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I run on batteries and wheelchairs
Portuguese leather, gin, and marionettes
I hope it's not too late to ask
How do you know when to give up?
I spent the night down at Barbes
And walked the entire three miles home
Somewhere between Dunkirk and Paris
That's where I want to go
So tell me how do you know when to give up?
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Salinger
04:46
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Oh Esme, don't you lean on dirty statues overdue to be cleaned
Why don't you tell me what you really mean?
'Cause he will follow you down the street and think it all so sweet
But it's not, leave a message written with your feet
Through a haze of smoke I call to you with a condescending voice
But your tired smile slowly fades when given the choice
You lay on your back and you pray
For a pilgrim to come and take you away
But no one is coming for you
Better find your Jesus before your life is through
And you've been saying lately that the city is a mystery to me
And "I've seen snakes climbing out of trees"
But my dear I would argue that like a fractured sea
It gives and it takes equally
And now you wait for a ghost to call you on the phone, but he can't
He's less real than the smoke from your cigarette
And she says, "Who cares if I'm on a pack a day?"
"I had heard him say 'what difference does it make?'"
"Cause after he fell on that bullet so quick,
there is nothing left that can make me sick."
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I wanna see in black and white
Cause lately this technicolor's gotten too bright
Traded the suburbs for urban sprawl
And now all I want to be is nowhere at all
We're done forecasting funerals
Because time is gonna pass either way
And no more taking pictures
We are the infinity on trial
Turn the key and lock the door
There's nobody living here anymore
And as I walk the shadows sit and wait
Lazily screaming "I'm good, not great."
We're done forecasting funerals
Because time is gonna pass either way
And no more taking pictures
We are the infinity on trial
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Compassion
04:34
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You taught me about compassion
Bone white hands and skeleton keys
But still the best laid plans won't lead
To the place I want to be
But I'm lost out on the ocean
And my rudder is broken
And I can't see the rivers from here
So, my love, why won't you steer?
I laid my armaments down
Yeah, I put my rifle on the ground
And sank into a crown of love
Bright golden dreams of Australia
But I'm lost out on the ocean
And my rudder is broken
And I can't see the rivers from here
So, my love, why won't you steer?
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Dead Leaves
06:38
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I'm like dead leaves on the dirty ground, you walk all over me now
They're etching my name on a headstone, down at city hall
Well, I'm ready for a funeral
Everyone is waiting, I'm just killing time
With alcohol at my bedside, burning the last of my light
I went walking through your landscape, late last night for free
The sidewalk sparkled from the broken glass
And I found where the carousel went, past the fallen trees
But there was no ride for me
Everyone is waiting, I'm just killing time
With alcohol at my bedside, burning the last of my light
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And I turned off my mind when I was warned
Not to search for something warm
But what I've found is people here are the same
They're all afraid to touch a rising flame
Sally Hayes you're not like anyone else
I've never seen such a shameless sense of self
You're a siren calling through the wind
On 42nd St. the ice is growing thin
You can sweep me away, whenever the morning comes
Just like the rain after a day under the sun
And as dirt gathers under your weathered eyes
Don't you cry 'cause your dying leaves will only bleed into mine
You're asking me, "Why the hell is he here?"
I said "I'm sorry but my dear I fear, that Napoleon is sleeping on your floor. Why don't you act like you've been here before?"
She came to be a starlet
But there are no skies in your mind
And you ended up in drive-ins
When your Saturn had returned
And my Saturn has returned
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Life in the Hive
03:24
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Walking barefoot in the snow
We are all American
Gods with nowhere to go
Because we destroyed our own homes
And we will fall apart again, and that's how we'll know that we had it coming
There are no sirens tonight
'Cause you have gone and taken all their lights
Adorned them on a dress
I still recall your old address
And you will fall apart again, and that's how you'll know that you strayed too far
I don't see any stars in the sky
Just faces made of concrete
Mirage raincoats and crimson clouds
All over London now
And I will fall apart again, and that's how I'll know there's no leaving now
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Orange
04:04
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The pages torn out of your head, a wasted dream
Your face looks like a sickly man dressed in green
But I write in every alphabet I see
And they call me Mephistopheles
This book is worn and swollen underneath her feet
The train it crawls and rumbles underneath the street
But he don't sweat or pay attention to degrees
He just wants to burn all the poor people in need
Roll over and confess, pure as the mountain stream
He whines around the valley into mouths and ears
Their eyes of sediment feed their souls to me
And that's why they call me Mephistopheles
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She Wanted to Leave
02:40
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Volcano
04:58
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You tell me, "It's good news but watch your back"
"For all the cinders falling from the past"
Volcanoes, and hold the view alone
You tell me where you been, not where you've gone
You lay your rug on the floor
And call it a home
But how will they know they're wrong
If you don't tell them so?
So, leave the rust on every night-side table
And fill the books with empty words til they're a fable
Drink your water, fill your lungs with smoke
When snow is here I'll stay outdoors and wait for the light
You're the only one who's got old news
You watch TV and sit in slumber
The world outside is spinning and it's falling
Let's hope they don't drop their bombs before she grows up
Call the name of the wind
Beg the trees to bend
And when the leaves do fall
Sweep them up
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Midwestern Dirt Chicago, Illinois
Formed in 2017 as a solo studio project by singer-songwriter Patrick Kapp, the group has expanded to feature Colin Mercer and Owen Hemming.
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