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A Fine Dime
03:05
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I’m experiencing a wall of death
a breakdown of the things that might kill me
I’d like to remember my youth more than I do
the building blocks with a golden hue
make love with memories
masked and wrinkled, recorded on tape.
age gnaws at life non-rhythmically
as its put in check like the plastic strings guitar
still so untuned
I knew it would stick
reaching out, reaching out
the first show was a hell of a drug
something so strong that the ground will pull out
from the strongest of men
wash my hands, withdraw within
the speakers pushing air reminds me
that this isn’t over yet
we do what we do cause we do it and thats why we do it
making music no one hears
yeah music no one hears
music no one hears.
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House Fire
02:33
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It wasn’t a decision to be uncomfortable
I shot too high I crashed too hard
This unwashed hair these tired shoes
Oh what a bang up job
I walk slowly down the street
glad that I’m strong
enough to stay honest while my stomach burns
like my home up in flames
yeah it true that spring brings new
I became the hot spot on my block
oh what searing pain
You can see it in my eyes
structure, safety, and routine
fell to the sidewalk transformed
to fear, to doubt, to burning
fear, doubt, and burning pain
fear and doubt and burning pain
disaster renders reality
discovering humanity
fear of the unknown in its purest form
a burning blessing in disguise
taught me how to live my life.
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Glass of Wine
02:53
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Breathing has thickened when it once was clenched
cause a stiffness in my neck that makes me sick
time’s one of those things just a matter of
it’s noiseless foot will bring me in
whoa will bring me in
well the fire in our bellies only half to blame
for breaking down our compass impending shame
I said I’ve learned my lesson but Ive lied before
I’ve lied before
Well the mornings finally here
showing anything but peace
I’ll talk this story with me
and you take that story with
you take that story with you
well the road was hit I got out of town
a smack a grief will resonate for always with this song
along side this song
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This is the work of recreation
built up in a time where
repetition breeds the same old thing that I’ve heard before
just a different package and a different bow
Ive come to terms that I’m just a speck of dust
with the smallest impact on a few of us
staring at the pond twenty-six miles south of town
the wind pushes round our bodies no concern
she speaks of death
I am the work of recreation
an imitation of something unoriginal and bland
on the very night the locust grind about
of course I feel lucky
so does that maple next to me
staring at the pond twenty-six miles south of town
the wind pushes round our bodies no concern
she speaks of death
of course I feel lucky
so does that maple next to me
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Burning the Sun
02:38
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Off we go again
to pack up our lives
in a halfway sound unbroken home, our home
something about a hardwood floor
to warm through the night
and the new faces in smoke filled room
offering their lives
we don’t expect a thing
and always get more
show me the floor
like the time in shitty Florida
fighting waves with what I got
the 40s prepare you to rest on those rocks
I got the worst sleep on my best night
so I take a chance and offer my life
I can grow old like this
I can grow old like this, like this, like this
something about a hardwood floor
to warm through the night
and the new faces in smoke filled room
offering their lives
we don’t expect a thing
and always get more
show me the floor
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6. |
The Two Sides of Hope
03:28
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Don’t be straining at your leash
to show how alive you are
I think you have it in ya to live the live you love
if money didn’t matter what would you choose to do
live isn’t retrospective, lets not be too.
middle of the summer
bank accounts swell
routines filled up
and hobbies fell through
cutting through the ties that hold you back
thats the easiest part of that
if money didn’t matter what would you choose to do
take a deep breath and figure it out.
she said she was comfortable
as she fell into the trap
designed to enslave all of us
all of us
and keep you happy at that
you think your special
well I’m a liar too.
prepare to be let down
you think you’ve found the truth
well, there is no hope for you
there is no hope for you my dear
there is no hope for you
there is no hope for you my dear
there is no hope for you
there is no hope for you my dear.
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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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