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Daniel Plainview
04:22
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I am a god, I am a king
I own from here to there. The window carry’s my sweat in condensation
I fear the breath I carry. I fear to come off offensive
Heavy is the head that wears the crown of wanting
Sit and talk about communion .But only in the future tense
And I always have the great escape, I always have excuses
And I hear the pop of pressure. So I head off to Oregon
Maybe I can outrun my guilt. And not have to make decisions
I know
I keep walls
There was once when I was broke
And vulnerable but no more
I am a god. I am a king
Everything I have I own, I neglect everything
I don’t need anyone. But I still drink your milkshake
If I take and hurt you, Them’s the breaks, You should of protected yourself
The looks of pride and admiration, Turn into slights of damnation
Break all the mirrors in land, I declare no one should learn who I am
I know
I build walls around me
There was once when I was broke
Where I was vulnerable
I know
That no one can help me
Cause that would mean that I would have to admit that I need it
Do you think that one day
I might grow
Or am I just waiting till I’m really all alone
Do you think my advisors mind
When I
String them along while I waste their time
Don’t they know, I’m a mad king
I know there's nothing from here to there, But I own everything
The people hate me. Well I made them, before they left
Heavy is the head the wears the crown of mistakes with no admission
I know
I build walls
There was once when I was broke
When I was vulnerable
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It always starts off like this, a battered day
With the paint worn off the swing
And an inkling that everything’ll be ok
I can hold onto to you for as long as I want
See what you have to bring
See if it’s something that I can keep
But the promise of remembering, is always so much more than it seems.
When you play back the dreams, and it mixes with memory
She’s not a poet, she's a ghost
Of when the sorrow felt like home
And the smoke was something new
And then she slipped off the porch and ended all discourse
While her head buried in the ground
Can’t say I don’t miss you, I just don’t want to see you around
And their flags treadled high with their feet in the sand
And they knew they’d never feel the burning again
That’s the worst part of getting old, missing a part of you
That you're not sure, is gone.
Best part of me, is when I’m on the top.
A feeling that I cannot stop, like I’m following the plot
But then the court returns and the jester yearns for a freedom
The love of kings and queens, as if we love anything
Punch drunk to win, the sulfur coats the arrows tip and it cuts through the wind
But the wind puts it out before it hits
I’m a polished man, just an animal regressed to follow some other plan
And lament again
And then she slipped off the porch and ended all discourse
While her head buried in the ground
Can’t say I don’t miss you, I just don’t want to see you around
And their flags treadled high with their feet in the sand
And they knew they’d never feel the burning again
That’s the worst part of getting old, missing a part of you
That you're not sure, is gone.
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3. |
Great American Myth
05:35
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I'm just staying alive, killing my friends
Had to leave Lisa on the pavement
Had to start hiding, had to pretend
I'm just trying to make my ends
My mom doesn’t speak, i'm out of her life
Ever since my younger uncle died
And if you’re trying to blame me, you must be crazy
I’m just the product not the demand, you see
And you can spend all your time
Trying to figure out answers, trying to figure out why
And you can spend all your time
Blaming god or praying harder night
Oh you can spend all your time
Just looking for me
Yeah I’m doing quite, still way up on my feet
Trying to keep my mind away from the street
A parlor of people, screaming at me
Why I’m the problem they seek
You miss them so damn, stop eating from me
I’m the enemy that hides above the scene
Stop all that energy, don’t your arm feel itchy
Let me hold you and rock you to gently to sleep
And you can spend all your time
Hating that there’s nothing with your life
And you can spend all your time
Taking some shit to make your feel alright
And you want to, we can ride
Arm out the window, eyes closed all night
And you care, better keep quiet
You talk bad bout him, people think your starting a riot
Pigs come quickly, sniffing out truffles of glee
Beating people down in the street
And the off-white tanned vertices, are blind as can be
Telling me to work hard, be proud of the country
We’re running round problems, a misery go round
Hard to see anything getting better now
We’re affording the struggle, permitting the pain
Forgetful of the poor, claiming insane
And you can spend all your time
Pulling threaded bootstraps, trying to be alright
And you can spend all your time
Wading through with anchors keeping you tied
And you can drown all you like
It’s your own damn fault for not succeeding at life
And you can pull down on the tide
But know they’re pulling with you and nothings ever changed
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4. |
Scribbled Holograms
06:10
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Scribble out the mistakes
There’s no eraser where we’re headed. Just booze and holograms
Of plans we once made And things we used to have
And there’s no sense in Making sense of all the mess we made
The sorrow that follows you
Is not a cloud you need to face But a wrinkly sort of taste
Of a shadow set in place That slowly lengthens your gait
Until you come upon Your final resting place
When you face the bitter draft, Your demons will never last
Still it’s never coming back
It’s never coming back
It’s never coming back again
The being that you once claimed Is now disfigured and maimed
An androgynous soup with no reclaim
The primal squeak, your just an animal in pain
