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When I Get the Time
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The fantasy wasn't so deadly
back when we were young,
we were trying to get away,
trying to run
but the chairs are still empty and I don't know why
Maybe I'll understand when I get the time
Street lights lit the backdrop to the photo in my mind
while the spinning of a turntable recoils and unwinds
to the whispers on my pillow bouncing off my window pane
where the raindrops tap the rhythm but the melody remains
Behind a sweeping city skyline we light up to dull the ache
of living with the decay that's been rotting through the days
and in a dying city daydream we wake up to the rain
and the filth of a sickness that cannot be washed away
Somewhere someone told me if you're grateful then you'll pray
But I can't pray for greatness in a world where greed remains
but if I could wish for one thing and hope to god it would stay
I'd scream out for tomorrow and the hope that we'd remain
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In all my sick regrets
of which I've had a few
I sat and watched my luck run red with all my blues
I cast off my regrets
burned the bridges that I made
but I'm still raved, yeah
I'm still sick with decay
My brain is hangin from a wire
that's frayed and breakin all the time
my vacant head is still to blame
for hangin up my empty brain
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Did I wake up in a gentrified nightmare?
the cretins and thugs in the race
they dont care about you
turnin a blind eye on white crime
and turn up the heat in the ghettos,
but I find
The so called "elite" are just trash
in tailor made suits for sheets
and they're comin for you!
Through all the smoke screens I'm finding
a useless pop culture that bleeds and it's blinding
Brown is the new black
but same is the burden
they'll beat you down with the cross they're burnin for you!
Like opium to the masses,
It's vilified prose once legal and that's that
but Old Jim Crow isn't dead,
he just faked it
hiding behind his umbrella of hatred for you!
it's simple we might as well face it,
it's burned in our minds so we might as well change it
How can you close your eyes and just forget it?
How can you throw you fists and not regret it?
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They say home is where your heart is
wont someone tell me where you go
when your pulse is MIA
and your blood is turnin cold
From the backseat where I sleep
to some other persons floor
This aint livin but it aint dyin
Im just cryin out for more
They say "Feed American Dreams"
with dollar signs to blind your eyes
but if you're living for tomorrow
you're living for a lie
So shake me won't you please?
pick me up from off my knees!
Cause you loose your voice from begging
when no one can hear you scream
I always said i was gonna be Nothin but Trouble
but you never wondered why
You always said i was gonna be 6 ft. under
and now i know why
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She hides her eyes which shine like diamonds
burning through a dim light sky
behind her ginger hair they linger there
with rainclouds in her eyes
but when her tears they fall she drowns
and lifeboats become my words
It leaves me drowning in the wake
and all i think about is her
She grabbed my hand she was electric
stole the air out of my lungs
we passed along Lakeshore
i sang her "Moody's mood for love"
and as a red hot night got colder
i was pulled into the light
but she pulled me back to solid ground
after a sleepless night
I held her head which sat so heavy
on my chest so she could sleep
but her tired heart was weary and
she crashed straight into me
but on a rain soaked night she left me
to try and mend a broken heart
now I'm sinking with the stitches
always close but yet so far
I don't know if you know
but i will always stay
cause honey, i don't mind the rain
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Amy, Amy
It seems I found out too late what was goin on,
so maybe baby
Im buyin in to quickly with the damage done
Ain't it funny how time flies and how dreams end
cause when you're killing time you're killing your best friend
But if we have to say so long
it's too ironic to be wrong
now can you hear the needle drop, oh no?
did the music ever stop?
girl, I didn't think so
but if you should ever come clean to me
it seems to be
I'd drag you right back down until you broke
But if we have to say good bye
it would be just another lie
So Amy don't play me,
talk as if I don't know what's been going on
maybe baby,
Im buyin in too quickly with the damage done
Amy, Amy,
It seems i found out too late what was goin on
Maybe baby
It's time i started thinkin about moving on
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I don't exist for real except inside your head
I'm a wandering apparition,
I'm the ghost under your bed
I don't believe in much,
I don't believe in Hell
and I don't believe in daydreams
cause this nightmare suits me well
I don't pretend to feel,
I don't pretend to pray,
I'm no sucker for redemption
not anymore, not anyway
And I Don't need a drink to wash away the pain
Kneel at the bar,
Chase with the body
Lead with my heart and not my brain
Oh the days,
they drift and fade away
the nights they still remain,
the burns, the bruises and the scrapes
The stitches and broken hearts,
A love that stops before it starts
There is no fantasy that's left for me
of which you're not a part
Did you take everything you heard?
Did you hang on every word?
Now you've burned a bridge that didn't exist
and you wonder if you're cured
of all these burns bruises and scrapes
cause the night still remains
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Behind your weary eyes
I see a soul been hypnotized
by empty, shy white lies
and shaking voice once victimized, so I
count the ways you're breaking
a million pieces hit the ground
In a blink of an eye
I get the feelin I might die from a
kiss that hit like cyanide, now
she's all lipstick and dynamite
can't deny the cherry spark is flaming
burnin out to blow me down
If every single night i waited for the sun to rise
no hope then would i find
I'd sit next to a thin white line and I'd
count the hearts I'm breakin
and hear the clock start winding down
So now I think I might just
kiss you once to greet the night
but should I fall from this height
who will scrape me off the road tonight? If i
pull the pin now baby
will your semtex complex rub me out?
