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Goodbye City
04:25
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tiered and dazed - in my thin sleeping bag, watching the trains
as i roll past feeling betrayed by this city i don't know
if it's a trend i think it's old
and all my friends are picking sides tonight
who was first here, who will win this fight
you're both fucked up - i know it's true
because i am - and i'm human just like you
these last four months - i've been tailspining through
alcoholism, twelve hour days, eight days a week
i haven't had an honest conversation in longer than i can remember
coasting through the motions of a dead end town
and bobby tries in vain to sleep - she's upset again i think
and rb and i talk - about life and fears and doubts
and this finally feels right - waiting for eastbounds to roll by
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dear roadbike this songs for you
although you may not hear it for several months
i just want you to know
that you're always here in my heart
although small towns and fields and rugged mountain rocks
stand between us, i know you are here with us
do you remember the times we sat
on the back porch of our old house
and shared all our fears and you were always there when shit got tough
i remember when you moved away, i guess it's been several years
we hitchhiked there together, and always shared all our beers
dear buckshot this song's for you
though i know it can't be enough
to say how much i miss you
and the things we did when we were young
we drank in the fields
and sung all our favourite songs
we put on punk rock shows
and defiance, ohio came to town
and alex blue this songs for you
for the nights you stayed up late
and showed me your scars
and made me feel like i could be brave
and to all you friends gone
well i will see you soon
together on this road we travel - so long
and to all you friends here
well i think i fear that this is no longer home
i'm too attached to our past to ever feel this is clear
but this isn't goodbye, it's see you soon
for better days, for what we've been through
for better days, i will miss you...
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It's 3am. Walker Yard. And all I'll be, is this tattered yellow card punched 7 to 3. In every waking day or empty night. And I won't hold back nothing, from this fight. We're making men richer, we're making men richer, they're making men richer, not me. Because I'm free. Rich as I'll ever be.
And I hope on the road we won't be illusioned, we'll see our problems are only growing. And we'll be back and just want to fight, to create a city where it feels alright to walk down the street without being called fag, where we can build community and burn their flag.
Gritty nails, my white sunken eyes, sometimes I still pretend you're here alive. And if I could run with frost bitten feet, I'd chase your shadow until we'd meet - in summer waves of delirious heat - my hands in yours for one last beat.
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We Can Be Better
03:38
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your fires burn - through northern alberta sky's
and flood waters drown - manitoba prairies tonight
and luxury - i don't get why
we want it so badly - miles away tonight
shit isn't fucked - not until you feel it
the cost of comfort - so hard to leave it
and fuck you - for ever leaving...
this city this dream this heart of mine
everybody moved on while i was still stuck in time
why didn't we grow up according to our own plan
in ten years time we could have run this town
but you sold out your heart - you raised a fake fist
just to fit your life - as an anarchist kid
when do ideals become petty drama
what's our fascination with this head trauma
well i want out
i quit
i'm so done, with this shit
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We Roll With The Punches
04:20
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at the end of the tracks there's a bar named rose, past the three mile line where only travelers go. and we don't sip - we drink, as voices strain, our small talk wonders if the clouds will rain. and when it gets late we all sing along, to the chorused hum of the songs we sung. in these six years i made honest friends, across enemy lines in vulnerable trends. and we spill our stories to who stops by, at the very least we know we try. and then morning comes and they go on their way, back on the road for twelve hour days.
these seconds surpass all that i've known, and I close my eyes, swallowed by their drone. you were off in a corner, sipping soco and sprite, to the steady thumping of an fm light. you were the stars i counted on my way back home, the miles of highway to my heart i'd thrown. and it's two am on every side of town, with my bag packed, i wait for whistle sound. my chest is tight but i lack the emotion, i hold tight your hand and swear devotion. and i opened my eyes and i was all alone, on a fifty three i was heading home.
and i took the train to the end of the tracks, through the snow and wind i found myself fast. past the three mile line where only travelers go, drinking a beer at a bar named rose. and i skipped the talk of sun or rain, and got to the point and didn't feel ashamed. and i dropped my glass on the dusty floor, because i don't need to drink to feel anymore. and as fast as i got here i left this place, because i don't want to live and die this way. your choices are yours but they're mine too, should have told you then pop punk can't save you.
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Get Help Chris
03:40
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huddled in my two by four of a bed i make, between your arms and legs
and here is where i think i'm really safe
before you slip away, and then it's bright inside
and they're all at the factory just punching for dimes
and i stare outside, but can't seem to make these legs work
the snow collects on your porch, and it's mine
and all things must die - i'm never as lucky
sometimes it feels
our cold hands grab railings, the december frost is setting in
we're waiting on a basement - i slept on the garage again
the dish water is clouding up the window panes
there's ice inside tonight - the thermostat's stuck at 35
and we're so scared without chaos - in these steady jobs 9 to 5
paying our rent eating out every sunday night
i saw your bedroom, it was covered in dirt
of the relationships that never quite worked
you filled them like cracks in the yellowing walls
with pills and the ice and your stomach crawls
jeremy said maybe it will rain tonight
i don't think it has stopped in at least 40 nights
when the sun is gone from the sky
and the streets are quiet and our city dies
we'll shoot the shit - go back to what we know
cheap beer, warm beds, and
we'll let it snow
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rodeo Halifax, Nova Scotia
my name is rodeo and i'm from alberta. i live in halifax right now. let's be friends?
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