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Gifted/Talented
03:58
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Another Year
05:11
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No this song isn’t about you
I’ve just been stuck on this little tune for
The past year or so
Anyways I thought I’d let you know
That I’m all grown up I’ve ironed out my issues
All it took was a candle and some tissues
And some food and some sex and some tears and voice effects and some weed and some coffee and some sun and some more weed
To enjoy this movie that’s stuck on the same spot
I’ve tried to fast forward but time has me caught
In a loop in a phase in a predetermined set of days
Rocking back and forth til I remember the way you look
And it doesn’t push me to tears
All it took was a year
No this song isn’t about you
It’s about this perfect person who reminded me of you
When we had the same haircut anyways
You’ve grown too I can’t help but notice
But the finer points are still out of focus
And I love you I do at least I know the sensation
There must be some song some spell some incantation
To go back retrace my steps exactly
Rewind to the time when I was always happy
By the beach by the lake there was never any wake
All trust no fall with everything at stake
Am I free?
When I’m still brimming with tears
Even after a year
No this song isn’t about you
I could understand why you might be confused
It’s perplexing to me
And there’s no apology
That could exonerate me I’m basically a lost cause
That is unless this song is giving you pause
I’ve spent each day stuck on the same replay
I can’t say I was deliberately led astray
That would be to accept no blame
Honey I’ve been lost and I know you feel the same
Not gonna slide not even gonna plan
When I find you again I’m taking your hand
In mine
No matter the time spent paying you back my dear
If it takes another year
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3. |
I Don't Know Anything
03:07
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I think I’ll travel from town to town
Sing a song till I don’t want to drown
Maybe that’s dramatic
I just thought I’d be over this by now
You eat my food and you drink my beer
I don’t know who invited you here
I just thought I’d get
A little time to myself
Is that too much to ask?
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know no
I don’t know
I don’t know anything
I just know I’m dead when I’m with you
Gonna take a second for my mental health
Gonna take another to gather in some wealth
Accrue some assets before the next depression sets in
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know no
I don’t know
I don’t know anything
I just know I’m dead when
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know no
I don’t know
I don’t know anything
I just know I’m dead when I’m with you
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Not a Single Thing
03:38
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No need to take this as some kind of warning
It’s depression hours baby I’ll be good in the morning
She said there must be something wrong but I can’t put my finger on it
I say I know yeah I know yeah I know yeah I know
But I don’t know a single thing
Yeah I know yeah I know yeah I know yeah I know
But I don’t know a single thing
No need to therapize I already did it myself
I’m too obsessed with self control and baby I’m beyond help
She said after all this time you couldn’t be honest with me
Said I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know
I don’t know what happened to me
No I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know
I don’t know what happened to me
No need to finish your thought I already know what you’re going to say
We’ve had this talk too many times and I can’t leave you this way
But how can I make you happy when I forgot the way it feels
I should go I should go I should go I should go I should go
You say before I can wipe your tears
And I know and I know and I know and I know
I won’t love again for years
And I know and I know and I know and I know
I won’t love again for years
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Guilty/Wasted
04:25
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I have your stuff you told me to keep
Almost sold it all for pretty cheap
You said you wouldn’t care but I feel guilty
I guess I’m alright but people don’t know me/Let’s skip to the part where you just forgive me
I pocketed that money took your bass
Said I was doing you a favor it would just go to waste
It was like $150 I lied to his face
I’ll be broke by next week anyways
I don’t know what to do anymore so I just stay home and get wasted
I’d like to punch the mirror for talking back make him bleed just to taste it/I’d like the mirror to start punching back make him bleed just to taste it
As much as I beat myself up over it
There’s nothing can change that regretful shit
But I just want to sweat and shiver and throw a fit
Too bad I wasted three years singing about it
I don’t know what to do anymore so I just stay home and get wasted
I’d like to take the time to thank some folks instead of actually helping
I didn’t vote in 2016 and I constantly feel guilty/I didn’t vote in 2016 and I’m constantly made to feel guilty (but I’m really not anymore)
It’s not as bad as when I hear that voice hoping something will kill me
So I don’t have to be the one to do it
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6. |
Miss Memory
05:58
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I’ve studied in school the art of song
I’m well versed in all her tactics
But there’s a surplus of us and super heroes
Everyone else is target practice
You get three tries to beat the boss
Don’t worry he knows your path
And when you try to be the boss
Don’t forget to show your wrath
Memory doesn’t run out
It shies away from view
Til time decides to interject
With false claims of being misused
No memory don’t run out
But it spoils in step with you
Til you don’t recall the question posed
But you know not to refuse
Middling days cold sun rays
I walk on a salt-rimmed road
I used to gamble on myself
But lately I’ve learned to fold
It’s not that success seems out of reach
But failure’s a spiteful specter
Clinging on to my every song
