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is the weight of the world wreaking its havoc is the state of affairs so scary it hurts is that venomous voice in your head automatic just letting you have it making you feel like dirt baby you're the damn grand canyon baby you're a big great lake you got that majesty, that beauty you can see from outer space all those tall sequoias they didn't grow in just one day you know a landmark kind of life takes time and time is on the way time is on the way carving marvels out of clay yeah time is on the way is the hardest part of your day in the morning turn on your phone, feel alone, and lament does the pressure you feel steal your breath without warning feel that furrowed brow forming making you feel irrelevant baby you're the damn grand canyon baby you're a big great lake you got that majesty, that beauty you can see from outer space all those tall sequoias they didn't grow in just one day you know a landmark kind of life takes time and time is on the way time is on the way carving marvels out of clay yeah time is on the way time is on the way coming round to save the day so slow down, let it pave the way yeah time is on the way
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she is dried out like the desert she is famished, all but vanished by design and her hide out is her cactus heart her own hand grenade, a barricade of spines the sands of time repeating she’s seen suffering before her future takes a beating for some man, some god, some war she is minding her own business steadfastly building castles of sand she is blinded by a raging son who demolishes and calls it all his land those poor holy rolling soldiers’ plights they can’t live without their virgins and whores to lift their strengths and spirits to fight for some man, some god, some war we are sucking out the venom of poisonous scorpions and snakes we are bucking this ecosystem til our mother’s deserts are our daughter’s lakes oh, wondrous, thunderous women together too loud to ignore no more curtsies at the mercy of some man, some God, some war i don’t want to pay a publicist to like me i don’t want to ask a journalist to write nice things about me i don’t want to beg my friends to come to my next show i don’t want to paste my stupid face on stupid clothes i just want to write a song that saves the world or pays my rent when chasing your dreams turns to chasing your tail you start asking yourself where the hell all the time went i don’t want to shake a hand and fake my admiration i don’t want to stoke or fan the flames of my frustration i don’t want to envy when my friends enjoy successes or provide for free bits of me just to see who it impresses i don’t want to be negative i’ll quit my bellyaching i don’t want to second guess my purpose or decision making i don’t want the past or future to chase me up a tree if i stay here in this moment, maybe my dreams might chase me i get to the point i'm sharp to the touch sometimes i'm out for blood it doesn't take much you're shockingly strong not as soft as you seem sometimes you are afraid but babe you can get through anything we are tied together sister we were born and bred and this time we will keep what we reap when we sow they don't know about this needle and thread i struggled alone got lost in the stack returned to my home i learned to attack you suffered enough all tangled and spun we will not be caught stark naked when the winter comes face to the furnace, tears up in flames i was the fodder, were you not entertained? you heard it cracking, did you laugh at that sound? fire is fuel when you're the hound i've taken orders and i've contravened i've saved the day, and i’ve fled the scene i could care less about castles and crowns power is pointless when you're the hound just allow me to touch upon the fact my knee was never bent i used to have a nose for blood but now it's gone i must have lost that scent it's a wonder i've seen love at all it must have been by accident i've taken prisoners and i've been behind bars i figure salvation is not without scars face to the furnace, nose to the ground fire is freedom when you're the hound don't overthink it, don't overdo it sometimes it's good enough to get up and get through it you don't have to kick every single wall down sometimes it's good enough to get up and walk around what's all this talk of getting on the saddle? what's all this talk of climbing back on the horse? what if the saddle's not compatible? what if the horse threw you off your course? what if the thing that you need currently is to stop indulging worry so repeatedly? question marks circle like sharks in your anxiety but their fins are only figments of the swim you see what's all this talk of persevering, all this outrageous talk of getting ahead? if persevering's too severe today, it was courageous just to get out of bed what if the thing that you need currently is to stop indulging worry so repeatedly question marks circle like sharks in your anxiety but their fins are only figments of the swim you see right this way ma'am to the finish line i was never in your lane, you were never in mine do what you gotta do, girl go get that win did you do it the right way? honey let's not pretend sometimes you must choose to lose with a shrug and a grin come with me friend to the starting line you know i got your back, i hope you still got mine do what we gotta do to begin again i won't fight for a prize but I'll fight for a friend
back away from a snake
play dead for a bear howl at a wolf climb a tree for a deer i know all the protocol when something wild’s coming at you got no clue what to do when i’m the attacker do i run do I hide? do i dig a big hole and climb down or stand my ground and lock eyes? do I demand apologies or do I apologize? when it comes to my beast i’m just doing my best to survive eat for a cold starve for a flu ice for a sprain take an aspirin or two i know these remedies for the sick and bed-ridden got no clue what to do when i’m the affliction
here comes the bride all dressed in white
and the biggest grin anyone's ever seen her wearing, it's a million miles wide a couple empty chairs cause you're not there but she's brave enough to pass them up because she knows love's waiting for her on the other side you won't see her smile on her wedding day walk her down the aisle, give her away you won't know her joy, hear her vow i am not a boy that changes things somehow here comes the bride, still quite surprised that the woman waiting for me just so happens to adore me and she wants to be my wife those empty chairs, they're hard to bear but there's love in the air and I'm still going to swear to love her for the rest of her life love is louder than any silencing i am not a boy, and that don't change a thing
she is a mother who gave me a father
her name is norma jean bill was a deacon after he quit drinking he married her when she was sixteen he moved her out west when the greatest depression chased them, they escaped by the skin of their teeth i watched him adore her, do everything for her he carried her purse, and he watched her sleep 64 times they circled sun til he shot off the earth like a rubber band gun her soul folded up like a thin paper plane waiting for takeoff to see him again the man of her dreams, the man in her dreams i’m a granddaughter who lost my grandfather my name is lindsay ann meaningless moments turn into memories he picked me up from school in a mercury sedan what I’ll most miss is the forehead kisses cause I grew up taller than my family tree he left me a lesson that kindness is best you can survive a hard life with no enemies 32 times we circled the sun til he shot off the earth like a rubber band gun i got no right to complain, no reason to cry he told me to relax, let the world go by the man of my dreams (repeat) the man in my dreams |
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