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Resignation Day
00:59
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To whom ever it concerns, please accept this letter as my official resignation
I’m getting the fuck out of here as fast as I can
because the last 3 years have dragged like needles over skin
and I wouldn’t stay here if you paid me a kings wage for this jesters job
no, I’m not stepping foot in this place again,
to piss on the fire when it goes up in flames
I’ll stand across the street and watch,
laughing at the sight of this burning parade of Assholes leading Clowns straight into the ground
Today has come as my Resignation Day
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I stood beside myself
when I saw him in your arms, I saw you both for the very first time
and at a loss of words to say,
I said nothing and stood silent in your grace
Troubled starts and shaky Beginnings
laid no foundations for the man that you became
and now you’re standing here today
with the past lingering behind you and ablaze
I can’t explain just how much it means to see you on your own two feet
just how much it means for me to see
this nest of Thorns and Salt,
that you spent so much time dragging yourself through behind you and ablaze
now when the crying stops and the sirens start to ring
I know you’ll have this under your control
Dear Brother I have seen the world
and I’d give it all to see from your eyes,
the suicide of the man that you used to be
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The months have turned to years
and I’m so damn glad to see you once again, I swear
but don’t get me wrong
I’m dreading the high 5's and the hand shakes
because once they’re gone all we’ve got are questions to fill the time
so please excuse me if I don’t feel much like answering today
it’s just cuz I’m still the same
living this routine just as mundane
You’ve been out and seen the world, and mines been getting smaller
so our stories don’t compare
so please excuse me if I don’t feel much like answering today
its just cuz I’m still Over Weight and Under paid and never fucking laid
but I know the finger of blame
That I’m still over weight and underpaid and never fucking laid
is pointing square at me
Stuck in the same dead end job, for the same damn dead end boss as last year
I’m sick of staring at the walls
standing still, watching the rest of the world go by
so please excuse me if I don’t feel much like talking today
but please don’t worry about me,
I may not be where I’m supposed to be
but please don’t worry about me
I’ll just keep wondering until I find a place that I can call my home
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The Riot Song
04:27
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The Revolution won’t be televised
because Bristol is on fire and there’s no T.Vs left to buy
Pavements where we drew with chalk as kids
are now covered in chalk out lines and shadows cast by fireflies
with the horizon in flames
we’re scratching off each day
that well be forced to spend
wiping our own blood of our blades
You say that you dream of starting anew
then these bricks are meant for building
and not for being used to smash the concrete and the glass
these are the mistakes of our past
and if we try and try, we can rebuild
The sounding of the gun begins the race
to take all we can get, and to get all we can take
but throwing petrol bombs wont articulate
our questions and the frustration in what we’re trying to say
so the guilty declare war
and the innocent suffer more
known unto God becomes the name
of he who died in vein
It’s hard to sit here and not feel sick
as I watch in disbelief,
the place that put me on my feet making nightmares out of dreams
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Hollywood Lied About Sex
03:42
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If it takes all night,
I’ll medicate myself into a state
where you don’t seem to be standing a thousand miles away
before this night ends and I drown myself in regrets and cowardice
I swear to God that I am going to make your eyes hit mine
if only for a second so that you can realize
that all I am is love struck and desperately waiting for my intentions and words
to meet somewhere in-between
so I could tell you tonight,
“You look like starlight to me”
If it takes all night,
I’ll navigate myself through this maze
of awkward introductions and stupid things to say
in a vain attempt of waking up lying next to you
with my fingers in your hair and our clothes scattering the floor
let’s fade to black and end this scene
another lie has been sold to me
It’s not like it really matters anyway
because you’re the surface and I’m a thousand leagues under the see
but what I wouldn’t give to feel the friction of the skin from our chests
with your hands clasping gently at my neck
and to feel the warmth of the fire inside your heart
If my desires could realise truth,
I’d fuck the last breath out of you
if my intentions and words could meet somewhere in between
I’d tell you tonight that
“you look like star light to me”
If this could be the lucky night for me
or another evening of misery
I will beckon you and say “I’m not ashamed”
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This Dead man’s town will swallow me whole,
chew me up and spit me out,
and leave me half a shell of the man I could have been
I’d hop on plain or coach just to get out of town
because my tired feet have walked these streets too many times before
I’ve dragged my heels from A to B
Broken, Drunk and Bored
this Town aint taunting me, and in the years I’ve had
I may not have learn a lot, but the one thing I’ve learnt
is that the mistakes that we make aren’t always subjective to the places that we stay
