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Devoid
04:13
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Up so late
I cannot find my head
I think I left it
At the corner of my bed
I’m so lazy
What should I do next?
Perhaps a job would help
Some suggest
That’s what some suggest
I don’t wanna do your thing
I just wanna do my own thing
Do things on my own accord
Devoid of dysfunction and dischord
I don’t wanna do your thing
I just wanna do my own thing
Do things on my own accord
Devoid of dysfunction and dischord
Up so late
My eyes are bloodshot red
I must be livin’
Inside my head
I’m so crazy
That’s what I do best
Perhaps a nut house
Is what some would suggest
That’s what some suggest
I don’t wanna do your thing
I just wanna do my own thing
Do things on my own accord
Devoid of dysfunction and dischord
I don’t wanna do your thing
I just wanna do my own thing
Do things on my own accord
Devoid of dysfunction and dischord
La da da da da la da da da da da
La da da da da la da da da da da
Up so late
Communing with the dead
I met a cool ghost
By the name of Fred
I’m so spacey
That’s what I do best
Perhaps a spaceship
Is what some would suggest
That’s what some suggest
I don’t wanna do your thing
I just wanna do my own thing
Do things on my own accord
Devoid of dysfunction and dischord
I don’t wanna do your thing
I just wanna do my own thing
Do things on my own accord
Devoid of dysfunction and dischord
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Decay
03:56
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I splintered my tongue
Inspired by these serpents
I lie awake at night
Cutting teeth on my repents
They’re lying above
Their ever narrow gaze
Lucifer’s harbingers
Are feasting on the decay
Blue skies turn to grey
But we’ll always decay
Blue skies turn to grey
But we’ll always decay
I reach in my wounds
Extracting all the fear
I look to the sky
With a snicker and a sneer
I’ll turn it all around
I’ll bend the notion
The height keeps getting steeper
I’m feeling the devotion
Blue skies turn to grey
But we’ll always decay
Blue skies turn to grey
But we’ll always decay
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It’s almost that time
To get on ready to go
But like every other time
I’ll be a no show
Call me a flake
Cause I already know
I just really don’t wanna go
Cause I just wanna stay home tonight
I wanna stay home tonight I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Cause when I stay home at night
It makes me feel so alive I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Because when I go out at night
It makes me feel so deprived I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Cause when I stay home at night
It makes me feel so alive I know
And I just wanna stay home at night
I’m bailing out again
I’m feeling too exhausted
Agoraphobic to the bone
I relish quiet time to sit all alone
I don’t like crowds
I wanna stay home
For a more predictable outcome
Cause I just wanna stay home tonight
I wanna stay home tonight I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Cause when I stay home at night
It makes me feel so alive I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Cause when I go out at night
It makes me feel so deprived I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Cause when I stay home at night
It makes me feel so deprived I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
It’s almost that time
To bail out on someone
Make up another excuse
For why I will not come
I know it’s weird but
I love it so much
It’s become too easy a crutch
Cause I just wanna stay home tonight
I wanna stay home tonight I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Cause when I stay home at night
It makes me feel so alive I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Cause when I go out at night
It makes me feel so deprived I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
Cause when I stay home at night
It makes me feel so alive I know
And I just wanna stay home tonight
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Painted Red
03:28
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Violence is rife
We don’t know what to feel
We’re held captive to fear
By the newsreel
When your God is dead
And there’s blood on your hands
And you’ve buried your head
All too deep in the sand
These cities streets are painted red
And like a virus
It’ll spread
These cities streets are painted red
Wearing the faces of the dead
I know, I know, I know
It’s too harrowing
I know, I know, it’s true
I know, I know, I know
It’s too frightening
I know, I know, it’s you
They come like a gun
Blazing into the night
Oh say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
They keep spilling blood
And it’s just for the thrill
Getting their kicks
From the people they kill
These cities streets are painted red
And like a virus
It’ll spread
These cities streets are painted red
Wearing the faces of the dead
I know, I know, I know
It’s too harrowing
I know, I know, it’s true
I know, I know, I know
It’s too frightening
I know, I know, it’s you
Your tactics are old
And soon you will feel
The burning of skin
This inferno is real
The world is in flames
Revolutions reveal
A deafening noise
Like a baby pig’s squeal
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Curled in your bed
With your eyes pinched tight
Body tremblin’ throughout the night
Sleep escaped you hours ago
You’ve got no place to go
Good ole trouble
Comes to rear its mane
Good ole trouble
Gonna have it’s way
Good ole trouble
Gonna twist your mind
Good ole trouble
Gonna give you a ride
When trouble comes knockin’
At your door
Beggin’ for mercy
With your knees
Pressed to the floor
When trouble comes knocking
At your door
You just can’t
Take it anymore
Just like the biblical Cain
Here again to deliver your pain
To drive your heart
To worthy shame
To twist your mind
Makin’ you insane
Good ole trouble
Lead me down this path
Good ole trouble
Made me feel its wrath
Good ole trouble
It knows my name
Good ole trouble
It's here to stay
When trouble comes knockin’
At your door
Beggin’ for mercy
With your knees
Pressed to the floor
When trouble comes knocking
At your door
You just can’t
Take it anymore
Run into the night
Gone chasing your dreams
Caught in the cool of the in between
Oh Lord, what a wicked game
Where everything seems to
Burst into flames
Good ole trouble
On by your side
Good ole trouble
Gonna give you a ride
Good ole trouble
Gonna rear its mane
Good ole trouble
Good ole trouble
Gonna make you insane
When trouble comes knockin’
At your door
Beggin’ for mercy
With your knees
Pressed to the floor
When trouble comes knocking
At your door
You just can’t
Take it anymore
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6. |
Find A Way
04:05
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Pebbles on this path to be
Never ending fast for me
Amid the highs and the lows
The winds flow and the waters flow
If I could touch the sky
I’d know that we could climb
Think about it everyday
A little more than yesterday
And if find we’re losing time
We’ll have to try and stay alive
We cannot deprive ourselves tonight
We’ve got to find a way to climb
And everyday we’ll pave the way
Back to that place where we can face
Another day where we can say
That we’ll always find a way
The scars of yesterday
Burn from the words I say
Tears dripping down my eyes
I start to realize
Watching the pour rain
It comes to cleanse this pain
A comforting caress
Soothes what I can’t express
And if find we’re losing time
We’ll have to try and stay alive
We cannot deprive ourselves tonight
We’ve got to find a way to climb
And everyday we’ll pave the way
Back to that place where we can face
Another day where we can say
That we’ll always find a way
The hopes of yesterday
Fall into disarray
A smile ear to ear
Washes away this fear
Watching the sun go down
Turns everything around
With a little more finesse
We can surely do our best
And if find we’re losing time
We’ll have to try and stay alive
We cannot deprive ourselves tonight
We’ve got to find a way to climb
And everyday we’ll pave the way
Back to that place where we can face
Another day where we can say
That we’ll always find a way
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Blake Starkey Long Beach, California
Los Angeles based musician, producer and visual and performing artist.
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