Singing cannot infect her
(Chorus)
I’ve studied in school the art of word
Too bad it can’t help me now
My heart is heavy but I’m used to that
It’s my lungs that keep weighing me down
The chronicle foretold it all
But I’m still going to spill my guts
If I don’t die leaping from the razors edge
It’ll be by a thousand cuts
(Chorus)
No memory don’t run out
I need to have a word with you
You see time telegraphs his every move
But I still don’t know what to do
I still don’t know what to do
I still don’t know what to do
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7. |
Orange in the Shower
03:21
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As I slept I fell in love again
How terribly mean
To feel my heart just fall apart
Knowing it was just a dream
You’re like an orange in the shower
I’ve never tried but if I got you inside I know I’d feel your power
You’re a spark
You’d probably take that as a compliment
I say I got something going for you
You say who doesn’t
With chemistry everyone’s got it for me
Best not confront it
You say there’s something in the water
I never dive that’s where they eat you alive I’m just great white fodder
You’re a shark
But that’s only my second greatest fear
As I tried to sleep I broke down again
No one understands
Not even you, well perhaps you would too
But you’re probably fanning fires with your fans
You’re like the closure that I desire
I never cry but if you’re wondering why I keep rubbing my eyes
I can’t sleep
And when I do my dreams refuse to come true
I can’t sleep
And you can’t seem to stop moving
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Blue Moon Goop
The tide is just another man
Trying to separate himself from the sand
In vain
It’s always the same
It’s the cliche, the push and the pull
I wish I could fly but the sky’s already full
Of stars
I’m aiming for Mars
Blue
I’ve gotten used to that
Hue
It draws the eye to the
Moon
Blue blue blue moon
Blue blue blue moon
I’ve never driven with fear in my veins
But I’ve stared into the sun and I assume it’s the same
I’m blind
Nothing’s defined
Looking up is a marvelous thing
I can’t wait to see a visible ring
Of trash
It’ll come crashing down
Blue
It’s quite a nice point of
View
Looking out from the
Moon
Blue blue blue moon
Blue blue blue moon
The tide is just another man
Trying to separate himself from the sand
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I’m not going to bed I’m not about to depart
I don’t want to leave before my favorite part
Take what you want but know there’s no giving back
Where’s the entertainment in that
Oh you’re useless
Unless you remember not to confuse this knife with a needle
I bled dry all my people
I’m not well read and I don’t look at art
I roll around my things in a shopping cart
Taking some new stuff then putting it back
Buying more than enough in case I look like a hack
Oh but it’s useless
If I don’t have a gun how can I loose this ammunition on some bad faith actors
Created by Russian cyber attackers
I’m quite well fed I’ve got a very full heart
But every day requires a bit of a jump start
Tangled in cables by the middle of the day
This web of dispassion is eating away
At my bite is toothless
I’d tell you to fuck off but the truth is I exist in a one man production
Directed by a collage of assumptions
Take your aim set and fire
I was just about to retire anyways
In the past are my useful days
Play your game deal me in
I need to purge my sins yesterday
The devil offered me double the pay
And I turned him down
Now where’s my crown
No seriously where’s my crown
Who’s the fool that wears my crown
Goddammit I just put it down
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10. |
Babe, You're a Star
04:29
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One last hoorah
More like a last “I’m fine”
Now it’s time
To pay the rent
But you spent all your money
On drugs and clothes
Depressive episodes
And useless shit
But you’ve got time
To drop off the check
At least another year
At least another set of unreachable goals
Now at least I sound like that singer you love
A low conversational tone but I’m still talking down
Myself from the ledge
I promised myself I wouldn’t make a pledge
But here I am
A fraternity of sweating hands and frozen feet
She never dresses in black
I respect the hell out of that
Oh tell me I’m crazy man
Tell me I have it too good to be making plans
But you oh beautiful you
You deserve all the love in the world
You’re a special type of girl
And I’m a wrung out sponge
Now at least I sound like the artist I hoped to become
Drunk depressed and alone making up shit as I go
Out and overthink things
Like is she in love with me
But here you are
A fragile fistful of scars and expectations
I can’t believe
That you convinced me
That I was a star
Headed for something greater than this
But I guess it’s shame on me
For half heartedly
Chasing less than a dream
More like a get rich quick scheme
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11. |
Womb/Tomb
04:06
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Repeating mistakes am lazy
My brain has started saving
But my heart is in debt
Loving life for it’s air of disregard
Is like lungs falling in love with the one cigarette
And if you must be clear
That you don’t mention your fears
For fear of giving them a leg to stand on
We already lost
When you measured the cost
And decided it wasn’t worth pressing your brand on
By and by, as time
Goes and goes and swallows
Another kiss another missed opportunity
Buy and buy and buy some more of the
Things you can’t ring up in the store
It’s the story of your life
Wouldn’t you at least like to write it
Not afraid of the passage of time
Rather aging on someone else’s dime
I wanna go grey but in my own special way
Repeated mistakes make me feel like a fake
My place is in my heart
Save face after I fall apart
Goodbye goodbye to all my mothers
Fathers, sisters, and brothers
I take my leap of absence
Life’s no longer than this song
I hope you got to sing along
Or at least write your own tune
I hope to hear it soon
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Ben Griffin Portland, Maine
Singer/Songwriter splitting time between Philly and Maine
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