1.She Sang The Blues
We are distortion
We are full hearts
We are empty rooms beyond redemption
We are not pure
We are routine
Don't crowd the machine
Write, rehearse, record, rehearse, perform, return, repeat
My mother's records found me
Hungry I devoured every tune
I still dream of distant seas when I hear her sing the blues
She said 'we are what we listen to'
You are my home
I am at peace
My heart rate slows
So music man, you pack your bags
Abuse yourself
You sell your soul til you make sure that you come home
You come home safe
My mother's records had me dreaming of a life out on the road
A suitcase and guitar on exchange for a real home
We are what we listen to
We are, we are
My heart sings out
For Only The Lonely
Or Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
When I heard Tom sing
The Green Grass of Home
I knew I was home
My mother's records found me
Hungry I devoured every tune
I still dream of distant seas when I hear her sing the blues
She said 'we are what we listen to'
We are, we are
My heart sings out
For Only The Lonely
Or Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
When I heard Tom sing
The Green Grass of Home
I knew I was home
I knew I was home
We are what we listen to
We are what we listen to
We are what we listen to
We are what we listen to
We are, we are
She sang the blues
2.Mason Grace
3.A Fond Farewell
4.The Kids Are Fucked
5.Lullabye
6.These Bones
7.A Love Song For Amsterdam
8.Crooks ＆ Liars
9.Oh Brother, Where Art Thou
10.In Fear Of Finale
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to admit
That I'm terrified
sc-scared to death of the end
When the finale comes and takes my breath away
And leaves me wanting more
The black swallows me whole
Swallows me alone
But with the confidence of a death bed at least I refuse to let
go
But why
Why are you waiting for heaven to find you
Why do you die
I said get busy living or get busy writing
All the passion's in the first draft anyway
All alone, that's how we're rushing in
I just assumed I'd see my, I'd see myself out
While I'm here, I pour myself a drink
And just get used to the room
Get used to the room
After all
It's not where you are, it's who you're with finding peace
Peace and companion and
It's not the sand it's the mate
A life without love is a life that's destitute
Why
Are you waiting for ghosts to drag you in the
Light
I said let's get busy living or get busy writing
THere's no passion in revision, or didn't you know
All alone
The black swallows me whole
Swallows me alone
But with the arrogance of a death bed at least I refuse to let
go
Why are you waiting for heaven to find you
But why
Why are you waiting for heaven to find you
Why do you die
I said get busy living or get busy writing
All the passion's in the first draft anyway
11.Donner Pass
12.Angry February
13.We Were Alive
14.I Am Russian Winter
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