they cut your arms off, then they use them like batons
And they swirl them around in a fucking carnival circus thing and a fucking marching band and they do little twerps and swirls all around
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Okay
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
The worms they sing your name as you go in the ground
Oh oh oh oh
And all the things that you had done
They all lie there
In the ground with you because no one really cares about you anymore
Cause you're gone and you were old
It was your time don't act so bold
Don't act like you are more important to anyone
Because you're gone now and nobody will ever remember you
Because they can't even fucking see you anymore
Your life is just a mirror head gone
It's nothing like Kobe was
And now there's all bugs and shit
And stupid jokes that you wrote on the internet all your fucking days
And fucking on Twitter and dumb ass fucking Facebook shit
And you gave them all your information and now freaking s-
Buh, what's his fucking name? Zuckerberg!
He's standing over your grave with all your information and all your credit card numbers
And now he's just fucking buying all the yachts he can with all the money you made, and you have no money left, it's all gone and he's gonna fucking-
Oh my God, he's- he's jerking off over your fucking grave, he's cumming all over the fucking gravestone, it doesn't say your name anymore it just says- it says nothing, he filled in all the cracks with all of his fucking juice..
Oh God..
Oh God..
Oh my fucking God..
Okay..
Die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole alone
No you can't really die in a hole no sir
No sir, no sir, no sir, no..
*burp*
No, no, no, no..
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15. |
An Aging Tune
03:23
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Always something that I can't get right
Sitting with my folks all damn night
So I go out just to see what's there
Don't think I can really talk about
And it's not the time
Always something, I know baby
I just want to have an aging tune
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Please cover second up and do things I want, why?
Come inside please still believe in that thing you say..
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16. |
Montauk
01:16
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Hope everybody enjoyed.. the album
I- uh, ya know.. not every song was solid.. completely, but-
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Sidney Harwell Fort Worth, Texas
Singer-songwriter from Texas. I write songs, and record them wherever I can.
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