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Ferrous Frame
03:15
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Visualize a grey colored sky
A dark green clapboard and blackened blue eye Speak softly my son, of what you’ve become For this is you.
Turn around turn around
Turn around turn around
Black listed men have beautiful hearts
Torn apart yourself, that’s crazy
Back off that weather skin
Trying too hard to defend a decision
That was lost
Make believe, all pretend
Can’t start all over again
So I ask, must I beg.
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The Curve
02:01
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Standing in the shadow of insanity Shadowing a man of conformity Living to die
And dying to sleep
A rough serrated edge Buried too deep
The trains of knowledge Never derail
Laws can be broken to ride And we’ll take a dance Spinning in circles
All over town
I see that twinkle in your eye
Buttonhoof, A Framework –
And notice you can mistook NBC for god. Lets go to the river
I swear I’ll dump it in
I swear I watch it dissipate.
Watch it leave the state.
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Landscape
02:46
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All is quiet on the western front
As I throw up my arms
Gravity takes hold
Pack horses, slum dwellers and slaves They got what they need
I got what I need.
I don’t need what I got
I don’t need what I got
Ill go and search not wait and feed
See, I got this thing about doing without
My friends and I we won’t hold back
No holding back.
A rising tide of doing without
I guess you’ve noticed my spoon aint that big. I’ll have to stick to a
Regime of portion control
I don’t need what I got
I don’t need what I got
Ill go and search not wait to feed
See I got this thing about doing without
My friends and I we wont hold back
No holding back.
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Rainy Tuesday
03:43
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My guitars been lying Stealing, bad behaving My minds been racing Plotting, not succeeding Water logged shoes
And a full backpack
And I stumble yeah
Yeah, I stumble, I stumble like so Tag youre it, Im tired of these games And im not gonna take it anymore No no no no
Them drums been fighting
Thick skinned, biting brawling
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Roundabout
02:36
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The best of a bad situation
And nothing more.
Thoughts in the clouds he memorized the floor Splitting in pieces hes broke to the bone
Hes going down. Going down
Books and maps surround himself
Preparing for what he can
Theres a structure to fail
A landlord to weep
And him.
He’ll get by fine
A precious chapter is built
Where everyone falls
A switch of the lighter has broke down those walls My friends, my friends my enemies.
My friends, my friends my enemies
Has the thought every come
That the glass was a gun
God, oh god what have I done?
God, oh god what have I done
Independent, self sufficient
Were going down
Going down, were going down
Going down, going down, were going down.
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6. |
Don't Walk There
02:26
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No one expects you to show much grief
When you lock your doors and child is asleep No one expects this sort of fear
Hatch the battons when neighbors near
If only you had the foresight to be different
If only you had the foresight to be different Popular demand for saftey’s sake
A four button code withers a deep handshake And impact you want a walk you won’t take Paralysis by analysis, your mistake
Paralysis by analysis, your mistake
If only you had the foresight to be different.
If only you had the foresight to be different Pack your belongings mam
Its time to leave
Cover your mouth
Your air we wont breathe
Don’t assume for a second
this is your last attack
If only you had the foresight to be different (4x)
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No Armor
03:30
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The light is failing
Quicker than before
I want to appreciate
By lying on the floor
Warmed over rock bed
Content, Content, we wanted more
I can’t take back anything I say
So I best choose my words in a better way A river to the right and dust on our trail Ill fall in, you better believe I will
There is no armor here
Just a guarded vest Sticking to the mercy of One of the best (x2)
Truly a declaration
To remove the blame
I hope for tolerance
One in the same
A long humid path
Webs stretching through Rise and begin to move A realistic point of view
There is no armor here Just a guarded vest Sticking to the mercy of One of the best.
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God is Alone
04:08
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Charcoal fitted mud gritted with a
Devil in his pack, hes a
Black listed book not a chance to find a shelf
Hes been alone fifteen years, ten by himself
While he stares a blank to the clouds each afternoon He sees them drop
Take notice that his heart beats for himself Cherry oak pine shaded house for himself
Ugly face and thoughts to match Nowhere to let off
Taught hate at an early age
He learned it too.
Hes been alone fifteen years, ten by himself
While he stares a black to the clouds each afternoon He sees them drop
Take notice that his heart beats for himself Cherry oak pine shaded house for himself
A dusty Monday he sat to write The last of his words
A shaken hand struck a chord No one could make out
A blank stare to the cloud that morn Fade to black
And there he dropped
Take notice that his heart beats for himself Cherry oak pine shaded house for himself
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The Cliffs
02:47
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Bend the branch we shall feast tonight No prayer or blessing
Not one to spare
She’s running from dark circles
She’s running from dark circles Caused by the city lights
His hands they look so soft now Strengthen everyday
Its called progress
After the fish the fuel
For the perfect sea of flames
They sit to talk about their dreams Their dreams
The bottles ran dry
And the wind has upped its game Hot coals whisper
That we must be on our way
Shes running from dark circles Caused by the city lights
His hands they look so soft now Strengthen everyday
Its called progress
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10. |
Death Wish
03:10
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Sit right here let the smoke color you in Heavy handed lover
Described as a friend
White striped suit, so damn smooth
Burns red light a warning light
Glows brighter with each deep breath And you see, Im a slave
Smokey breath ten years now Disobey my inner self
My self control
Advance to stage three
Lungs screaming with a friendly pop Yellow fingers coax me home Chained shackles around my feet
Ive got a deathwish Hang me out to dry Ive got a deathwish
Smokey breath, ten years now Disobey my inner self
My self control
Advance to stage three
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I'm Connected
02:39
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A few lights stay lit in the middle of the street Sometimes I forget how hard it can be Observe that overturned beater at my feet
Hunker down hands on my knees
Hunker down hands attached to my knees Hunker down hands are my knees
Staying aware of my hands, my face, of me The radio sings the saddest song I know While a man of god bites his lip
Hes got that night fiightened face (x2) Old man old man go back inside (x4) Hunker down, hands on my knees
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From the Start
02:41
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Fighting sleep with breath caught in my throat Everythings timing, that includes this wakeup call Counting bruises, the ones that last too long
You won’t catch me praying for rain
Don’t give me that runaround
I don’t need no sacramental dance Ive got service to attend
Service to attend
Fighting sleep with breath caught in my throat Saved by lord rational
Counting bruises, easily explained
You won’t catch me praying for rain
Ive had trouble from the start Organized backwoods school of thought I walk alone I walk alone
Don’t give me that runaround
I don’t need no sacramental dance Ive got service to attend (x4)
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Buttonhoof Bloomington, Indiana
Buttonhoof are an eclectic and intensely full three piece hailing from the honest flats of Southern Indiana where they stray only a few feet from their punk rock roots. Soulful lyrics accommodated by a never modest bass section that can only be matched by the syncopated magician we call a drummer. Buttonhoof, its whats for dinner! Wait... maybe I'm thinking of beef. ... more
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