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Harbinger
06:05
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2. |
Ann Coates
04:56
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I'm sitting here,
Wishing There,
Was someone who'd waste their time.
Cause I'm giving my odes,
I'm giving the worth of my while.
She made it worth a smile,
Made it worthwhile and the distance
She made it so numb,
Quick to succumb to the difference.
And I wish I could love you more
But you're not the same,
And I know that sounds cliched
But when you're stuck in the same phase.
It's doubting within wire
You're on fire to entitle
This world my love.
But it's so true.
So true.
It's doubting within wire
You're on fire to entitle
This world my love.
But it's so true.
So true.
It's doubting within wire
You're on fire to entitle
This world my love.
Maybe I should find lovers quarrel in the bed I sleep.
In the bed I sleep,
In the bed I sleep,
With sheets burden under.
With sheets burden under.
Maybe I should quit my love,
But you're not the same,
This pain is so distant,
And the dissonance is a favor to abstain.
Maybe I should quit my lover,
But it makes me wanna stay.
Don't bother, mi amor,
Cause I feel no dismay that would make you hurt.
Maybe I should quit my love,
But you're not the same.
And I know that sounds cliched,
but when you're stuck in the same phase.
It's doubting within wire
You're on fire to entitle
This world my love.
But if it makes you feel better,
I regret to make myself have feelings come this way.
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3. |
Heavenly
04:05
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And he said to me,
Brotherly,
That heaven's on its way.
And she said to me,
Lovingly,
This is where I'll stay.
And he said to me,
Brotherly,
That heaven's on its way.
And she said to me,
Lovingly,
This is where I'll stay.
In Heaven.
You're gone now drifting out of the world I see.
Can it be?
Can it be?
I fell close to the earth and I drag it down.
Maybe, just maybe.
The world is just spiraling down.
I don't feel bad I love it now.
But let's get gone in a distant crowd.
And disappear in kilter founds.
In Heaven.
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4. |
Honey
02:00
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Honey,
Are you feeling alright?
Are you feeling like you need yourself a little delight?
Honey, Are you feeling so strong,
Am I doing this right or are you taking it wrong?
I doubt myself,
You're taking its toll,
I throw myself,
You lose control.
Honey,
Are you feeling yourself doubt tonight?
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5. |
Laugh It Off
02:58
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Laugh It Off,
Just Laugh It Off,
Laugh It Off Again.
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6. |
Con Amor
03:50
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Con Amor, You're drifting pestilence to doubt and end up cease the pain.
Con Amor, You're wishing betterment for people who don't know their shame.
Con Amor, I'm wishing better lives for people all by my side.
Con Amor, Con Amor.
And she spoke words in self and doubt,
Hanging on the balance, and self-endowed,
No I'm trying to think about it,
No I'm trying to think about it no more,
But when this comes forth.
Con Amor.
Con Amor, You take your pride at swines who don't even deserve their place.
Making waste out of the people who put pedestals on where they stay.
But you're just infatuated with their greed.
Going around planting evil seeds.
And I'm sitting here, wishing for the very best of my days.
Chasing desert eagles in the middle of Spain.
I'm doubting your place in this estate.
For the love is gone in the pain.
And she spoke words in self and doubt,
Hanging on the balance, and self-endowed,
No I'm trying to think about it,
No I'm trying to think about it no more,
But when this comes forth.
And she spoke words in self and doubt,
Hanging on the balance, and self-endowed,
No I'm trying to think about it,
No I'm trying to think about it no more,
But when this comes forth.
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7. |
Blue Sea
04:14
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I played your cards
Across the Blue Sea
For I loved her
Indefinitely.
I take your word
Cause I'm not feeling down
For I do it, and jump off the edge.
You're feeling strong
With bashing current bound,
For I feel it
Indefinitely.
Indefinitely.
I feel it worse with every morsel,
For I feel it,
And pay my debts.
You're losing weight,
To make pain tolerable,
But it paces,
And makes you lose depth.
Makes you lose depth.
You're conscious now,
But strong is vulnerable,
For it takes off,
And jumps off the edge.
I take your word,
Cause I'm not feeling down.
Why do bother?
Just jump off the edge.
Jump off the edge.
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8. |
Paris
06:58
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I get a kick,
Out of it,
To my own displace.
It's not a desire,
It's the sin of lust,
That I have to face.
But for the first time,
I'm feeling your love,
But you're selling it to another man,
and I'm clearly ashamed of.
In the city of love,
I don't feel it no more,
But I'm down on my hands and knees,
Begging you please to give it all.
