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Kingston NY
04:11
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Get me out of this shithole
Break me out my shell
The express train from Brooklyn
My personal hell
There’s a girl selling meth here
twenty bucks for a bump
Walking home from the station
Someone's taking a dump
It’s not that it’s gross
Don’t confuse what I mean
it’s that it’s someone’s best option that makes me want to scream
The snow’s gently falling
I can see my breath
I’m gonna buy myself sushi
while someone freezes to death
We’re saving up for a house
close to Kingston NY
Somewhere right by the woods
where I can go for a walk
Where I’ll never be lonely
and I’ll never be lost
Where I’ll live out my years
unaware of the cost
Away from the sirens and screams
Away from the person I’ve been
Get the waders and rod and go stand in a stream
Kingston’s only a dream
The winters are grey and the summers are green
but Kingston’s only a dream
If I could fly
or rinse out my eyes
Would the memories die?
Away from the sirens and screams
Away from the person I’ve been
When you walk down the street you don’t need to look mean
Kingston’s only a dream
The baristas don’t judge you and the sidewalks are clean
but Kingston’s only a dream
Away from the sirens and screams
Away from the person I’ve been
I’m chasing a future that I’ve never seen
Kingston’s only a dream
I can run all I want but the problem is me
Kingston’s only a dream
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2. |
Who Cares
03:14
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My hands on the wheel, my mind on hope,
and the acrid tang of bathroom soap
part of me wants to drive right off the road
I sometimes wish for a tragedy
something awful that would make you feel bad for me
It’s pageantry, it’s sadness just for show
Who cares?
I used to want things so much more
I don’t know where I’m going anymore
These days I’m always tired, at least from nine to five,
I scrape the bottom of the barrel just to feel alive
and every day’s a hill I need to climb
Still I want to try like I used to try
Before I felt the well run dry
and I wake up scared, aware I’m losing time
Who cares?
I used to want things so much more
I don’t know where I’m going anymore
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Not Satisfying
03:09
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I’m not old but I’m getting older
Day by day, little ways it’s getting harder
I’ve got tax stuff in a folder
the Lego’s gone, guess I moved on, but I’m no smarter
I’m tired of trying
but I know, I know I can
it’s not satisfying
but I know, I know I can
All of my days are looking the same
Make a meal, slice and peel, do the laundry
The simplest jobs make the stupidest pain
It doesn’t ache or keep me awake, but Christ it bores me
I’m tired of trying
but I know, I know I can
it’s not satisfying
but I know, I know I can
I feel lost
I feel lonely
I’m tired of trying
but I know, I know I can
it’s not satisfying
but I know, I know I can
I’m scared of time
What if there is no plan?
I want to feel fine
I know, I know I can
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Immune
03:17
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Lost and lonely, feeling sad
like I gave up on dreams I don’t know I even had
I move through the apartment like a soul to be damned
with my future uncertain and my phone in my hand
Letting go is not so bad
Make me numb to the chaos, I swear I won’t even be mad
if I lose my sensations or my grip on my mind
Call it euthanasia, call it just being kind
Fall, it’s the end of summer soon
Fall, let it bring a brighter moon
Make me immune
The city walks on worn out heels
We roll over each other like spokes on a broken wheel
and it’s you I hold onto, it’s you that seems real
it’s to you I'm tethered so I don’t forget how to feel
Fall, it’s the end of summer soon
Fall, let it bring a brighter moon
Make me immune
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5. |
The Death of Me
03:27
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I’ve been feeling ignored
I’ve been sad, I’ve been bored
but I’m scared to tell you
in case you call
Even days I feel good
Wouldn’t pick up if I could
I’m either scared by the goodbye
or being understood
yeah but anyway
I can’t let you in
I’m lonely again, the same it’s always been
It’s meant to be
the death of me
I know I’m lucky you care
It’s not right, it’s not fair
I didn’t earn it, don’t deserve it,
I don’t want to share
all the words left unsaid
Evil thoughts in my head
I’ve been trying, I've been trying,
I've been trying so hard
yeah but anyway
I can’t get it out
I’m lonely again, it’s all I think about
It’s meant to be
the death of me
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6. |
Too Lazy
03:08
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At the end of the day I crawl into bed
