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Rosebud
03:05
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Rosebud
It’s Yours when you want it, The doors are all glued closed
Inside the garden Your candle vigil rolls
Hidden in garments, you have what no one knows..
You’re drinking like a dead man, just paroled last week
You need a bed man that just wont let you speak
Outside your head stands, A canvass of critique
Reason; don’t let it hold you!
Paper guns; don’t let ‘em hold you up!
Yellow sun, aint it all too much?
Desert, angel, prism, Holds no highs or lows
Inside your “isms” you hold no battered pose
Of your reclusion for when you come you go..
Well you’re coming up in “soho”, but your down in stocks
Worship your shadow but trip on every block
You’ve come to stand here just to meet the fox..
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2. |
Nightmares Pt 17
03:28
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Nightmares pt. 17
With morning eyes, all red from the evening, winter takes a toll,
So shall I be bold enough, to empty the cups in your hallway that we sold to your neighbors
The crucible, still audible, its speakers are wrinkled and old,
Will the locks on your windows, frozen together, whither of will they hold..
The more I see it, the less I believe it, you are such a handful,
The less I need it, The more I feed it, I feel its time to fold.
With their liquor lips, on their fingertips, speed is all they care for
So will I proclaim the loss, and apparent cost, of your silence, which just aint the same as the next one
The crown itself, and its loyal help, may write up all the papers,
But let me be gone again, with my loyal friend, to silence all them capers..
The more I see it, the less I believe it, you are such a handful,
The less I need it, The more I feed it, I feel its time to fold.
German engineer, so full of fear, dance on with your knowledge, carnal again,
With its monuments, Lighted by the near forever
Troubadour, of the world before summon all you stand for
But know it all now, they wont allow you to take back your worthless war
The more I see it, the less I believe it, you are such a handful,
The less I need it, The more I feed it, I feel its time to fold.
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3. |
Tapes
04:38
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Tapes
Your mothers daughter isn’t breathin’, Standing scared in the mourning after dawn,
You think I’m the help but ive had trouble breathing too.
The void in my head is still calling, come fill my weary heart lonesome child
Come with your mistress and your holy doctor too
And for you I don’t need to fall
And for you I don’t need second chances at all
I’ll drop my hands full of glory, for the chapel I see in you, Its true.
The graveyard saints are dead and missing, the nocturne wheel it spins amoung the stones
Stay with your slave for in your mirror you are always alone
My arms could reach through your fire, I don’t got much but I got a lot to own
I know youre broken and your heart has lost a home,
See for you, I don’t need to fall
And for you, I don’t need to be wealthy at all
Share what ive got this evening
For the chapel I see In you, I do.
And for your holy pavement I don’t need to sigh anymore,
For through the leauges of desire, many drown before the shore.
So call me patient and unmoving, for I aint moving till I smell the evening vine
With no possesions and no people left to find
To stand through thte gates of sorrow
Just to see the meaning of the line
But with your courage ive lost all will to find
And for you, I don’t need to fall, and for you, I would dawn the basement shawl,
We’ll learn to breath in the morning, for the chapel I see in you, you’re long overdue.
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4. |
5 years
03:51
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5 years
Through broken teeth and phony love, 5 years ago, standing not certain at all
Of some protection from the morning light and the warmth amongst when you kissed your mother goodnight
Dreams can be waken from, and its for you to know, that with the bitterness of broken dreams, comes a little hope.
Oh only child, go on take your seat, alone I sat, I am still haunted by love lost
On the delta bright, with its jealous eyes, seemingly overnight
Hope can be compassed by, and they’ll force you to show,
That the television set of creed, melts the art below
The fatal crash came before the dawn, with its metal shrieks, could be heard in the valley beyond
Our memories that once danced on the lawn, played their part, and now they are almost gone
Dreams can be broken down, and lost in the ground, but the years go by and ours still can be found.