It's not a desire,
It's an essential need,
And I'm down on my hands and knees,
Begging you please to give me more.
Mon Amour.
When the payment is done,
And I'm feeling so numb,
With your whiskey-soaked dress,
And those lips you caress,
I'm feeling so dumb.
Cause for the first time,
I'm feeling your love,
But you're selling it to another man,
and I'm clearly ashamed of.
Do you care for me now,
Or Am I somber regret?
Should I just leave this city,
Cause I paid your debts.
Should I just liberated you,
Or should I just forget?
The feelings we had
In the passion and sweat.
In the city of love,
I don't feel it no more,
But I'm down on my hands and knees,
Begging you please to give it all.
It's not a desire,
It's an essential need,
And I'm down on my hands and knees,
Begging you please to give me more.
Mon Amour.
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9. |
Dear Friend
03:52
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Combat the easy flu
That the stomach cannot handle
White walls in front of pyramids
Dear Friend
Hang me on the mantle
Bipolar from prescriptions
Raising my suspicions
Paranoia raising in my head.
Hell is just below
And I've got no place to go
When all your friends are gone
And the shell is just a home
When you bother just to fight
And just bother to strode.
I don't know man.
A gunman held his hand
To fight him on the shoulder
Since God was his devil
And sin made age older
Conflicted my obsession
Leaving mind obsessing
Paranoia raising in my head.
Hell is just below
And I've got no place to go
When all your friends are gone
And the shell is just a home
When you bother just to fight
And just bother to strode.
I don't know man.
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10. |
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A merchant out in the West,
Tells me of a man,
Caressed by a widower's dress,
He speaks his peace.
Out in the daylight,
Barren wastelands,
A weapon all held up,
In his hands.
He speaks his peace,
Through tiny instruments.
He's the man,
With the tunes,
From a tiny guitar.
No he's not going far,
No no he's not going far.
But he's dreaming of a better life,
Not being a slave to an empire.
Where the luxuries of cheap,
And the freedoms are free,
Or so they say.
There's no comfort in his eyes.
With his freedoms undermined,
With no other place to find,
'Cause it's all up in his mind.
Out in the daylight,
Barren wastelands,
A weapon all held up,
In his hands.
He speaks his peace,
Through tiny increments.
He's the man,
With the tunes,
From a tiny guitar.
No he's not going far,
No no he's not going far.
But he's dreaming of a better life,
Not being a slave to an empire.
Where the luxuries of cheap,
And the freedoms are free,
Or so they say.
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11. |
Hope In Hand
04:04
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There's hope in his hands
A place they'll understand
There's tears in her eyes.
I light the match in the centrifuge
To each part is her own
I watch the child go recluse
To each part is his own.
I saw a woman lose her child
To the disease that killed defile
Before the birth made it alive.
There's hope in his hands
A place they'll understand
There's tears in his eyes.
I find the tears not in her face
She took another man while she had her own
I saw fear catching in her face
Since I had feared the worst that I would ever known.
Cause I knew a girl that took her own
Even though she had me all the most
Now she denies that we exist
And family problems still persist
And I still have to deal with it.
Building atom bombs out of shelters.
Cause they deserve to die.
And I just don't know why
I bother to try.
There's hope in his hands
A place they'll understand
There's tears in their eyes
And one day they will die.
They sit in the park
And let their hands just breathe
Cause one day they'll die.
I light the match in the centrifuge
To each part is her own
I watch the child go recluse
To each part is his own.
As he takes his life with the noose
The bomb goes off and it takes loose
To Kill the stomach
And drown the children in the clues.
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12. |
Bautista
04:07
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On a plane,
Heading home,
Is it your birthright or is it just your own?
Where will you stay to rest your head at night?
Because the memories never stay,
In a place you're calling your own,
And the friends and words you speak,
Tongue in cheek,
In a place you're calling your home.
But please don't go,
Don't cry,
Left behind,
For your kind.
And as you say,
Left behind,
For You.
Say.
Undermined,
Heading home,
Friends at the terminal,
But don't wanna go.
Where will you stay to rest your head at night?
But it's so true.
So true.
They buried the hatchet,
And they want this best for you.
Wasting their time,
Trying to make the betterment of their lives.
Because the memories never stay,
In a place you're calling your own,
And the friends and words you speak,
Tongue in cheek,
In a place you're calling your home.
But please don't go,
Don't cry,
Left behind,
For your kind.
And as you say,
Left behind,
For You.
Say.
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Jacob Hutto Spring, Texas
Jacob Hutto is a Houston-based Singer-Songwriter, with experimental tendencies.
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