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requiem
03:31
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i met a man and he sat on top
i sat low but i looked up
as i wanted to sit with him
i caused a racket for attention
he looked down but said he had nothing more to see
that's when i realized he was nothing like me
and the rain fell hard as he grinned
requiem
when we all die the world will go on just the same
so it don't matter if you're in a big city a town or a village
if your singing in your basement no one's gonna hear a single word you sing
there's no way to begin again
and the drunkard's choir has stained all of my skin
the other night as i laid down to sleep
i was met with guilt and gr*e*
in my dreams
a revelation to some it may have seemed
but i cannot describe all these things that i have seen
that's what's caused me to sing
requiem
when we all die the world will go on just the same
so don't do nothing that would make you want to to find someone else to blame
don't be afraid to shoot the horse that's lame
and give in to any man who smiles down in the rain
don't fuck with us
i met a man who said he had nothing more to see
as i looked out at all the things that i a gonna be
i told him... you just wait and see
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butch cassidy just pissed on my dog and jumped a cliff
standard operating procedure for a badass
i watched him from below in a puddle of blood
collecting from the seats from way up high in the sky
someone with a foam gun on hand
found a button in the rocks
pushing this a stick is in the loom
dreams of car crashes
and you in bed
i woke up punching my pillows in my mother's hands
james dean don't know that he died
that's what cool is
i drew those cheeks and dawned a mask
king of May day / mayday
though my hands are in my pockets they are clenched up into mighty fists
i found a hat
considered myself complete for the moment
then i remembered the fire underneath my shoes
saiou-ga-uma
memory of tomorrow existing the way yesterday should
the pride of all americans
the abstraction of you and i
and all of this
don't be too sad don't be too satisfied
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roger
03:56
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i dream every night he said
his glasses hung off the edge of his nose
like a suit on the ledge
the day the market crashed
he asked me why Lebron left
if i would be at his wedding
gray hairs stick out the sides of his head
he holds himself like a used wad of gum
"i wanna be a pro wrestler"
"like the WWF?"
"yeah, like the WWF. Yeah, like the WWF"
"what will you call yourself
when you're a professional wrestler?
"Roger, 'cause that's my name"
"do you dream every night?" he asked
and i thought about my last dream
sex, and a boss from an old job
i paused, said "no i don't dream every night"
i want to know so badly
if he sees
the same things
i see
he pushed his glasses up on his nose
and he took a long, clean
look at me
and i've never felt so close to anyone
while feeling so far away from anyone
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miss ohio
03:23
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the apocalypse exists
at least a version of it
and miss ohio is there
and miss ohio is there
waving with pearls
and french fried women
all cake heavy
and exhausted
a kiss from gaunt faced purple girls
the third rate smells from third rate rides
the sounding calls of abandoned children
and used up wheels
all flabby abyss
and everything is perfectly lit
as sand castles and tied is high
the carrousel
the carnival
the burned out lights and infinite sigh
the carrousel
the carnival
the burned out lights and infinite sighs
the apocalypse
at least a version of it
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over idaho on a day
we know not all of you have gotten your beverage
but we will all be in our jump seats soon
so drink up the seat belt sign
organs may have shifted during flight
and over the Rockies
we may be screwed
the last sight you may see
is on the back of your eyelids as you decide
if you did everything in your life
you wanted to
over idaho on a day
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acrowdedroom
02:55
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you told me you were standin alone in a crowded room
the other day
don't we all stand alone in a crowded room
some way or other
but i could feel your heat
radiating off of the seats
yeah and i still hear your words
radiating off of my ears
almost everyday
you told me you slipped and fell on a fresh waxed floor
in your socks
the other day
and i know this cause i slipped and i fell right
next to you
the very same way
well we just laughed at each other
yeah well maybe we skinned our knees
yeah well i hold that time in my mind
almost everyday
and none of us will last forever
so what's the point in fighting
and holding each other to the lights
it gets you nowhere
no way
when you say you're standin alone in a crowded room
i say it's time for you to make some friends
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i will be singing
03:34
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you can put a hole in my boat
that don't mean i'm sinking
you can stick feathers in my rear
but that don't mean i'm a chicken
i will grow a gut in time
i'm sure without even thinking
all this time's already passed
and i swear i haven't been blinking
if you would ask me if i would have guessed
5 - 10 years ago
i would smack you in the face
for wasting my time
i will build it up
i will tear it down
and i will stand upon it
even if that means i'm sinking
i will tear it up
and i will tie it down
and i will face the day that offers no pity
i'll tear it up
before i can tear it down
and we will see me around
and i will be singing
i will build it up
before i can tear it down
and i will see me around
and i will be singing
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allthosethings
03:27
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when i woke up i was lying face down in a valley
storm clouds raging overhead and blood dried up
in my eyes
i wobbled over to the cliff overlooking eternity
waves crashed hard as i tried hard to decide
why
so i called out to you in the darkness
but what were you supposed to say when we met there
and what was i supposed to do when we met there
well how was we supposed to be when we met there
and you just stayed silent
but let me know that you were there
you stared at my side
as you stood by my side
you helped me build a boat
when i woke up i was lying face up in a boat with you
clear skies and sunlight right in my
in my eyes
i looked up at the cliffs of uncertainty
and i strapped myself in tight for the ride
that surely leads us to where we die
and i will do all those things i know i need to do
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heard an old man say one time
"grow up this won't hurt one bit"
as he loaded his gun up
when he pulled the trigger it did not go click
heard an old man say one time
"my work here is done, why wait?"
goin 90 on the interstate
in the berm, you say that's dangerous
but if you don't take any risks
you will not die
but you will not really live
heard an old man say one time
"grow up this won't hurt one bit"
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sovroncourt (Cameron Sharp) Ohio
sovroncourt is cameron sharp (and periodically a small cast of friends). There is vitality and a sense of honesty in his imperfections and character. sovroncourt plays a peculiar brand of folk, with a voice that might rub you the wrong way at first, but with time, will feel like the softened grooves of a well loved record. ... more
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