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Departed
I’ve been trying to ignore,
what lies beyond,
But it comes knocking at my door
Someone much loved will soon be gone.
This road can’t be long enough.
Can’t we take the long way?
Can’t we stop for a drink?
I’m screaming in my head.
Next ride will take us to the top,
but I’m not feeling up.
Eleventh floors not far away,
Then down the hall and to the left.
I see him lying there, but he’s not really here
Looking at him
He’s higher than I’ve ever been.
That man is dying, I see it onscreen.
That news reporter, she’s looking at me.
While we watch it onscreen the drip of him morphine
That man in dying, I watch it on screen.
Phone is ringing off the hook,
she stops to take a look.
Mom is calling and just for a few moments she felt good.
Before she has time to say hi seems its grandpa’s time to die.
Say your final goodbye’s.
Highway seems longer than it’s ever been.
244 kilometers to feel the pain,
And the darkness outside give her no place to hide.
She knows, she’ll never see him again.
That man is dying, I see it onscreen.
That news reporter, she’s looking at me.
While we watch it onscreen the drip of him morphine
That man in dying, higher than I’ve been.
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Raccoon Disguise
Sunken black eyes check my raccoon disguise
A sack full of potential
conscience spouting true lies
"It can always get worse than this" they said
theres no talking sense to walking dead
Goals that never made the highlight reel
Races won simply by standing still
A career of struggling to breath
Juggling nihilism and a loosening grip on reality
(Chorus)
I use this break dance
to camouflage my breakdowns
I question the character of those that
still seem to want me around
Don't know how to perceive any random situation
Am I a pig awaiting slaughter?
Or the guy bringing home the bacon?
The Wallenda family would be pretty impressed
As I negotiate the tightrope
between helpless and useless
The crowd in awe, and at the edge of their seats
Soaking in the potential for potential defeat.
Sunken black eyes
Check my raccoon disguise
Sack full of potential
My conscience spouting true lies
It can always get worse is what they said
There's no talking sense to walking dead
It can always get worse inside your head
There's no talking sense to walking dead
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Mother Nature (don't take no shit)
Did you see the news today?
It appears the earth is swelling
Did you read the news today?
Mother earth is rebelling
Well, it only seemed to figure
it was just a matter of time.
No one ever figured it would be
within our lifetime
Mass production, mass consumption
leads to mass destruction
How long 'till we realize it's
ourselves we're fucking?
Did you see the news today?
It appears the earth is bleeding
A direct result
of all this greed we're feeding
well, the natural world
seems to have been taken over
Like parasites we feed.
The earth can no longer shoulder
The burden put upon it
by a society like ours
Ignoring whats beneath our feet
while reaching for the stars
and the money
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Everybody Leaves
Remembering back when we were kids
And all of than dumb shit we did
Best buds till the end. Now we don’t speak
You taught me long ago that
Everybody leaves X7
If you don’t then I will
My grandparents are dead now gone away
My folks are alive but don’t talk to me
Excommunicated but not angry
I learned long ago that
Everybody leaves X7
If you don’t then I will
Matt’s part not sure on the words….
If you stay then I will leave
I’ll be dead and you will greave
Our sweetest love won’t mean a thing
You’ll be on your knees when
Everybody leaves X8
Everybody leaves
But it’s alright
Everybody leaves
Maybe I’ll see you tonight
Then I’ll drink with you
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Mirrors - Crooked Jacks
03:03
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Mirrors
I'm trying to find an answer
I'm trying to find a reason
Trying to find things
that I can believe in
But all I find is trouble,
and ways to unwind
I hate everything,
even when I'm having a good time
So I'll just sit here
staring at this wall all night
Ignoring glares and conversation
that might make my life bearable
Insecurity cuts like a knife to my throat
I've got so many thoughts
I've got ideas to express
It must be the drugs. I must be a mess
I'm a walking punchline.
I'm a human anecdote
The sad clown
after being introduced to dope
So I'll just sit here
grinding my teeth all night
Nothing I could say
would ever come out right
Like Dangerfield I'll get
no respect tonight or any other
Like Rodney I'm dead
All of my mirrors are broken
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Let's go - Rusty Feather
02:43
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Crooked Jacks Sherbrooke, Québec
Crooked Jacks are Canadian punk-rock warriors hailing from the musical purgatory of Sherbrooke, Quebec. From street punks
to aging skaters caught up in an adult world they can’t figure out… anyone can relate to these guys.
Created in 2009 after many long nights, blistered fingers and various vices, Crooked Jacks mixes fast paced punk rock with catchy, almost country, guitar riffs.
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