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All good intentions aside
Cora Cora, I cant deny unless I must, trees are falling what once we had has turned to dust
Shallow father, cant you escape him on the cusp, what once we had has turned to rust
Cambridge winter, night birds shrieking as the wind, halls all holy, let me out or let me in
Silent master, you’ve got me right you’ve got me pinned whats seen alone is left within
No ones coming, I feel there’s something wrong, aint no reason or restraint to build your temple on
No ones coming, Ive felt it all along, I aint running to forget the world in which we belong
I’m at the river between what is and nothing else, take my body, and put my figure on the shelf,
Someones frightened just as frightened as his name, what once was lost you cant attain
Lights all faded, and man we’re fated too, theirs something else here that’s bigger than me and you,
The night is misting, and he’s leavin it to you what you forgot is never true!
No ones coming, I feel there’s something wrong, aint no reason or restraint to build your temple on
No ones coming, Ive felt it all along, I aint running to forget the world in which we belong
And wont you try it? Try it all
And if you buy it, might as well buy it all
All your life is what you see babe,
All your life is what you see baby
No ones coming, I feel there’s something wrong, aint no reason or restraint to build your temple on
No ones coming, Ive felt it all along, I aint running to forget the world in which we belong
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6. |
Falling Up
03:44
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Falling up
Feels like I’m Falling up,
With a different sentiment of old, not like Im choosing,
There’s not much that keeps me home.
Come on strong, come on strong,
It aint that hard to dismantle you,
You must be cold you must be cold
But if you wanna run oh if you wanna run
I aint needed nowhere,
So wont you run with me?
Darling girl, oh darling girl, wont you please, believe me
I’m not that faint Im not that faint
So come along oh come along,
There’s not too much to deceive you
I’m just a ploy that gives you joy
So if you wanna know oh wa wanna know, I cant tell ya dear,
Less you’re near to me!
You just keep getting in the way
How much longer must I stay, oh
It aint worth lying, Months of crying
You always were just too much for me, anyway.
So hammer on oh hammer on,
I’m hammered on your doorstep!
So don’t be late oh don’t be late
You might erupt well please erupt, you’re just a drink in my cup!
I’m feeling fine I’m feeling fine
So if you wanna show if you wanna show you better show me off
Before I show my teeth
You just keep getting in the way
How much longer must I stay, oh
It aint worth lying, Months of crying
You always were just too much for me, anyway.
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Stageline
03:43
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Stageline
Go on and smile a bit baby, you seem to be the only one that’s getting on
Maybe I’m too wild and saintly to come on and excite your skin and bone
I need some kind of excitement, and I feel you tinglin’ inside my veins
Young and holy, dressed in black, scared of what your becoming
Cause maybe you’re the only one that’s coming home,
And maybe you’re the only one left on the stage line,
We’re running out of sight on this island
Its cold, tonight.
You say I’m running from something, If I am I aint got time to complain
You say I got next to nothing, If you come along I wouldn’t hide my shame
You contain some desolate beauty, and enough wit to not question why I came
Come to my doorway dressed in black im not the only one running,
Play ghost to the night on the open road
With the visions of Neil all up in your headlights
Loose track of the days for a little in the American night
You need time surely, I don’t need much I swear it
You know there is a shrine somewhere, come one lets go and find it
Before we get old, honey, and drown in this tenement midnight
Your hope runs cold, and the future is not so bright anymore,
So come on, now, lets roll.
So please just live a bit baby, you say Im blind but its you that just cant see
You’re enslaved by the blues of the morning, come on babe lets go find some trinity,
I’ve danced with the angels of darkness, They’re not as dark as protectors of what’s good,
Young and holy, dressed in black, scared of what you’re becoming.
Take faith in the only one you know,
The masses wont take time to protect you
Go dance out of line for a thrill on fire, in the light.
Cause maybe you’re the only one that’s coming home, maybe you’re the only one left on the stageline.
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Allison
02:55
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Allison
Crimson, you stand out of loop with your Turkish Silvers,
Tar still stuck to your boots as your stompin on my floor
So much for forever
With lights all out in the house your calling home
Don’t mean to be faint just like I was before
Youll leave out my door or out my window!
