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Spill
03:21
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Can't say I find arrogance appealing
But she wore it like a dress
That I spilled my burning guts upon
And refused to clean the mess
Oh, I owe no explanation,
That's not why I wrote this song
You're no preacher, girl but I'm
Sweating each confession like I know that I've done wrong
So tell me all about forgiveness and
Who you placed under your spell
Tell me how to get to heaven and
I'll do what I can to avoid hell
Let me waste some time with Jackie
I won't introduce you to Jill
You see these games we play allow no heart or skill
And I've got guts to spill
Can't say I heard your wicked dealings Or I chose to drown them out
Was it some feeling cold that had you sold
When all I wanted was some way out?
Oh you always had it coming,
Just felt the needle in my touch
The flame Burnt out the same,
So who's to blame?
I'll find another who cares to hold my crutch
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Long Time Coming
03:43
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It’s been a Long Time Coming,
SInce I thought you were the best
Since I caught a glimpse through stage lights of your eggshell dress
I tiptoed my way around it when it fell upon the floor and
Took my mind right off it when you wore it out my door
Oh, sometimes, I find it hard to let things go
I’ve written moon-June rhymes about something deep inside
About the state of the union, crushed and bruised and swallowing pride
Poured some minor chords to chase the taste of whiskey’s strong defeat
Turned it up to drown the awful sound and played it on repeat
And now, it’s clear I’m hoping you will see
Someone thinks it’s worth the wait
And she has something to believe
Someone else has tried 3,000 times
To stay rather than leave
It’s not fear that drives these stormy eyes
To places far from you It’s the off-chance someone close will enjoy the view It’s been a Long Time Coming
But the going’s alright, too
It’s been a Long Time Coming
No more weight upon my chest
No more holding back and cutting slack just to pass a test
With you I shot at clocks as if I had the time to kill
Now I’m up at 5, half-alive and begging for a thrill
No longer broken,
I’m starting to see
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Paying With Pennies
03:23
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What's your motivation?
I've been making observations
Finding where I'm supposed to be
Avoiding all I find complacent
We've been paying in pennies
No longer wishing on stars
But confiding and relying on
More roads and train cars
This ain't our first rodeo, man I doubt that it's our last
Hoping I can take the last mistake and put it in the past
Before the fast lane comes,
I'll get it right off my chest
It's a message in a bullet that I'm planting in your vest
So hold me back or step aside
I'm not talking bout the finish line but
The journey the road up the skylines the Cities the ride
And the people that I'm passing are
On cloud 9, but for all the Wrong Reasons
Writing songs to neon lights that will burn out before the seasons
Change, I'm hoping that the words remain true because I'm spitting out philosophies I've felt since 22
So hold me back or step aside
This time I couldn't tell you where I'm going, I'm just living for the ride
All intentions aside, I don't see eye to eye with the reasons some waste seasons simply living a lie
But I'm not looking back this time
Take me to the end of the line
Mmm, I look out, feel the city wash right over me
Let my mind wander all around the empty streets
I see the fire way off in a distant land
Its hard to burn with wet matches and a stubborn hand
But day in and out I keep the letters flowing
The stack of papers on my desk is ever growing
More minutes every day are married to the 6 strings
And on the hour, the voices in my head sing
But that ain’t why I choose to spill my guts on 5 lines
Its probably cuz my heart can only beat in cut time
If you’ve got love and words then that is well enough to live and
Anymore and I would say you got some things that you could give
I like the books, stories, people and I cant complain
4 years ain’t that long to play the real game
Ill keep burying my verses for that rainy day
Cuz deep down, I know that it’s the only way
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Butane
05:26
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It's a quarter-past some morning's three
There's broken glass on Highway C
Symbolic as the metaphor he wrote
Not a crash the way you'd think it works
No bright white light and nothing hurts
He'll hang upon the staff just like a note
And find a reason to keep this sinking ship afloat
So sing your hopeful hymns or wish on stars
The wheels of my car don't drive on hope alone
Maybe you can see the miles on skin like scars
No time for rest, it's not that far to
Burn out like the sun
Right now we fail to thank the Butane, will we curse it when it's gone?
Like cigarette smoke, the rest has left
until tension came and slowly crept,
We've been freezing what we meant to make of youth
When clock's ones line up, she'll wish for you.
She told me, so it won't come true, my ever-changing, insatiating truth
Outro:
I can still see you, Jack
Seeking thrills
Sift through the powders and the pills
Can't afford for you to close a single door
I've killed off the brain child twice before, just praying that I don't reach four before I find exactly what I'm looking for.
Another stage to find beats singing from this floor...
It's been a Long Time Coming,
Take Me to the End of the Line...
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Three Unassisted Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Three Unassisted is the alternative project of brothers Will and Michael Richter (guitar and bass respectively), Mark Gesior (drums), Will Frillman(keyboards/trumpet, and Kenny Jones (saxophone/rhythm guitar). Hailing from Milwaukee, WI, the band seeks to provide an unparalleled approach to groove rock. Check out their debut album, Supercell, available now! ... more
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