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On the mountain you've made your home
Lost to melody and stone
One hundred twenty months was ne'er enough
For a farewell, my friend.
Rest easy.
Rest easy.
Lists of what could still be done
Lost to a clock we never spun.
Speak to me in these chords I play,
Sit beside me as I sing your face
Rest easy.
Rest easy.
For the world shines brighter for your laugh.
And the sky shines bluer in your photographs.
Rest easy.
Rest easy.
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Have you heard the news today?
There's no room for you left.
Lost the tarnished memories,
Found the goodbye that I need
Because there's so much more than this
Childish way you keep the peace.
This is not my mistake
Though the ache I hold
This is not my mistake
It is yours
It is yours
All the pieces seemed to fit
For a moment in time
Again you sleep next to her
And I've found other souls
But their truth is still cursed
By the taste of lies you left
This is not my mistake
Though the ache I hold
This is not my mistake
It is yours
It is yours
They say misery loves company
But I'm not miserable yet
I'll spend the night alone
To regret and forget
They say misery loves company
But I'm not miserable yet
I'll spend the night alone
To regret and forget
This is not my mistake
Though the ache I hold
This is not my mistake
It is yours
It is yours
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Quiet reflection looking back at me
I almost knew her once
She gazes, looking for a face
Searching for something, for what she's not quite sure
"She looks lost."
"She is, my love."
"But why?"
"If you knew, then she'd know."
Screaming answers to the questions they seek
Tarnishing what knowledge they dare to own
She gazes, looking for something more
The one to reveal what she yearns to know
"She looks lost."
"She is, my love."
"But why?"
"If you knew, then she'd know."
Looking glass of the choir and the flood
Telling you what you see above
As it is within, so without
Time to seek, nothing left to doubt
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I shed tears
I shed tears
Just to drown you
Just to drown you
What is this secret you must tell to me
Urgent enough to fuel you across land and sea
What waits beyond pointed treetops green
Along the waves white and silvery sheen
I shed tears
I shed tears
Just to drown you
Just to drown you
Pavement leads you to strangers once again
So many threads the needle hides the end
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How dare you
How dare you be here
I told you, it was not you I fear
It's the way he watches
It's the way he howls
It's the way he watches when you go
Leave me to the shadows
I don't need your rescue
Follow me, follow me to darkness
I'll show you where we can hide
Away from the lights
Away from the sounds
Away from the excess of the crowds
Six pairs of eyes
Ever watchful
Solace or demise
Ever powerful
Leave now or, leave now or be still
A strange scent will bring them near
This way a brambled path
This way along the shore
This way we'll shun the sharpness of their stares
Leave me to the shadows
I don't need a daydream
Leave me to the shadows
I don't need your rescue
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Seeing you again is like takin' penicillin with wine
Nullifies the effects but the numbness sure is fine
Told myself this was a cycle I would break
Between the wine and the memories there's only so much I can take
So kiss me back to the past, back to the red dress and a lie that would last
Touch me back to the day where a vision was made without a glimpse of your way
Kiss me back to the past
Seems to me you've changed, could just be the city we're in
Even told myself the person before me could be a twin
Find the way through a past of broken paths
Away from the light and the sighs of the last
So kiss me back to the past, back to the window and crows on the sill
Touch me back to the day, before I knew I would ask you to stay
Kiss me back to the past
A combination of masochism and lazy
Means I didn't wait until my heart she forgave me
I swallow the cycle
I choke on the salt
And I wait....
Your skin might make me burn but what puts out the fire
It takes some time to heal from a loss of fleshly power
All those times the hand touched the coals
A second too long and the story unfolds
So kiss me back to the past, back to a red dress and a lie that would last
Touch me, even today despite a glimpse of your way
Kiss me into the past....
Oh, kiss me into the past...
Oh, kiss me into the past...
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Who is that man in the window?
The one with the sleepy grin
It seems he's waiting for me today
His eyes beckon me in
Where have I been hiding he asks
His voice growls like late morning
If hiding and seeking were one 'n' the same
I'd have an answer for him
But there's one grey sky hanging over the city
And four days left to find the door
But at three o'clock in the morning
There's just two in the windowsill
"A penny for your thoughts," he tries to bargain
And I feel I would tell him all
To a soundtrack of strangers and drunken brawls
A stillness is welcome here
"Do you smell that in the air?" he wonders
There's something sharp in the storm
It's the smell of passion and time burning
And yet the cat's asleep on the floor
But there's one grey sky hanging over the city
And four days left to find the door
But at three o'clock in the morning
There's just two in the windowsill
Come and tarry not
There's so much to say
I'll hurry not
Tonight I want to stay
But there's one grey sky hanging over the city
And four days left to find the door
But at three o'clock in the morning
There's just two in the windowsill
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Another skeleton
The house feels empty
Like when you were here, some time before.
To have this space
It takes two to walk away
For one grows tired of standing in the cold
Who do you think will wait for you
When the words you say amount to dust
Don't you know there's no honour among thieves
A slur of speech is never enough
Bones shine through the skin
No appetite to listen
Sure the standards are high
But what do you value?
When do ya find
That point where enough is enough?
