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Little Bird
03:06
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little bird, you don’t wanna know
the troubles of my folk. just stay home.
fly south in the winter, sing a song in the spring
don’t speak the language, no hate to breed
cuz i’m a virus, same as my ball and chain
same as the suits in the towers and my garbage man
got no love for our mother when daddy’s a no show
fighting and feuding, masturbation and game shows
we’ve got our secrets and tongue rings, vices and pipe dreams
prescriptions and cold feet, egos and fake meat
but we’ve got our songs and smiles and heartache
which way do you go when nowhere is home?
takes money to get there, it hardly seems fair
little birds get to fly free from worries and why’s
cuz god will provide
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2. |
The Stairwell
03:24
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i found the stairs leading up to the moon
behind the closet door in my old bedroom
and it was far too soon
you’re so modest
you are the wishing well after the spring
this is the glue that drips into our dreams
i don’t know how this seems
little hummingbird, don’t drift away
in one ear and right out the other
but you seem so attentive
you’re not so honest
he was a soldier boy tied to his steeple
until he wandered his way up the stairwell
i don’t know how this seems
they stare at walls while shaking heads
behind the foggy glass of their eyes
they say there’s no more time
it’s too tragic
we are the comet that chases the sea
we are the poison deafening the seed
i don’t know what i mean
at the base of the steps we kiss goodnight
pay the taxi man for his delivery
green’s his only language
but that don’t phase us
follow me to the room that never ends
you’ll forget how yester nights were spent
now you see what i mean
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3. |
The Motions
03:06
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i felt you up last night on a moving train
baby, do you know my name?
i’m the boy that an angel lied to
so considerate to see this through
who the hell are you?
little miss lost trying to get found
why the hell are you hanging around?
please don’t say that you’re proud
i ain’t gonna change, sorry to say
it comes and it goes with the daily complaints
over and over again
‘til i get sore with the motions
i brush her hair, so sweet while she’s lying there
still not sure if i care
while you’re waiting at home, alone with the phone
and so it goes, no surprise to me
too aware of the cracks and the kinks
just trying to live it up while i can keep it up
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4. |
Devil Inside Me
06:25
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Stitched Up
03:09
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there’s sickle cells hanging from christmas trees
as a reminder of the bastard i am
and for what it’s worth i have cried
i still bleed, i do
but the trouble is awareness
of the nonsense of it all
and who the hell are you to be anything?
who are you to be?
a kiss on the lips, i’ve taken everything for granted
pulling the threads ‘til the doll’s down and out
wound ‘em tight around every photo i owned
and did nothing with the moment
just bitched and moaned
how bout you? who’s to blame?
does it matter? do you care at all?
there’s misery stitched up in a pretty dress
with her hair done and legs shaved
calling my name
for what it’s worth,
i did try to turn away
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6. |
Should've
02:29
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satin laid down where you left me
alone with the rats and the whores
a product of excess and regrets
what for
should’ve been catching a football
should’ve sealed the deal with a ring
should’ve been raised but wasn’t at all
spaghetti-strap on her shoulder
knowing what’s gotta be done
the cure for the illness
is the cause of the sickness
should’ve been writing a novel
should’ve been clearing a path
should’ve been guided but wasn’t provided
shattered glass on the pavement
your god didn’t even say hi
stuck with a blank stare
suffocating on thin air
should’ve been padding my pockets
should’ve been making you proud
should’ve hung myself with your wishes and kisses
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7. |
Twice My Age
03:11
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going upstate for a weekend
cuz all i see is you
those walls kept tumbling in
and i’m feeling used
making bargains with the mailman
saying don’t come around
save the bills til’ next week
gotta leave this town
this highway’s filled with dreamers
seeing the same shade of blue
there’s a toddler in the car seat
is he sick of it too?
they say save it for next time
i’ve got too much to say
wishing i could be you, man
cuz i feel twice my age
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my new best friend
not another who pretends
somebody like me but not really
he calls my bluff
knows i’m not strong enough
looking in the mirror is free
but accepting it all is not easy
which way did i go?
no control, no home, no nothing
something like fear in the way
who would i be?
just a bird, clipped and amazed
staring from a cage for days
a coward content not to change
who’s that i see?
cracks in his skin like the pavement
flooding them up with poison
quit staring at me
they hate me, i’m not pretty, i’m lonely
and i’m quitting tonight at midnight
and then everything will be alright
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Dead Letter Office Detroit, Michigan
Dead Letter Office is an eclectic record label out of Detroit, MI. Current Roster: Ian Pinchback, Superbomb, The Eugene
Strobe, Future Slang, Mike Anton, Jeff Jablonski, Brandon Frye, Kyle McBee, Dmitry Shteynvil.
Archival Roster: Dead Letters, Black Lodge, The_Pages, Cocoon Life, Factory Girls, The Mantons
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