So now I'll kiss the sky and blast off to a sweet goodbye
a heart that beats like a landmine
and lips that hit like cyanide, and I
count the ways I'm breaking
feelin the sick and sweet fall out
And in your smokey eyes
I see a cloud begin to rise,
I'll take the shock wave for a ride
then come back down to stem the tide, tonight
Your heart's exploding baby
and I'm along now for the ride
your heart is like a time bomb
where the seconds have no use
or TNT for you and me
burnin out the fuse
and if your lips are loaded baby,
who am I to refuse?
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I've been crackin up
Been the victim of
Some foolish kinda love
when I don't know where you'll go
But where you'll be
Is that space in between awake and asleep
with just a rhythm and me
You ain't got much but your foolish love
But who am i to judge?
When I don't know where you'll go
or who you'll be
but it won't be with me
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When the fix ends and there's nowhere to go
And When the highs leave you feeling the lows
I won't know, cause I don't know
If it was only me wondering where you are,
but if it's so, then I'll know
you'll always be the needle in my arm
When the day comes to wash out the night
That's when I'll get up to face the light
on my own, yeah on my own
But who's to say we'll make it that far
But if it's so, then I'll know
It was only me crawling through the dark
for more
I should have stayed in bed today,
Instead of waking up I find I'm breakin up
If every second of the day I wasn't losing touch
would I be standing on my own?
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Baby if you see me falling flatly on my face,
Don't reach out as if to catch me
Cause I'll grab you anyway,
And when the fall ends baby wont you visit me in May?
cause if the winter wind don't get us
Then the summer sun just may
It's alright, I'm just melting
let the heat corrode away
the dripping inhibition of the West Hell St. Parade
It plays out like a tragedy way up on a stage
but laughs out like a comedy
once the punch was made
The joke's been played for too long
and it's welcome overstayed,
the laughter finally died down,
but the obvious remains:
If I'm undone by what I've done
then I'll grin and I'll wave
at the passing burning train wreck of
The West Hell Street Parade
If I play dumb then I play dead
If any way I fit the bill
The then every day I always will
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6:45 and all the high rise hopes
of TV queens and burnout boys
get scattered on the highway,
In and out to make a dime,
And I'm flyin high above a vacant sea
of hope, dead dreams and ecstasy,
a suburbanite authority, and it's walking dead majority sayin
somewhere on the pavement,
is where my heart aches for sweet American sleep
and that's where you'll find me
But at night I lay my head down slowly
so it don't break my fragile ego
which takes the blame
I rub my eyes out till they're red, white, black and blue
And in the end will I find you
With the thieves and liars too
In an upscale downtown highrise
where the writing on the wall says
Somewhere in the backdrop
is where we're gonna scream for a dead American Dream
and that's where you'll find me
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The sinking guilt of our mistakes is drowning in the years,
by a sea of big regret that been carried by the fear
of breaking from the entropy of time spent in the blue
of another sour second waiting, groping for some truth
I left my hometown 'cause it haunted me so long,
Can't spend my time well with the dead
and if you see me in the morning
I'll be running out of steam
So I'll see you down the road instead
Like a heatwave
through dry spell
of the drought that we've been through
In the desert of our lives
or in the era of the used,
We kick the past like tin cans
down the road to pass the time
Past a mirage of an angel singing silver lullabies
I left this ghost town
cause it haunted me so long
Can't spend my time well with the dead
And if you see me in the morning
I'll be running out of steam
So I'll see you down the road instead
The second hand could never comprehend
the minutes till the end
it just washed the first
or did the minutes kill him?
Stuck in their rhythm, so broken
Now they all just tick by
Until it's good bye
or Good Riddance....
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I got no hurry on these bones,
my wounds will heal like magic with
the sound of Rock n Roll
And my heart
It ain't made of stone,
I got miles of regret behind me on this road
Meet me Where the air is dense
in this South Chicago home
Scrape the frost up off the window and
embrace the cold
Tell me what you said about how the story goes,
Can't remember the anecdotes but
one thing i know...
I got soul, I got a soul
Though the hours slowly crawl by
don't you cry for me no more
Though the music stopped you feel it still
between your shadow and your soul
and though your heart
It ain't made of gold,
you'll never lose that melody that walked us down the road
And all of the hurt
aching in these bones,
will drift away like daydreams
with the sound of Rock n Roll
So my heavy heart and my ancient soul
Won't sing for no redemption
as it's down the road I go...
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Tracer Bullet Chicago, Illinois
One part manic energy and one part street soul the boys howl out a message designed to cross genre boundaries. With consistently danceable rhythms and high energy melodies Tracer Bullet paints a musical picture that will bring to mind the fantasy of watching Wilson Pickett sing with The Clash. ... more
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