maybe it’s just you
and we all feel trapped every once in a while
Were only as free as our minds can let us be
It’s been a while since I have thought about packing up my shit and getting the hell out
I’m sorry mum and I’m sorry dad
It’s not your faults but I can’t spend another night in this house
because the liquor in my system aint making things so clear
we only have to wait till morning for these thoughts to disappear
this town aint taunting me, and in the years I’ve had
I may not have learnt a lot but the one thing I’ve learnt
is that every evening spent drinking, trying to forget
breeds another morning waking up, feeling like your dead
and now I know that I’m not safe because this feeling does come around
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Jump in with your eyes wide open
and breath in the air and the scenes that allow us to believe
that we are something more than just the sum of our parts
we’re more than dead end jobs, bank balances and broken hearts
Frustration carves it on your arm,
stop crawling your way through the day
stand up and start to walk
How long did the clock hands have to turn for it to take me to learn
that waking up with nothing
is better than waking up something that you could barely care about
as your feet drag like anchors and your eye lids weigh you down
just to meaninglessly decorate the walls of a cell
financial security can’t ever save you from yourself
I may not know who I want to be
and I may well have still have to sleep on someone else’s floor
but I’m not angry anymore
because waking up with nothing is better than waking up for nothing
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Whiskeyburn
03:10
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There’s some places that I haven’t been, stones I’ve left unturned
Roads to travel I haven’t yet trod, the sun is setting because
the World will keep on spinning out side of these office walls
and time will keep on ticking no matter how hard we stall
so let’s not forget that were living on borrowed time
it isn’t ours to throw away
There’s some people I haven’t met
The bastards and the dogs that hold me acquaintance for granted, not grandeur
Aren’t worth their weight in salt
I refuse for my closing scenes to be a reflection of chances not taken and wasted opportunity’s
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I’ve got no problem being bored, juvenile and insecure
because I’m only dragging myself down
but I’d break every bone I have bending backwards just to prove to you
that I’m capable of more
So let these shallow little words blur out the deeper truth
just so long as you’re aware that I’m not biting this bullet, I’m being pushed in front of it
so let’s not kid about what this is
We’re the beating heart of rotting flesh
Were Lungs without a breath
Were the echoes of a song that tired but couldn’t change the world
Were the echoes of a song that tried but couldn’t save the world
And I know your shit scared so please just take my hand and let my heart beat for the both of us
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Part II: Denial & Anger
02:47
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We’re acting like kids acting like adults, swinging our feet staring at the ground
and we can both see how pathetic this is,
to watch ourselves as we run circles, afraid to trip and fall
Another train ride, with a stomach full of knots and a lack of incite
I can’t fucking stand not knowing what you’re thinking, as I’m running out of breath
and so if you ever need me, you always know where you can find me
I’ll paint our names on a padlock and clip it to the Meteor Street Bridge
And Dogs can’t look up because Big Al says so
it seems stupid not to give this a go
this situation’s tightened its grip on our throats
but I’m not out of breath just yet
And I would never hesitate to wish this was something different
but I would never wish away everything you’ve been given
I’d give you every choice I have, every angle I can turn
because the romance in being free isn’t half what it is when you’re alone
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Rope (Part III)
04:54
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Rope (Part III)
These Ribs are closing in on a heart that’s barley pumping blood so hot
the inside of my veins are scalded with the characters of your name
So you stand here after all it takes to reach the end of this path that we paved
holding nothing but mistakes
staring at the ground shamefully avoiding gaze
So breathe in and I’ll breathe out
and together we can drag this to the ground
You’ve earned your rope and I’ve earned that anger to watch you choke
I won’t ever be here again, you’ve taken more from me that I was willing to give
So good bye and fare well, but forgive me if I don’t wish you all my best
With Nails digging in the palms of my hand
and knuckles yearning for an even score
I’ll clench my fists but restrain because the silence you created between us
Says even more
These flames paint a picture, a burning bridge that screams
“We’ve taken this too far”
So when all the smoke clears we can see ourselves for who we really are
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Jack Holmes Wien, Austria
Some song writers serenade you with beautifully preformed 3 minute mixtures of well-crafted lyrics, skilled playing and angelic singing. Jack Holmes is not one of these song writers. The exiled Englishman, now seeking refuge in the streets of Vienna, is to Acoustic Music what losing your virginity is in comparison to your repertoire of sexual encounters; fast, loud and just a little awkward. ... more
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