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Dream Reels
02:16
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The bottles and the pills scattered all amongst your college friends
You're calling it a quarter life crisis, you're in deep whatever it is
Coming up on 35, she got tired of the bruises so she left him
Moved out on the street
three months pregnant,
but she finally had left him
Promised herself that she'd seek out help for her addiction
Fast forward to the future, she's been sober for none of it
Her son now 24 goes to college on a full scholarship
She got a call from his doctor sayin' "mam, you gotta get down here quick"
Please sit down. "We noticed the track mark on his arm"...no, no, no, no, no
"He had overdosed on heroin, we tried everything we could but, his heart..."
Please, fade, fade, fade out of dark and
She awoke to a friend, "get up! Class is gonna start"
Start? Start! Oh my god.
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Better Things
02:54
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This town is long gone
The buildings and all the people
Last turn i'm off the road
I park by the silo
An aged man opens the door, walks off the porch,
Comes up to my window
And he said
I was born and raised in this town
Look around you
There's no pollution of lights
I can see every mark on the moon
So I ain't selling this land to business man
What kind of fool are you?
Get back to your shiny fucking life I've got,
Better things to do
I know this must be him
His eyes are glassed and he's stained with Gin
I noticed that he's been living alone
And this farm ain't no income
Before i could say what I came here to say
He started screaming and he meant everything
And he said
I dont need no certified range
I use the woods behind you
So if your gonna take all of my guns away
I hope you know how to shoot
Damn kid you're half of my age
What kind of man are you?
I said I don't know
but i'm your son,
you left cause you had better things to do
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3. |
The Longing
03:30
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That old vessel calls
He pays no attention, it's been too long
He can hardly feel the wind
When it rolls off the coast
Took the very best of him,
When her casket closed
That harbor was a place they use to call home
He doesn't dare to visit
He's never done that alone
I'm certain that there's nothing left for me here
I'm willing to bet
If I sail out of here right now
Then i'll meet you when the sun sets
He goes for it
With his bible and a full bottle of rum
Well what is there to lose?
I'm on the wrong side of 91
I'm trying with everything that i've got
But i'm running out of memories of you
I'm certain that there's nothing left for me here
I'm willing to bet
If I sail out of here right now
Then i'll meet you when the sun sets
He does all he can to go to weather
He finally can feel the breeze
He's getting close to heaven and her
He's longing for that piece
What the hell?
Who are you?
and what have you done to me?
I was just sailing along
The sun had started setting
I know this is hard to hear but you're a patient, Nick,
You've been for years
Relax and take your medication
We're all right here,
I'm right here
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