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No cry from the depths of lives bickered and sold
Can heel the unknown eye, bring youth to the old
No fate accompli for the weary and wicked
Can have a swan song sung before it is written
No fate lost at the whim of the gods when the judge cries "never!"
Out of all the darkness comes a wick that's lit forever
And not one of its flames can burn the streets and overthrow the people
When they cry and shout at the one up above: "In truth there is no evil!"
Miss Antihero, where did you go?
Miss Antihero, where did you go?
Miss Antihero, where did you go?
Miss Antihero, where did you go?
Wild breathless dancing in the alleys and the fields
Caught naked in the process of overcoming fears
The crime is a gateway from the forest to the sun
But the thief gave it all up just to become a pauper
Black-eyed mindsets watch an elephant hang still
Building taller fences to hide a taller kill
And the chaos of the conscience casts shadows on the hope
That the fragile dying beast is a killer or that it's all just a joke
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Television Scream Blues
03:32
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Living in the mind's eye's game
A senseless, sexless rush of shame
Putting myself on trial I claim
Just to judge the silence
But it's alright, I overcame
Replaced my number with a name
And scripted it to sound the same
As television lies
Oh I know that it might seem
Like curtains drawn inside a dream
But damn if I know what it means
It's probably just a fluke
Still everyday I feel the stare
Of oceans rising over there
But although I try I just don't care
So fuck it
Hey, this is the last time, I know
At least I tell myself so
Comparing notes with delta blues
And thieving thoughts from foreign news
I plagiarize them like the clues
That lead to something real
Atop my roof I vow to lose
If winning means I'll have to choose
From right or wrong, no I refuse
To fill my world with lies
While rooks and bishops strategize
To flip a pawn and monetize
The preacher's song, his telltale lies
Of god and love and country
So I wink at the moon and cry
For all of those worse off than I
Who hit dead ends and colorize
Television screams
Hey, this is the last time, I know
At least I tell myself so
Losing time inside a darkened world
With beat and sad and lonely girls
Subordinate to the insecure
Guy like me
I know this time is different sure
But I'm still shut off trying to cure
Addiction to the punished pure
Lust with power
And heartaches after go to show
My loneliness won't ever slow
Heck it's the same if I'm high or low
So I might as well get high
And jerk off to the darkened glow
A dead end but it's time to go
I’ll face the fate I’ve faced before
So fuck it
Hey, this is the last time, I know
At least I tell myself so
Oh, that’s what I tell myself
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I've Seen Her Somewhere
04:01
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I got a picture of her laying on the floor
I keep it locked away but I don't know what for
Her silhouettes, her silver necklaces and bows
She changed her look I'm told, but no one really knows
Where is that fragile girl, where did she go?
I caught a glimpse of her but then I moved to slow
The way she looks and the way she combs her hair
Her smile makes me think I’ve seen her somewhere
And every time that I’m lonely, and every time that I’m scared
I think of her constellations, and all the tassels she wears
And my fingers start to move just like the poets used to say
I got a pocket so full of songs that I really want to play
But not today
That girl of mine she had such graceful lonesome ways
Ran off with fate I’m told to chase the summer days
She had a secret box with books she’d never read
I tried to fall in love but I fell inside instead
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One Day I Will Fall
04:15
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One day I will fall and she will catch me with her eyes
And in that moment she will be as pretty as she is tonight
One day I will look upon her under moonlit skies
And in that moment she will be as radiant as she is tonight
She's heading east to pick up pieces that she left behind like Westerns
Set in scenes from black and white time with the girls all dressed in costume
But she's trapped in Midwest cities, the wind howling like a camera
Taking photo after photo of the famous being famous
And the scenery paints pictures - desolation and corruption –
But it doesn't tell the story of the thief who gave it all up
And it might as well be fiction – symbolism and division –
A metaphor for class and crime and war and sex and hell
But she holds on to her own vision, the story left unwritten
Reminiscent of a dream I had that one day I will fall and she will catch me
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If Only In A Dream
02:54
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Shortly before the trees swayed and the mountains sang
Before the sweet smell of air kicked and cried
I danced with her, if only in a dream
Winter, that pestilent beast with its nasty habits and crime
Its angry mood and incumbent ego trampled through the town until
The howl awoke me - it choked me - and I cursed its name
Raging in a fit of guilt, the wind sings lies to all the locals
Their system crashing down to the sounds of screaming television
But I still danced with her, if only in a dream
Still I danced with her, if only in a dream
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Letters In My Pocket
03:52
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Letters in my pocket, letters in my head
Letters to a girl whose name cannot be said
Sometimes when I write to her I feel like I’m asleep
My words are just to dreary-eyed to tell her something deep
But she looks like such a damsel, even when she walks away
But I don’t know what to do, no I don’t know what to say
So I’ll save it all for another lonely day
There she is she’s caught between the darkness and the light
I’m too scared to tell her so I hide just out of sight
But in my own defense it’s hard to look her in the eye
I just get so very lonely every time she walks by
But then she walks up to me, and then she walks away
But I don’t know what to do, no I don’t know what to say
So I’ll save it all for another lonely day
I wrote a song for her so she would laugh and she would cry
But I kept it to myself, such things are out of style
Now sometimes when I see her I seem a bit surprised
I just get so god damn nervous every time that she walks by
And then she walks up to me, and then she walks away
But I don’t know what to do, no I don’t know what to say
So I save it all for another lonely day
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Runaway Lover
04:48
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Coincidence she mistakes for fate
But in the end she won’t run away from darkness ‘til the wick burns to the bend
And every time she tries taking pictures in disguise
She gets caught hiding in plain sight behind those damsel eyes
Runaway lover, where did you go?
Runaway, lover, where I just don’t know
Running from the cigarettes that wake her everyday
And take her heart rate up until that stress has gone away
It’s not a crime of conscience to tell a fragile truth
Or to dance alone in costume – leather, chains, whips and boots
Runaway lover, where did you go?
Runaway, lover, where I just don’t know
Runaway now
Runaway, lover, now!
Runaway lover, where did you go?
Runaway, lover, where I just don’t know
I don’t know
My heroine navigates a thick and traveled trail
Through the quiet towns and silver mines that fund the private jail
Where underground addiction brings comfort to the fear
Of fixation on the past – don’t look back, just disappear
Runaway lover
Where did you go?
Runaway, lover
Where I just don’t know
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Waltzing Eyes
04:23
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Oh, those Montana eyes
Waltzing in the night
A playground for the dreamers
A shelter for the weary and wise
Like moons they howl over dark skies
Waiting to be found
A serenade for the lonesome
As midnight’s last chimes sound
Hers are the eyes of a damsel
Hers are the eyes of a lady
Sweet poems and morning sun
Wake me up where I belong
Heal me when I’m crying and I’m scared
But nothing shines brighter than those eyes
Even in moonlight they dance in the skies
And tell a story kissed and told as fate
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Jon Gaither Portland, Maine
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