It doesn’t mean you insane It doesn’t mean that you hurt more That you deserve more
And the idea of a flirtatious beck and call
That been served due to how you felt in high school halls
You’re not that special,, you’re just a little too caught up with being
Part 3:
You can thumb through the past The lamentations of an angry lad
Who fingered his wounds and scabs Until the skin had nothing to flap
And all you were left with was anti-happiness
And a misplaced feeling of superiority
And you will flirt with the dark Heading back to that ancient land
The empty hollow that follows sad And the overwhelm of hopelessness
And when the void looks beautiful,
Just keep on being
When you face the bitter draft,
Your demons will never last
Still it’s never coming back
It’s never coming back
It’s never coming back again
You stole it all Feel cold then rebound
Its home, it’s just your least favorite room
It’s the sweet release, its just not coming home so soon
It’s your evil twin, with no mustache
It’s a deep gaping wound with no blood in the gash
Every second that you lived, is a second that you stole
From the sorrow shaped ghost that follows you home
It’s a solemn foot race and you don’t have to beat them, you just need to keep pace
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5. |
ignoredrum
03:11
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It’s the fear of rejection
Falling short of gold
Climbing up the mountaintop
Just to collapse on your way home
And evil rarely rears it’s beak
But when it does it doesn’t hold
The indifferent stares hurt
So you just add on more
Ignored again
Let go, my friend
Cause I’m still alive
So then
There’ll be more days when
Build up towers of passive stress
And release them with your guards
And if the blood you spilt dribbles
Begin over from start
Gather all your rags
And bleach with your heart
it’s best you only show your best
Your own a la carte
Ignored again
When you’re laid to rest
You’re more mulch for burdock growth
And you and me, well we tried so hard to make a unique patch of dirt
And I’ve seen the evidence
In life surplus stores
An antique mall with memories for sale
On a clearance floor
Ignored again
Let go, my friend
Cause I’m still alive
So then
There’ll be more days when
You’ll reply
You’ll reply
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6. |
Patron Saint Surprise
03:45
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Patron Saint Surprise, Stars in our eyes
I can feel my head growing smaller
Every time I make a wish, I can feel the others slip
But it don’t matter, no it don’t matter
Like the rain with no cold, it don’t matter
LIke a tortoise growing old, it don’t matter
No it don’t matter, no it don’t matter
In my soul, there's a dull pain growing old
If I reach in I might drown
I’m just tired, of no sun
Of no sun, of no sun
So let’s pray to whatever god will get us through the day
Lets scream at the top of our lungs that we feel so fucking happy
I’m so cold
Grab a bucket, let’s milk
I got fucked on my taxes, so let’s make fun of the president’s face and the way he speaks
Let’s tell our friends we’re marxist, show them where the lark sits
We’ll both sing for them and ask who’s more free
Patron saint surprise, stars in our eyes
I can feel my head growing smaller
Every night you snore more, every day you grow more bored
But it don’t matter, no it don’t matter
Like the postman on sunday it don’t matter
Like late at night feeling hungry it don’t matter
No it don’t matter, no it don’t matter
In my soul, there’s a dull pain growing old
I built a well around it
Now I can reach in and not drown
Still I’m tired of no sun
So let’s pray to whatever god will get us through the day
Lets scream at the top of our lungs that we feel so fucking happy
I’m so cold
Grab a bucket, let’s milk
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7. |
The Stench (of Youth)
07:50
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We heard the rapturous applause, As the sun seeped out That haunted parking lot,
Where we used to smoke cigarettes. And hide from it all
They’re so proud of us all For pulling back the curtains
A simple continuation
But with how hard, It’s gotten, I feel so awful
And no amount of precipitation will Wash away the fragrance Of youth
Your eyes stab into me and I feel the pain of a promise I made but have never kept
And when you speak, Your voice squeaks with pain of holding me up
I feel insane, how could you laud me, how could you applaud me, how could you love me
When I’m a driveling mess, with a big sunken chest, who’s all out of fresh but back stocked on mess
There’s a time and a place, for us to try to find an escape
But it seems so far away, when I tug on your shirt, and you say oh I can’t today
I’m so tired Look at this life we live in a mire
I’ve got to go dig my own grave
Every hour I work fills it with more shade
And beside rents due soon And besides there’s a hole in the room
And besides I’ll be home soon, it’ll be okay
They hung my picture on the bathroom mirror
So no one would know that they profited off my youth
I’m a matchstick town to you,
One day you’ll blow me out
Can you feel the wind blow and quell in size
Are you leaning just like I
Did you know the place where you most reside
Is tucked deeply beneath my coat
In the place where’d I’d keep a flask
But you’ve taken up the spot
If we’re supporting each other
Then why do we lean from side to side
Some day we’ll find some leisure
Just need some more time
I know the gasps keep growing bigger now
It happens all the time
We’re two towers upon each other
Just bound for all time
The sun seeps in the window, another summer night
As you pray to the wall, your face bathed in your phone light
It’s only been an hour, since I left that old parking lot
And none of it remains, no, it’s fresh out of sight
Oh darling I’m, so sorry, for my actions, I tried to hide it
And I promise, it will never happen again
And in the morning, will you wake me up, turn on the light, I wanna share a cup of
coffee. And chat about stuff, and send you off, and tell you how much I love you.