like I’ve been working hard
Stretch out my legs, spend two hours on my phone
its light’s my guiding star
Anything that’s broken can be fixed
But I’m too fucking lazy to do it
When my phone wakes me up I jump out of bed
like I’ve got something to do
Have a coffee or two, then sit on the couch
and pray for something new
Anything that’s broken can be fixed
But I’m too fucking lazy to do it
I’ve heard it said
that happiness is something we choose
I should give it a try
I owe it to you
But I’m too fucking lazy to do it
I’m too fucking lazy to do it
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7. |
Libera Me
03:14
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Flashing lights and siren screams
Every minute a person dies
Some people hold their hands to their ears
Some just close their eyes
I want to run till I can’t be found
then I’ll bury my head in the ground
wherever I lose myself
to be safe from all the sound around me
The train’s delayed, a woman’s here
asking for money while the raindrops dry
But then there’s always a reason
to just ignore the cries
“I left my wallet at home” again,
an excuse as sweet as Amen
I always just lie to them
to be safe from all the sound around me
Pressures, pleasures
They all just blend together
I can’t feel anything
My heartbeat sounds like a timer
who knows what happens when it ends?
Leaving work with music on
Turn it up till my blood goes thin
I know I’ll never be lonely
I’ve got my headphones in
Till the darkness just falls away
til the light breaks out from the grey
I’d never complain again
to be safe from all the sound around me
Libera me domine
de morte aeterna
libera me domine
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8. |
What I Should Say
03:36
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This morning I watched a video
of a new york city policeman
shove a girl down so hard she had a seizure
i got the dog, went outside and
checked the car, parked at a hydrant
there was no ticket, don’t overthink it, i just got lucky
I get lucky every day
In all these small, convenient ways
And I don’t even know what I should say
So write a post, update your story
make the most of all that glory
telling family and friends you’re not a racist
You didn’t vote in the election
the whole “lesser of two evils” thing
and nothing really changed for you, guess you got lucky
You get lucky every day
and you know it’s not okay
and you don’t even know what you should say
There was this kid with felony charges
he sold CDs at the Golden Arches
He’s almost thirteen, his record’s unclean,
he’ll grow up fighting
Meanwhile this woman who was caucasian
hanged two kids inside her basement
you know our nation, she got probation, guess she got lucky
we get lucky every day
but someone always has to pay
and I don’t even know what I should say
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9. |
Breathless
03:33
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The other day I heard you say
You don’t want to be living
You don’t want to be dead
that’s what you said.
Let’s explore that a little
I think about it a lot
How warm meat becomes a deli cut,
how life is an assembly line -
we’re processed and packaged
and end up past our prime
The forests are burning
in the cities it’s floods
two years since you’ve seen your friends
Watching the start of the end
Your planet, your country
Your family, the cracks that won’t mend
I don’t believe
in Hell or Heaven
I’ve got a feeling
that this is it
It’s up to us
To make some meaning
That’s how it’s seeming
from where I sit
cause otherwise, I don’t know,
then god and the devil are the same
One takes your time, one leaves you breathless.
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10. |
The Seasons
03:10
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The seasons are changing
the gray’s going green
I see myself aging
in the side of the screen
When my fingers get swollen
and it hurts me to play
will i miss what got stolen
what I lost of each day
Gloom
get me out of this room
see the flowers in bloom
see the wind on the river
I want to go
somewhere unknown
without my phone
to feel lost, to feel at home
I’m trying to prosper
I’m trying to care
to find inspiration
but it’s never there
I’m trying to be patient
to remember what’s good
to believe I can still be
the man I thought that I could
The seasons are changing
there’s shade by the creek
I’m sick of complaining
Just gotta get through the week.
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Joe Holt New York, New York
Joe is a folk singer/songwriter originally from England, whose music was praised by Obscure Sound as "stirring, eloquent songwriting," and by Ear to the Ground as "the real deal when it comes to folk songwriting." His music has been featured twice on NPR. He lives in New York City. ... more
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