Allison wont you feel its alright,
Allison you don’t need to head on the fight
Toss away what you got with your wheels on fire
Loose track of your thoughts when your standing all alone
Skin and bones, your still watching
Your down beat, burnt out style, and it aint looking up,
Wont you leave it alone for we’re always drinkin’ on your porch
Holding up the torch to your bottles!
Allison, wont you feel its alright
Allison you don’t need to head on the fight
Coming down with your bike and your mix drink doldrums!
Your girlfriend and your wife are all angry with bein’ all alone,
You wont pick up your phone when your hammered!
Its simple having to wait with your jeans all cut
Spent a night in the park, now your feeling in a rut
Your eyes all shut when your yelling!
Allison, wont you feel its alright
Allison you don’t need to head on the fight
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9. |
Hollow Soul
04:35
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Hollow Soul
Falling, for your lonely heart with future obligations, no,
Can you feel it dear, or am I the only one who knows that what stands at all will stand forever
So near me, with your hollow soul, hid in your creations, no
Can you hear me dear, or do you know enough to blame the lapse of life on true elation
I don’t need you to love me
I don’t need you to come and care
I’m a lost vibration, so cold in the air
For the walls stand illuminant, dawned under the shadows no
Will you find me here, will you try hard enough to name the cracks immerging from your plaster
So holy with your wings again, inebriate in your childhood no
Will you smile again, how could one come to blame
The bliss of ignorance is its only master
I don’t need you to love me
I don’t need you to come and care
I’m a lost vibration, so cold in the air
Come back to my arms again, dance all by your lonesome no
I can see again, but your eyes posses the fear for all you got is what you don’t mind loosing
So feel it, oh gentle eve, the fire could be gone soon no
Should we live in fear, or should be chalk it up to fate, cause fate alone is fate forever
I don’t need you to love me
I don’t need you to come and care
I’m a lost vibration, so cold in the air
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10. |
Cold War
04:10
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Cold War
Lately I’ve been watched and littered by your ego
Maybe I’ve been lost in your childhood misconception
And I would love it to be equal but I’m void by your obsession, which is love left unwanted
And I don’t need to leave the morning, I just need to find it,
If time is lost for what its worth you lack the means to bind it
Oh joy, leave me behind for this cold war never ending
Innately timed your harbor ghosts are watching
May you lie through the psalms that you are preaching
And your calling, for the wild ones, who have found no mission in your flawless apparition!
And I don’t need to run from judgment times the one who takes it
If love is lost in moments time why would you fake it
Oh joy leave me behind, for this cold war never ending
Take your boots and stumble down your stairwell
Your angry gaffs your trickledown economics
Despite your leisure you could not buy me with your fabrics or confuse me with your antics
I don’t need to leave this city its there for whomever takes it
The mind is lost to age old glory perhaps its time to break it
Oh joy leave me behind for this cold war never-ending.
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11. |
Ghost
03:24
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Ghost
Balboa constrictor Your scent is stretched in my head
The prowler and victor are still left in my bed
I’m haunted always I’m sure
I saw you, I know your gone
I saw you, I know you’re gone
I saw you.
Shadow lit Madonna, broken glass on our street
China white nirvana, leaves an empty seat
The wind howls, whispers, of old
I saw you I know you’re gone
I saw you, I know you’re gone
I saw you
The wild man’s a slave
Man I’ve been fixin’ for the grave
Haunted simply by your side
Oh ghost still holy can not die
Liquid glass melted, quickly gone quickly made
Evening leaves you lucid, at dawn comes your parade
You’re two years dead man I’m sure
I saw you, I know you’re gone,
I saw you, brother you are gone
I saw you.
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Andrew St. James San Francisco, California
Andrew St James is a singer, songwriter and poet from San Francisco, with hefty songwriting chops and a timeless voice that echoes from decades gone by into an unknowable future of music, talent, and vision.
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