Make sure that you’re still my friend
I’m sorry for wasting your day
The only part thats spent away from me
Did you find it hard to sleep
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8. |
Different Kind of Blue
04:27
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9. |
Zut Alors!
05:10
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We drive capillaries every time we move And we fill in dots as we pace across the room
We stretch lines a little too far And they snap us back obliquely to where we start
A angel looks back at the rubble of the past But the wind fill his wings, there’s no chance of going back
Head into the pale, for the sake of the children Kill the good time girl, and let the daylight in
And the Frenchman, up the third floor walk up Is screaming ennui
And the people on the street Don’t know what he means
Still he’ll work for his pay every day
But his mind is back flattening souvenir pennies by the bay
The air was cold, remember that You were wearing something stupid probably that green hat
You saw Cassie with the round face and the hair behind her ear You had fifty cents in your pocket and not an ounce of fear
You spent your lunch on a beveled copy of the golden gate And she didn’t care
Chorus 2:
And remember don’t relapse There’s no chance of coming back
Don’t worry, it’s not fate That’s just the way things feel when you’re too late
We all find the slots of life If you’re lucky, you slide in real nice
It’s like playing a game of pachinko Win or lose, those are some pretty lights
We drag daggers every time we move our feet
And they stab into the people we’ve been lucky to meet
We take what’s giving, pull until there’s scars
Sometimes they split in two cause they’ve stretched too far
A angel looks back at the rubble that he’s made
But he’s pulled backwards, his chance to rebuild starts to fade
Head into the pale, for the children
Kill the good time girl, and let the moonlight in
And the Frenchman, up the third floor walk up
Is screaming ennui
And the people on the street
Don’t know what he means
Still he’ll work for his pay every day
But his mind is back flattening souvenir pennies by the bay
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10. |
Out Since the Recession
06:11
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Those who are seen are rarely heard
She said to the unseen people in the herd
A crack at life can take you far
You might even save enough to buy a car
Those who try are rarely paddled
But the paddling hurts so bad it doesn’t matter
A partridge taste like a pigeon
But which one makes you smile more at Christmas
And I, am so forlorn
The world is likely ending as we know it
But you, won’t go without a fight
But just holding on to you takes, all of my might
And I’ll say one more time, that I love you
But I don’t think loves enough to, get us through
Trawling bergs, the sense of might
How strong is a man without a mind
Loping curses, are we the victims
Or are the perpetrators always so listless
And I, can't explain
The guilt I wish I still felt
But you, can see the difference
Between the shit and the filling
Somehow,
We’ll still be here
And the not much that we have
We’ll still be here too
And I, know what you’ll say
What’s the point of all of it
If you have to watch it
Go all to shit
I’ll tell you, it's easy, well don’t you see
I’m looking right at it
You’ll say, you don’t know what I mean
But really you don’t know what I meant
I’ve tried so hard to show you music
That means so much to me
I see now that’s not the vision
I’ve got to wait to see what you’ll show me
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Bailey Allen Baker Coeur D'Alene, Idaho
Bailey Allen Baker is a singer/songwriter from Coeur d Alene, Idaho. My new western album, Palish Landscape, is out now.
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