1. |
twelve step program
03:22
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12 step program
You're my heartful, a heartful of love
Ya got me hooked, you're my main drug
I got a heartful, a heartful of buzz
ya make me feel delirious
(chorus)
I got the rhythm, and it's here to stay
Baby, I need you, every night and day,
hold up a minute, I got somethin' to say,
you're my addiction, and you're 12 steps away
And when ya don't know, I look at you,
but when ya do, you can see right through
Ya hit me hard, from my hat to shoes
I got no reason to sing the blues
(chorus)
I got the rhythm, and it's here to stay
Baby, I need you, every night and day,
hold up a minute, I got somethin' to say,
you're my addiction, and you're 12 steps away
You're my treatment, you're my program
You're my pint, and you're my dram
You're my endorphin, my imipram
You're my high dose of milligram
(chorus)
I got the rhythm, and it's here to stay
And babe, I need you, every night and day,
hold up a minute, I got somethin' to say,
you're my addiction, and you're 12 steps away
You're my heartful, a heartful of love
Ya got me hooked, you're my main drug
I got a heartful, a heartful of buzz
(break for vocals) ya make me feel deliriouzz
(chorus)
I got the rhythm, and it's here to stay
And god, I need you, every night and day,
hold up a minute, I got somethin' to say,
you're my addiction, and you're 12 steps away
May 8, 2018
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2. |
let your freak flag fly
03:48
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let your freak flag fly
We won't rise up, lest we wise up
and we answer the call
It's no mystery, says our history,
or we'll deserve it all
when we hand it to those bandits
Then we lose all we've got
It's disposed of and disclosed
that we are helpless and bought
(chorus)
and sold, watch it all crumble to the ground, just let your freak flag fly
so, watch it all crumble to the ground, just be prepared to die
It's the new grift, causing a rift
where we should just all feel safe
while the bastards and our masters
collect cash from the state
disarm the people; rendered feeble
in attempts to defend
from what we've seen, it's the machine,
It's well-oiled means to an end
We won't wise up, lest we rise up
and we answer the call
It's no mystery, says our history,
or we'll deserve it all
If we hand it to those bandits
Then we lose all we've got
It's disposed of then disclosed
that we are helpless and bought
(chorus)
and sold, watch it all crumble to the ground, just let your freak flag fly
so, watch it all crumble to the ground, just be prepared to die
(bridge)
we've seen this all before
welcome to the third world war
3/12/2018
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3. |
history-ectomy
04:01
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history-ectomy
is this just me being myself
or is this "trying to press on"?
all I know is that it's happened again
one day she's here, the next she's gone
am I not learning from my past,
or am I just stuck in a loop?
or am I just doing what's natural,
passed on from the primordial soup?
(chorus)
I don't know how the species is expected to survive
if this feeling just repeats, I don't understand how we thrive
It's all nice and peachy 'till I hear, "It's not you, it's me"
I wanna purge it all, and get a history-ectomy
It's on me
I don't think that I messed up,
that overall, I was okay
I thought I was here for support,
but found out I was in the way
I can't say that I'll be waiting
I can't say I believe in fate
those promises have gone grey
those poems had expiration dates
(chorus)
I don't know how the species is expected to survive
if this feeling just repeats, I don't understand how we thrive
It's all nice and peachy 'till I hear, "It's not you, it's me"
I wanna forget it all, and get a history-ectomy
(chorus 2)
if I can't have this future, then can I forget our past
so I won't cling to hope and I won't put myself on blast
so here's another heartfelt song that won't change a damn thing
god only knows how long "you'll do you," and "I'll do me"
but as for me, I'll take that history-ectomy
June 13, 2018
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4. |
no retreat
02:44
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no retreat
I can't call you up
you're not around
I can't bring you up
I can't let you down
within these walls
you're not there
the only arms
are on your chair
(chorus)
and there's no retreat back home
gotta handle it on my own
I'll keep my chin up
I'll try to believe
and Lord, I won't take it for granted,
I'll try to breathe
I think of the stars
as I till the soil
cause you taught me there'll be no fruit
unless I toil
(chorus)
and there's no retreat back home
I can handle this on my own
you taught me what I need to know
and that everyone reaps what they sew
July 23, 2018
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