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Lockjaw
04:36
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This hallway's cold.
Good to have my sister's hand to hold
through the seizures
I'm breaking her fingers,
White knuckles together in a parody of control.
I'm cracking wise
With the open head wound to my right
Stealing blankets from hospital maintenance
Gallows humor for a hanging of my design
I just realized
I've been living to die
I dreamt of moments I missed
While I tried not to exist
The doctor asks
What methods I used to cope in the past
Drinking and humor, so I'll work on my humor
Not a single one of those bastards laugh
I scratch and scrape
At the bugs on my arms
and the medical tape
pulls and itches
I know I'll try to forget this
So imma get the residue tattooed if I make it out of this place
I just realized
I've been living to die
I dreamt of moments I missed
While I tried not to exist
Lockjaw's the perfect gift for the man who knows everything
Lockjaw's the perfect gift for a guy like me
Lockjaw's the perfect gift for the man who knows everything
Lockjaw's the perfect gift for me
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Sleepless I (Insomniac)
01:48
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You got a dirty city and you got a dirty street
you got sunflowers in your pockets and there's nothing on your feet
you heard the gunshots in the night and you called it local charm
fell asleep to the Thorp St soundtrack while I held you in my arms
Got a hair on my pillow and I bet it's from your head
between these keepsakes and regrets, I'll never have an empty bed
You sat on every bus I took to play the show
You're a sweet hallucination eating at my soul
Got a hair on my pillow and I bet it's from your head
between these keepsakes and regrets, I'll never have an empty bed
I wouldn't be surprised if you were here
Don't you think it's time you disappeared
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Self Esteem Jenga
04:09
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We were playing self-esteem Jenga
In a room where we all had the shakes
Tired of loved ones hearing the drug in each desperate phone call we'd make
All the breaks we caught, we didn't catch on to till almost too late
Joe says, "you gotta get clean, you gotta get free, or you'll be broken like me. I'm 58 and I can't get straight; I'm a mirror and I hope you hate what you see."
"Hit the ground running, but don't run too fast, you'll trip and land on a syringe."
We look in these rooms for the higher power we lost somewhere under the bridge
Well, Joe hopes he does find God so he can kill that son of a bitch
"Fuck everybody, just do the right thing, we can't control their empty chairs."
They're back to the bars and the marks on their arms, and we're jealous and sorry and scared
So we piss in our cups and stand up for a bitter serenity prayer
You gotta get clean, you gotta get free, or you'll be broken like me. I'm 26 and I'm hurt and I'm sick. I'm a mirror and I hope you hate what you see
"You gotta get clean, you gotta get free, or you'll be broken like me. I'm 58 and I can't get straight; I'm a mirror and I hope you hate what you see."
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5. |
Sleepless II (Addict)
02:39
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Remote Control
04:10
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You're in a kayak on the west coast
West coast
I liked your post
You're doing yoga after avocado toast
And a little caffeine
I'm in a club in Jamaica, Queens
Making a scene
Dodging trap queens
It seems like Fetty had a good thing
But I'm tryna stay clean
Independent like a boxcar
Thinking on you every minute apart
Gone 5 thousand miles but you work My heart and soul
remote control
You're off at school to get them good grades
Good grades
So you get paid
I'm chasing fame in Rome and shirking financial aid
Like a grown-ass man
When I miss you it's a landslide
Landslide
Hands tied
And it happens all the damn time
I'm living on a seconds hand
FaceTime from the jungle is a heart attack
I tell you I love you
then the screen goes black
But I don't say I love you just to hear it back
so that's new for me
Independent like a boxcar
Low-key struggling like a dying star
Gone 5 thousand miles but you work my heart and soul
remote control
Independent like a boxcar
Thinking on you every minute apart
Gone 5 thousand miles but you work My heart and soul
remote control
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Clover Girl
04:45
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Dim the lights
Take off your jacket
Get out the Scrabble board
And bury this hatchet
You've got that look in your eye
Like if I get one more triple word
Tonight's the night I die
We're in your bed
You call it ours
I don't really live here
But the gesture melts my heart
It's been a while since I've known home
My clothes are in my car
But you're the background on my phone
Clover girl
You got four leaves every time
I am still the lucky one to have you by my side
Clover girl
You're honey on my mind
I'm falling for the mess of freckles underneath your blue green eyes
Clover girl
Clover girl
Good morning, gorgeous
I burnt the eggs
Skip the breakfast
Back to intertwined legs
You whisper words under the covers
You can hear my pounding chest
Over the rain and the thunder
My GPS saved the street you're on
I'm trying not to speed
As I pass Chapin and St John
This town is grey, You make it bright
I'm happy just to be the dust floating in your sunlight
Who'd have known
You'd love me so
Who'd have known
Clover girl
You're sweet under the stars
Cuddle in the tent while I butcher songs my guitar
Clover girl
This is the best life I've ever had
I'm Falling for the mess of freckles peeking out from your sleeping bag
Clover girl
You got four leaves every time
I am still the lucky one to have you by my side
Clover girl
You're honey on my mind
I'm falling for the mess of freckles underneath your blue green eyes
Clover girl
Clover girl
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Strange Fangs Pine Bush, New York
“Musician, songwriter, composer, producer, photographer- [Glasgow] is the genius behind Strange Fangs Song Factory…running the gamut from classical to hip-hip, jazz and blues to electronica and rap, he moves easily from the dark and haunting to the soaring and serene. Perhaps the most multifaceted musician I have ever encountered.” –Carousel Magazine (The Creative Genius of Jim Glasgow, Feb 2017) ... more
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