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This Garage
03:40
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I've passed on more than I can handle
Got my cellphone on the mantle
Dad's asleep on the couch, I crawl outta the house
With some cans full
It's like 10 in the evening
Our odd-workingman's weekend
We get drunk on a Monday, make it last through the weekdays
Then maybe sleep in
We ease into each other
Spellbound sisters and brothers
Tossin' cards 'round in Kings, bumping into our things
Using keg cups for cover
Some leave later than some
Some stay put but still gone
And we pass 'round the starlight
With Blue Ribbon and Bud Light
As the night putters on
I'm not sure what we will hold onto
And what we'll leave behind
Was it coming any clearer
Or were we just wasting time?
I'm not sure what we have held onto
And what we all have lost
But I'll never lose those nights we had
Out in the garage
We take turns with the speakers
Each sharing our keepers
I play "Lost Case of Being Found"
and "Sunday Morning Coming Down"
Tryna reach through the ether
But we're covered in bruises
Each not sure what our use is
'Til we look 'round the room
Catch us burst and then bloom
No need for usin', it's useless
If you're all empty-handed
You'll find the poor fool who's standing
He'll reach behind yr chair to the Frigidaire
And dispense to the demanding
Some spill drinks from their spouts
Some move out of this house
This night's filled with yearning
All bleary eyes burning
As our lives putter out
I'm not sure what we will hold onto
And what we'll leave behind
Was it coming any clearer
Or were we just wasting time?
I'm not sure what we have held onto
And what we all have lost
But I'll never lose those nights we had
Out in the garage
No, I'll never lose those nights we had
Out in the garage
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Winter Nights
02:51
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Kentucky kids getting high on the highway
En route to a winter trip to Tennessee
One of them could be me
Eleven months back, Ryan's beat-up car
Fled Etobicoke in the month of March
To head back home and shoot the breeze
I spent winter nights with coats on
Snug covered in shed blankets
Waxing weird and wet with wonder
Soaked in smoke and coughing fits
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today?
In that next year we shivered mornings
Scared stupid at the Dinner Bell Buffet
We handled it okay
We were solitary creatures
Ironing out our features
Desperately desperate to stumble through the day
I spent winter nights alone in
My own childhood carbed
Fearful floating toward my future
I was careless with abandon
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today?
As I heave my chest sick spitting
Watching thick white flakes of heaven
I'm wishing histories to cover all my face
Where are their tireless words of wisdom?
Ribs and pokes at all oblivions
We shrug, be free, lift off that worldly weight
I spend winter nights quite lucid
The CN Tower's lights behind me
I feel their presence in a vision
And I hold them all inside me
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today?
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today?
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You've got to break that bone that shits on everything
So I can start my day about a hundred ways
Give or take about ten or twenty
Sweatin', death-obsessed, hungover, still drunk
But I always spin it kinda funny
See I step on the side where the sun shines bright
Though still in tune with world's wealth of sad
But you're a goddamn pig who's covered in filth
When you relish in the crap
You gotta break that bone that shits on everything
See I've met your type, you can be alright
A sneer and chuckle here and there
But when there's good in the room, you want it covered in doom
You want to put it in despair
Well, I'm a patient guy, I'll just bide my time
And let you let your demons out
But there's only so much shit I can watch you spit
Before I clock you in the mouth
Yeah, you gotta break that bone that shits on everything
Well I'm a realist too, when there's speaking to do
Sometimes the truth's just gotta be spoken
We can't go swimming through life, all sweet pumpkin pie If ain't all don't smell quite like roses
But if you ain't hurting yourself, or anything else
Well you keep doin' as yourself sees fit
But if you're bitching and moaning and pissing and groaning
Just break that bone that shits
You gotta break that bone that shits on everything
It's okay to shit when ya gotta shit But don't shit on things that ain't covered in shit
You gotta break that bone that shits on everything
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She used to be one of the sunlit ones
A demeanour joyed and true
'Til life sucked the colour right out of her
Gave her a gloomy hue
When she wakes up in the morning
All she feels is pain
I don't want innocence lost by my hand again
I like my women with some naïveté
But of some controlling sense
More like I can shield the worst parts away from her
Be a lean line of defense
But when I lose myself I lose her too
And that cheered veneer is spent
I don't want innocence lost by my hand again
Sometimes I catch her face in an afterglance
Imagine the way she used to feel
All peaches and cream and a baby's dream
And I hope to God it's real
I couldn't save our souls from extinction
But I hope her heart still beats in vain
I don't want innocence lost by my hand again
Yeah, I don't want innocence lost by my hand again
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I Swear I'm Done
03:46
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I swear I'm done with crying
And moping around
Loving the things I love just to shut them down
And I swear I'm done with aching
And looking in the mirror
Hating the things I hate hopin' they'd just disappear
But it's easier to say
Then to ever change a thing
I've been shouting into caverns
Naively listening
Hopin' my truths still ring
I swear I'm done with excesses
Taking way more than I need
Using the things I use just to try and find some peace
I swear I'm done with foolin'
And wasting all my time
Getting distracted by distractions, letting good things pass me by
But it's easier to say
Then to ever change a thing
I've been shouting into caverns
Naively listening
Hopin' my truths still ring
I swear I'm done hurting you
And turning down your help
And blaming you for things when I should just blame myself
Yeah, I should just blame myself
But it's easier to say
Then to ever change a thing
I've been shouting into caverns
Naively listening
Hopin' my truths still ring
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Mikey Chuck Rivers Clinton, Ontario
Drinkin' man's thinkin' man. Beery and beardy songwriter from Clinton, Ontario.
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