It's not bold in the sand
Or a secret, my dear.
Who do you think will wait for you
When the words you say amount to dust
Don't you know there's no honour among thieves
A slur of speech is never enough
Years amount to
Words turned to dust
Time amounts to
Words turned to dust
Made stone by
Words turned to dust
Who do you think will wait for you
When the words you say amount to dust
Don't you know there's no honour among thieves
A slur of speech is never enough
A slur of speech is never enough
A slur of speech is never enough
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How nice to be someone's weakness
She's waiting home for you
You are here across the country.
Lips closed,
Heart open,
I see you, but cannot touch you.
Learn to forget me, my friend.
Her name shall not cross your two lips.
But she's hidden in your sweat
And here she cannot feel you.
Storm breaks
Shots fired
The details are in the tremors.
Learn to forget me, my friend.
Learn to forget me, I know it's not easy but necessary.
A year ago, the letter I read from a lost, lonely boy and the heart that was turned away.
Learn to forget me, my friend.
Fresh stains on a new black t-shirt
The hue will hide the damp of the fabric.
Farewell
Felt the sting
Of two lips and a murder...
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Words uttered week ago were heard as truth
What you call a wound has soaked and stained the sheets
How does the truth change from day to day
The sky in Seattle is the same shade of grey
Oh, but I didn't mind saying goodbye
Not sure I can let you go
The mind it lies and ages with time
But the heart holds on to sorrow
The heart holds on to sorrow
Hearts aren't that fickle but the mind of man is
Offer up truth to quiet doubts held in hands
Betrayal has a gasp and a sting
But denial is what moans endlessly
Oh, but I didn't mind saying goodbye
Not sure I can let you go
The mind it lies and ages with time
But the heart holds on to sorrow
The heart holds on, left to find another one
The heart holds on and pleads that you were wrong
The heart holds on
The heart holds on to sorrow
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A gentleman offers his coat when the chill cuts through the silk
A gentleman offers his hand when the night proves frightful
His shirts are pressed
His soul is quiet
But a distant land does call him home
A gentleman waits until the seagull is in the photoframe
A gentleman fills your red wine before you can see through the glass
His flight is on time
His taxi waits outside
For a distant land does call him home
For a few hours
take my arm
For a few nights
lull me to sleep
For, in a few days, home will call
For, in a few days, home will call
A lady cleans her nylons the ones that match her gown
A lady sits with the feline as the calendar counts down
Her pearls are on
Her mind is quiet
But her life is in another place
A lady paints her lips in a pink of roses past
A lady writes a note in a book aboard a plane an hour away
Her seams are straight
Her heart is beating
For her life is in another place
For a few hours
take my arm
For a few nights
lull me to sleep
For, in a few days, home will call
For, in a few days, home will call
This lady she has always catered to restless feet
Will the return flight ever have an empty seat
Will you kiss her gently knowing the sun will see two?
Will you
For a few hours
take my arm
For a few nights
lull me to sleep
For, in a few days, home will call
For, in a few days, home will call
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turn what you fear into ashes
watch as it swirls with the dust
a grit that feels of failure
a slime that tastes of blood and rust
burn with me
burn with me
stand against what makes the day seem clouded
fight against whatever makes you weep
A scream for the veins and the sinews
A shriek for the everyday demands
Cry with me
Cry with me
watch as the cities change their colors
lit with the embers and the flames
feel the heat of rage and sadness
feel the heat of hardened hearts
hope with me
hope with me
cry with me
burn with me
i said...
hope with me
cry with me
burn with me
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I knew a man, one arm all black with ink
A gun always under his bed
And a feline by his side.
His grin was ever charming
But his words ever grey
One night he was there
It was just a day too late.
Don't say I didn't warn ya
I'm not too blame
I've learned a time or two
After they've whispered my name
I knew a man, who lived by the sea side
He believed in sex for money
And not wounding his pride.
He'll tell you that he loves you
Next day he'll ride away
Not worrying for tomorrow,
For his sins are today.
Don't say I didn't warn ya
I'm not too blame
I've learned a time or two
After they've whispered my name
I knew a man with a tiger down his back
He never chose a path from the fire
Still sifting through the ash
His skin could spark fires
And his hands did calm souls
But he lied about his age
and the past, he forgave
Don't say I didn't warn ya
I'm not too blame
I've learned a time or two
After they've whispered my name
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closed all the airports missed the taxi this time
a bar of soap and a suitcase pressed firmly in my hand
no ticket no guarantee sold on the phone lines just yet
dust off my boots, babe, i'm going into the night
Tra la la la - shut 'em down, boys
Tra la la la - don't let 'em leave
We should have riot on our hands
Poured a cup of coffee checked the news again with the sun
Found all the panic that I'd hoped left in dreams
Where is the kindness we were promised in the past?
dust off my boots, babe, it's time to find the light
Tra la la la - don't shake my hand, sir
Tra la la la - don't let 'em leave
We should have a riot on our hands
We should have a riot on our hands
Turned around six airplane no entry this time
Can't seem to find my bearings or a good night's sleep
Keep your distance or the fever will keep you awake
Dust of your boots, babe, we're going into the night
Tra la la la - shut 'em down, boys
Tra la la la - don't let 'em leave
We should have riot on our hands
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It's four a.m.
and there's no sleep.
