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Grow
02:56
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Disappearing shadows in the alley by my home.
The words she meant to speak caught like flies upon her tongue.
See the roaches crawling, still hiding from the sun.
Scattered like our thoughts were in the days when we were young.
How far will I go
With drugs and tattered clothes?
Do I need to grow?
I'm starting to think so.
Empty like the drawers on the night when you first went.
Caught inside my dreams, I felt indifferent.
My child will know my arms, and you will know my face.
My tongue will leave my mouth, addicted to your taste.
How far will I go
With drugs and tattered clothes?
Do I need to grow?
I'm starting to think so.
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Black Sheep
02:12
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I am the black sheep.
I can't leave now, I've promises to keep.
Hide me, hide me away.
Don't trust me, there's a lie in all I say.
I'll be leaving here tomorrow.
'Cause I can't get on my feet.
Alcohol won't drown my sorrows
Because I am the black sheep.
Mother I've turned away.
I can't bear to see the tears upon your face.
Father, will you forgive?
'Cause I know you won't forget the way I live.
I'll be leaving here tomorrow.
'Cause I can't get on my feet.
Alcohol won't drown my sorrows
Because I am the black sheep.
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Go throw away your ball and chain, and you can be free like you once were.
No more carnage, no more pain here in the Land of Carnivores.
Strongest castles made of stone. Softest clothing made of fur.
Vultures pick flesh from a rich man's bones, ignoring those standing with the poor.
Revolution sounds like a plan to me, but I'd never go out myself.
They'll see you're hiding, see you're weak and they'll take you like everyone else.
(Thought police won't come for me 'cause I keep thoughts to myself.
Thought police won't come for me 'cause I act like everyone else.)
They sleep in beds that are made of wool, we toss and turn on beds made of pine.
Break away from those that rule, and leave the greedy pigs behind.
Prison walls will turn to dust, destroyed like those with corrupted minds.
We'll take back what belongs to us. You take what's yours, I'll fight for mine.
Revolution sounds like a plan to me, but I'd never go out myself.
They'll see you're hiding, see you're weak and they'll take you like everyone else.
(Thought police won't come for me 'cause I keep thoughts to myself.
Thought police won't come for me 'cause I act like everyone else.)
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4. |
Flapper Girl (Cover)
03:00
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Cut off all of your hair
Did you flinch, did you care
Did he look, did he stop and stare
At your brand new hair
Local boy, local news
Power lines, hangin' boots
Firemen in their trucks cut loose
A local boy's shoes
Cadillac, Cadillac
Businessmen dressed in slacks
I'm gonna buy one for us when I get back
A big Cadillac
And you can wave to all of your friends
And I'll never leave you again
Would you write, would you call back baby if
I wrote you a song
I been gone but you're still my lady
I need you at home
Romeo, Juliet
Balcony silhouette
Makin' o's with her cigarette
It's Juliet
Flapper girl, flapper girl
Prohibition in curls
Hair of gold and a neck of curls
It's flapper girl
And you can wave to all of your friends
And I'll never leave you again
Would you write, would you call back baby if
I wrote you a song
I been gone but you're still my lady
I need you at home
If you ain't behind my door
Then I ain't got a home anymore
Would you write, would you call back baby if
I wrote you a song
I been gone but you're still my lady and
I need you at home
Lovers come, lovers go
Lovers leave me alone
She'll come back to me
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5. |
Misery
03:14
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I felt insulted so I reminded you of things that you said a long, long time ago.
It's funny how those fights had meant so much at the time, but now I wish I'd known.
Women like my baby can find someone to hold and treat them right, and it don't take too long.
It's not that she's heartless so much as the simple fact that I'd treated her wrong.
I'm guessing I deserved this for all the stupid things that I have said, and all the things I've done.
I've spent months in this hotel and years in living hell, and a life on the run.
Won't you fill this emptiness
And warm the heart you stole?
Free me from my misery,
And heal my aching soul.
I know that you're broken, and you don't need nobody else's love, but God I wish you did.
I've been playing all night, singing songs I wrote to you with the words burned in my eyelids.
Wish we'd gotten married, but then again I know that I'm no good. You deserve better than me.
I hope you find a man who can love you like I did. I hope he's twice the man I'll ever be.
Won't you fill this emptiness
And warm the heart you stole?
Free me from my misery,
And heal my aching soul.
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The trains roll by my porch,
Down here where nothing can live.
I’ve been smoking too much because I am no exception.
You knew that already, I think.
If you want salvation,
Then you ought to go see a priest,
Because forgiveness from those that we hurt in this world
Never was guaranteed.
I’m coming home, it’s late again, I’m high as I’ve ever been.
You’re sitting up, you’re in our bed crying for a ghost again.
No room could be as dark or as empty as ours is,
Because I’m at home but I’m not here, and I never am.
I wonder how many
Friends roll past my house in the night?
In boxcars they sleep with hearts stashed in their backpacks.
They’ll make California all right
A promise from me
Is just a lie I ain’t told yet.
So I’m ready to die, but I’m not willing to watch
You watch me die here in our bed.
I’m lying down, I’ve been nodding out since I don’t know when.
The lights are on, you’re standing up screaming at a ghost again.
Darling, I’m home, hell I ain’t left this house of ours in days.
But I’m not here. I never am, so I just can’t stay.
My darling, I’m never coming back from where I’m going.
My darling, I’m never coming home.
My darling, I’m never coming back from where I’m going.
My darling, I’m never coming home.
Never coming home again.
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i was a loner until there were no friends left
and before someone offered me drugs
you know i was straight edge
and everyone's quit til you offer them a cigarette
before we learn our lesson
lets see how bad things can get
and i'll drink myself to death!
or at least i'll drink myself to sleep!
chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between
my aspirations and my apathy.
as we drive past the last exit to home i am waving goodbye
and i might be sleeping in the ditch tonight
but it's alright cuz whiskey is my kind of lullaby!
i was sober all morning til i woke up this afternoon
and before someone offered me a job ya know i was gonna get one soon
and everyone in this town sleeps til the calender collides with june,
before the booze wears off lets take another shot or two.
and i'll drink myself to death!
or at least i'll drink myself to sleep!
chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between
my aspirations and my apathy.
as we drive past the last exit to home i am waving goodbye
and i might be sleeping in the ditch tonight but it's alright
cuz whiskey is my kind of lullaby
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We are playing with gravity the way we toss the weight of our words around.
We are free-falling endlessly, increasing sense of urgency. We're so close to the ground.
No end in sight
For you and I.
Oh, Crimson Tide
Leave me here to die.
Take the shoes right from our feet, leave us empty handed and make us thread their robes.
They dig their teeth into the meat, the animal that once was we, now it's just the bones.
No end in sight
For you and I.
Oh, Crimson Tide
Leave me here to die.
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Chelsea Hates Me Elgin, South Carolina
Chelsea Hates Me is an experimental solo act made for people who’ve made a lot of mistakes. I retired this project
for
freebasedpropane.bandcamp.com/releases
Because contrary to THIS stage of my life, I'm now sober, and I've started taking responsibility for what I do.
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