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Man
01:59
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Man open your heart
And I will hit you square in the jaw
It's not my job, these lines to draw
But they feel right
And how could they be wrong
It’s not my fault
Nature is fact
We were all born to be attacked
Life is a war
But I heard wars are good
Cause they make heroes out of weak lovers
I have been told ever since I could hear
That I was special and that I earned the things I have
And that I shouldn’t care about what other people say or feel
Or suffer cause it's not me who's suffering
But when I really think about it, I could be wrong
Man open your head
Or I will hit you square in the jaw
Look at the blood still wet on your hands
I shouldn't have to tell you that it could be yours the point is that it's blood
Look at your house, know that it's stolen
Look at your soul, know it ain't blameless
Look at the ground but see to the bones
Know that our footprints have packed us down
You have believed ever since you were told
That you were special and more important than other people
But that doesn't really make much sense, does it.
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2. |
Back to You
04:51
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Come out swinging wildly
At the fist I keep inside of me
Loved a man I never told
Left a son I never got to hold
Tears pulled like tide
So I'll look at my phone instead of my child
Brother's laugh, I won't forget
Quick to learn don't talk like that
So with my back to you, I can run if I want
Made it up the difference
With violent strength and arrogance
Called our kid, assumed we knew
That a body comes in pink or blue
Tears pulled like tide
So I'll look at my phone instead of my child
Father's grip, I won't forget
Hard to hold a heart like this
But with my back to you, I can run if I want
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3. |
Stuck Around
04:20
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Going north, to the city
Where the big wind blows
Going north, to get me distance
From the mud
They won't care where I am from
To trust I've got to jump
Take me north so I can see it 'fore I'm done
Before the liquor that I'm sleeping on
The pillar of my bed
Holds me to a standard I have scorned
They won't care where I am going
To jump, I've got to know where
I'll land. At least that's what I have been told
But the sharpness of a sinner
Is in the flicker of a candle
And I am getting sick
Wicked by my middle
And crooked by my toes
Melting in my mess
I’m losing time already
It's always running out
But tell me, in that race, who's gonna win?
They don't care about the turns
To know I've got to learn
And in a year or two, I guess I'll reach the end
When I'm north, swallowed in city
When the wind bites down
When the lakebed is a distant bit of dust
They won't care that I am stuck
To learn I've got to trust
Take me back so I can get a proper start
But the sharpness of a sinner
Is in me like a splinter
And it's too small to see
Wicked by my middle
crooked by my toes
But it's big enough to feel
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4. |
Not Now
03:40
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You used to live where I live now
I still see your shape some nights
And I ain't afraid, though I'm supposed to be
Convinced it ain't my time
But if not now when?
Fine until that burial bell
Broke old uncle's arm
Pinned beneath the holy beak
That lies from the day they're born
I was there when the talons tore
And told us we were safe
Just keep you hands where we can see them work
And we'll pay you what we say is fair
Not quite yet
But if not now when
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5. |
In My Head
03:21
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About 1 A.M.
I woke in sweat
Your name is carved
Into my chest
I reached for the light
To cool me down
But your face in my eyes
Laughs too loud
But it's better in the dark
When everything is hidden
You could still be here
I just might not know it
So I let my hand fall
Pulls hard like reigns
Though I cannot see it
I know our bed's a grave
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6. |
Old Room
03:22
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Both of our names
are on the door to this room
I've left myself in two
Big bright block letters
never close to the other
But stuck to the same bit of wood
Call it what you want
I've never been sure
What we mean to each other
But it'd take a great saw
To tear us apart
And I'm afraid just the same to talk
In 20 or so years
when they're not there
Will we still be connected somehow
Or will we just drift
And forget what we shared
Like strangers, the easy way out
Call it what you want
I'll never be sure
What we've meant to each other
But it'd take a great saw
To tear us apart
And I'm afraid just the same to talk
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7. |
Belong Here
03:57
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Bury brother with his guns
That's what he asked for
Sure was sure that he was good
But it's hard to tell with war
Never told me he was hurt
Didn't think I'd care
So came like nothing like we were nothing
Guess I don't belong here
Was just us two, now only me
And little more time to go
Always thought that I'd be first
But I've been wrong before
Never made the kind of pact
That blood was supposed to mean
So gone like nothing like we were nothing
Guess I don't belong here
Bury me just with my guilt
That's all I ask for
Sure was sure that I was good
But no one knows no more
Write my name just on my hand
So I won't forget
Then down like nothing, and up with nothing
Guess I don't belong here
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8. |
Brother
04:34
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Brother
Remember the winter
You lost a toe
Quick we were injured
Trusted ice to hold us both
In the second or two
Or was it years after that
I pulled you down with me
coat in my hands
And after you moved south
I spread out my arms
Still shivering always
Without you around
The first car I bought
Was a white icy blue
Rusted bit by the gas cap
Like a boot breaking through
And in the second or third
Of those Dreams that I have
Your breath had gone grizzly
Like a motorcycle crash
And after you said you had forgiven me
I still never called
Sure I am sinking
But you say I won't drown
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Seth Hanson Boston, Massachusetts
Songs about me & stuff
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