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Moloch
03:52
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The best of our generation died in the war, nobody was there when they came home
Music in the streets, obscene angels play, the terror in the wall is taking me away
Call me nothing, call me sinner
My shoes fill with blood as I walk home
Brash men grow old they cry for the time lost, sleeping with strangers, become alcohol
You can’t reach me here through the walls we built, not even ghosts can see me here
Call me nothing, call me sinner
My shoes fill with blood as I walk home
Call me mental, call me animal
I lie in bed and wait for you
(“America, America I have given you all…and now I am nothing”)
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Southern Belle
03:30
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There she was on the corner, of a washed out magazine
Her smile said I conquered all the doubt I had in me
Maybe I could leave home, and not worry for my family
Maybe I could be something worth revering
In time you may come to understand
Every angle of the game, you know I got a plan
March on your way to hell, can’t you tell southern bell?
It’s the long road here that haunts you
And I barely recall, everything you said to me
That I’d never be something worth adoring, if I can’t stop bleeding
Maybe I could leave home, not fall through the cracks
Maybe I could be someone, able to treat myself alright
In time you may come to understand
Every angle of the game, you know I got a plan
March on your way to hell, can’t you tell southern bell?
It’s the long road that still haunts you
And If I forgot to ask, why don’t you drag me, across the border of Carolina to the next, safe sound hole
It took a long time to ask, it took a long time you know
It took a long time to ask you, how to grow
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Keep Myself Together
03:58
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All along I knew this all along
It wasn’t the winter here that made you strong
In my notes I tried to say
I’ll always love you, I still need you, I’ll always love and I still need you
If I can’t keep myself together, maybe it’s this kind of weather
I’ll stay up till 3, maybe much later
It’s because you got the better of me
This will never end
Don’t take everything I say so serious
You know better than to give me all this rope
I tie it around myself
You stare me down and I can’t move
You stare me down and I can’t move you
If I can’t keep myself together, maybe it’s this kind of weather
I’ll stay up till 3, maybe much later
It’s because you got the better of me
This may never end
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Columbia
04:12
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Columbia
Everything is changing and I'm so scared
Everyone is moving and I'm the only one who cares
I'd love you in life if I didn’t hate you to death
I am running but I’m running out of breath
Moving up, moving on, disconnection, disregard
Broken phones, broken pens
No more shoulder to depend on
Every vow I break oh I take steps
Closer to the brink of total collapse
I’d give you my life if I wasn't scared to death
My heart still works but I live with this tight chest
Moving up, moving on, disconnection, disregard
Broken phones, broken pens
No more shoulder to depend on
My world is easily shut down, and my heart is a steady way to get out easy
Take me at face value and you’ll be let down
So if you want to exchange lies, I’ll give you one or two I made up right now
And sleep just fine
Everything is alright
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Interlude
01:21
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The Artist
02:33
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It’s a welling, it’s a burning
Feelings intense but I know need um’
Passion gets to heavy when I have to been an artist
So calm and clean and collected
Before a panel, before all my judges
I let you in, I give it up, I let you tell me who I am
I compromise artistic pleasure for the value that’s placed on my head
What’s the point in being artist when all I do is give in, no self-expression?
And I call your name in the back of my head when I’m hurting
I call your name once or twice
It’s a nagging and I give in
They are feelings and I know I hate um
I gotta be more sensitive and still sound like an artist
You can burn all the bridges and drown them
Tear them down then put it back how you found it
I let you in, I give it up, I let you tell me who I am
I compromise artistic pleasure for the value that’s placed on my head
What’s the point in being artist when all I do is give in, no self-expression?
And I call your name in the back of my head when I’m hurting
I call your name once or twice
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How It Feels
03:49
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If we can’t go home tonight, what did we really work for?
And if we don’t ever get it right, at least we have each other
What’s love when you have capital, what can you say for yourself?
I’m thinking this must be inevitable
Blue sky take me into your arms; hold me brain by a string
I’m chasing ghosts from my bed all night, try to stay away from the white light
How can you call me your family? What can you say for yourself?
What you did is understandable, in a certain part in hell
And I don’t wanna know how it feels, to sell myself wholesale
You got the wild eyes and the tight smile
I don’t wanna I don’t wanna know how it feels
I go the same way home tonight, I see you I----
Chasing ghosts is kinda like the night, stumbling now I-----
See this flaw in every part of my life, I pray I die-----
Before I get left behind
And I don’t wanna know how it feels, to sell myself wholesale
You got the wild eyes and the tight smile, I don’t want it
I don’t wanna know how it feels
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Let It Show
01:33
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Give me a purpose
I need one on the surface
Our house has meter it has rhyme
But still lacking the precious time
Go to bed but please don’t go
I‘ll bear it all I’ll let it show
Practicality in mind
Ideal love story I can’t find
Maybe I was meant to have you
Now I know it’s harder to hold you
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The Worry
03:09
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Fold me into a safe place
A locket, pocket watch or wallet
A question placed in your heart
It’ll never move it’ll stop the worry
You never gave up on me, you kept my notes you kept my room clean
A question placed in your heart
It’ll never move it’ll stop the bullet
Fold me into a casket
Six feet buried, God I’m laughing
He was a good boy I swear
He’d never hurt no one he’s perfect
You never gave up on me, you kept my notes you kept my room clean
Take me into your heart and I’ll never hurt no one I’m perfect
Keep all your moments secret, no one can share what you created
It takes some time to heal the wound you left with all our curses
And I trust you’ll keep me well in your chest too
You never gave up one, you kept my notes you kept my room clean
A question placed in your heart, it’ll never move it’ll stop the worry
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Knife
03:37
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I left my knife at home today, two pills to take these thoughts away
You call me out casted and strange
Not special and born to raise
There was a day that I didn’t feel so hateful
When I woke up my numb lips took you in and pushed the evil out
It’s hard growing up more than ever it seems
What you trap inside is something like a devil that you hold at bay
Lock me up to pray, give your children pills to ease the pain
It’s hard growing up more than ever it seems
My dad dropped me off at school and he said that he’d be back late
But it was too late
A soft song may ease my troubled mind, bring the boiling blood down right
A soft song may ease my troubled mind, and I will walk home in one piece
And they will walk home in one piece
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Chained in your own home
The body gave in and the mind soon followed
You’re taking off in your sweet sweet time
All that I know it was locked in a bottle
Medicine flow will make me follow
Don’t go before you give me everything
Let it go and find safety in harmony
Don’t go before you give your life away
Let it show and find someplace you can sleep
Boxed in within the shell of my shame, a ready letter on my desk
And I’m afraid of what I’d say
You don’t wanna know the truth about me
Don’t go before you give me everything
Let it go and find safety in harmony
Don’t go before you give your life away
Let it go and find someplace you can sleep
When the party’s over and your beat ain’t skippin’
Can you find a place for me, can you be comforted?
It’s all a part of me, all the words and all the seeds
The songs you never wrote, weigh down my back is broke
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Radio Reds Charlotte, North Carolina
Formed in early 2011 by Stephen with Patrick, as an outlet for Stephen to play his acoustic/singer-songwriter songs, and with the addition of Aaron Schimmel and later Mikey, the band translated them into punk rock songs.With their debut album "Memory Loss" complete, the band parted ways with drummer Aaron Schimmel & took on Vinny Martin (Neither Scene Nor Herd), ... more
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