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I never said goodbye
00:17
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I never said goodbye
(nothing, nothing)
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Nothing, nothing
I turned on the tap for you, oh my
And even when it dripped it poured, my guy
Songs that meant nothing
We sang songs that meant nothing
I still sing those songs
Do they mean nothing now?
Each to his own, I guess
Unless it’s an early death
Songs that meant nothing
We wrote songs that meant nothing
I still write those songs
They mean nothing now
When you went out of tune
I was out of the room
I wish you could’ve known
The ceiling ain’t always the roof
It was always about that nothing
So, nothing…
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3. |
Some Capra scene
04:05
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We were by the swing set
I was funny
No clue what I said
But was proud, nonetheless
And under porch lights
I was charming
No clue what you said
But it went to my head
Breaking through the years together
You drip through my soul
Like honey, I get better
You are my chance to dream
To view the world like some Capra scene
I just want to be among the best in your life
Keep me in your backpack, hold a song for the night
Hold the song like a knife
Breaking through the years together
You drip through my soul
Like honey, I get better
You are my chance to dream
To view the world like some Capra scene
Breaking through the years together
You drip through my soul
Like honey, we get better
I was rendered static
By my panic
While you flopped like a fish
On the floor by our fridge
I would take that pain if
I could
If it weren’t too late
It was two-thousand eight.
Breaking through the years together
You drip through my soul
Like honey, I get better
You are my chance to dream
To view the world like some Capra scene
Breaking through the years together
You drip through my soul
Like honey, we get better
I just wanna be among the best in your life
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4. |
My whole life
04:11
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My whole life
Flashed before your eyes
You held down and stayed
I broke under your weight
Based on what
Based on whom
Times are tough, always were
Shit keeps matting the fur
You never looked for pity
Just admiration
Scratch me on the face
Show your desperation
Okay, yeah
Okay, still
(mini dv sounds interrupt)
My whole life
My whole life
My whole life
My whole life
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5. |
Epiphany
01:05
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I had an epiphany on epiphany
It wasn’t much
But it led me to a place of contemplation
I dreamt a dream
Of the afterbirth of a nation
I dreamt a dream you were there to be with me
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Afraid to keep my eyes on you
I was afraid to keep track of you
I let you disappear
And just fingers crossed it into okayness
Then that was it
Simply, I should have known
Okayness was no replacement for wellness
And politeness was no replacement for love
Agitation an easy alibi
Being a flake, being a snowflake
Whilst you were a barrel of tar
Sticking to every inch of me and mucking it all up
Oh, I made myself sick
Afraid to keep my eyes on you
And, oh, what’s worse, I never forgave you
Cause that would mean something too on the nose for myself
And I was never ready for that
Summer sure is quiet without you around
Life sure is something else
Take off your hat, your backpack full of poison
Take of your shades and your tough guy schtick
Shave off that hell beard
I want to see the baby
Afraid to keep my eyes on you
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7. |
Theme from Wales
03:27
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We swam for days on end
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I had been waiting for the news
For a while
Didn’t know it yet
I just took it for granted
That you continued to pull through
Maybe crying gives me headaches now
Or maybe it’s staring at my screen
Hitting refresh on my feed
Trying to gauge if everyone’s as torn up as me
You were my friend
You
Are my friend
I know you had a darkness
I have that darkness too
I’m just finding other ways to get through
I’ve just been lucky to find better ways to get through
In a month
It’ll be your birthday coming up
I used to have trouble remembering the precise date
It’s harder to forget these days
March 18, 1988
A scaly, watery wreck of a boyish man
At times, you gave your best, all things considered
At others, you did far worse
I miss the best times, who doesn’t
Drinking boxed wine on a Sunday night
Watching kids in the hall
Bruce was your favourite
As he poured coffee over a spasming heart
We laughed at the thought
And doused our own with cheap merlot and Shiraz
Until you passed out on the couch or one of us went to bed
And I know you’d be pissed I haven’t poured one out for you
OE or VSOP
(moment of silence)
You were my friend
You
Are my friend
I know you had a darkness
I have that darkness too
I’m just finding other ways to get through
I’ve just been lucky to find better ways to get through
I see the face of a kid I knew a little too well
I hear the songs we used to make
I taste family dinners you spent days on
These things all help a little with everything
You weren’t my brother
In the most literal sense of the word
But I’ll let you have that one
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9. |
The boxer (c/o S&G)
05:29
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