Just the shadow of the bed frame on the wall.
Just yesterday,
one year ago,
words of forever fled from chapped lips with a smile.
I need to get laid
to rest
I need to get laid
to rest
Without the time
it takes to try,
the body"s empty of the sighs for air.
The eyes are closed.
There's still the taste:
a sour sip from a lonely cup of tea.
I need to get laid
to rest
I need to get laid
to rest
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And I sit here in furs
I compose letters I'll never send
The words sit on my lips
Lining the shelves of my heart again
And oh where have you been
What are you doin'?
And oh where have you been
What are doin' to me?
The thing, the thing of it is
I know this is the last goodbye
As much as I try to fight
The inevitable burial
Of our love as it is
And oh where has gone
Of our love as it is
Where have you gone, my love?
The flecks of green in your eyes
They remain in the grass you see
You've become just a piece
Of my everyday scenery
And oh what have you done?
And oh where have you gone, what have you done
To me
What have you done
To me
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Your name tries to move my lips
Crosses over teeth and tongue
I long to taste its sound
But hush now, you must sleep.
Sensed you through the windowpane
Clock struck midnight ''twas already done
The river he called to me
And made your heart beat.
Missed moments not a minute too late
I guess I will catch you next time
This moment we'll face yet again
I promise I will catch you next time
Sandy strands tickle memory
As they shine against today's routine.
Where do you sleep tonight?
But, hush now, find me in dreams.
A hand held: calmed around.
Lead me and I will follow.
Feel me over land and sea
And make my heart beat.
Missed moments not a minute too late
I guess I will catch you next time
This moment we'll face yet again
I promise I will catch you this time
Empty hotels
Crowded stereos
Remind me of you
The space is full
One thread remains
One thread is sure, one thread is sure.
Missed moments not a minute too late
I guess I will catch you next time
This moment we'll face yet again
I promise I will catch you this time
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Momma, take your worried glance away from me
I'm no stranger to the fault
I heard voices in my sleep
I knew that it was breaking but still I held to hope
So do I say, so do I say
I told you once your ignorance was pure
Oh but darlin', I can explain no more
The clouds have started to settle on your brow
I won't defer to disregard
I have found sweeter words
An exit makes a wound, but still the blood it flows
So do they say, so do we say
I told you once your ignorance was pure
Oh but darlin', I can explain no more
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Dear Momma, I can't find the right words to play my heartbreak
Every note is damned out of tune
Every string seems rusted
Coated with the damp of the past and the tears of the past hour
Every chord hits a bit sharp
Every measure seems abandoned
Dear Momma, stop me if you've heard this one before
He said that I was made for him: a future made from raven curls
How many times, can you recall
He said the next years were shared
The next few years were (h)ours
Words on paper
Thoughts from mind
Pages empty of memories
For future harmonies
Erase these thoughtless lines
Dear Momma, please just tuck me in and lock the door
Every memory seems ghostly
Every shadow has a smile
Spectres of a life he dared to serve to me
The knife once beside the plate
Now drips upon the floor
Words on paper
Thoughts from mind
Pages empty of memories
For future harmonies
Erase these thoughtless lines
So I can sleep
So I can sleep
So I can sleep
So I can sleep
Dear Momma, please don't draw the curtains closed to tight
I long to watch the stars appearing in the frozen night
Take some comfort in the setting of the sun
The silence of the darkness
The promise of mystery
Words on paper
Thoughts from mind
Pages empty of memories
For future harmonies
Erase these thoughtless lines
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Spare me the details
My eyes are much too tired from the fights
Words harmlike shining daggers
My eyes are blinded by the light
Moving on, as though nothing happened
Tongue and tears between my teeth
And, in spite, the heart beat on.
And, in spite, the heart beat on.
Secrets in silent sentences
For truth, much to afraid to ask
Hidden in sighs, unspoken conversations
My hand in yours for tonight
Moving on, as though nothing happened
Tongue and tears between my teeth
And, in spite, the heart beat on.
And, in spite, the heart beat on.
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i thought my tongue was over you
i thought small talk was something i could do
but here you are, here you are
my bones shook later on that night
my mind combed over things to say
but there you weren't, there you weren't
you lie between the lines of my heart
a tshirt left behind but, dear
a tshirt is all left to tie us here
for there you are, for there you are
place an envelope in the mail
place a thread in this heart to mend
for here we are, for here we are
you lie between the lines of my heart
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sorry is not a word i like
sorry just whets the appetite
for another thing you know you oughn't do
for another thing you know you should not do
away your mind has gone to roam
away the feline sleeps alone
it's another thing they never wished to do
it's another thing they never wished to do
bled dry of daily miseries
bled dry of what you were to me
cause the one side's cold and it is empty
and the other is damp from the sweat of the dark
of the dark
sorry is not a word i like...
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i'm having trouble with the world today
paired my coffee with the news
what a mistake to make
on a sunday afternoon
the shells are on the floor today
tissues on the floor today
what a mess was made
on a sunday afternoon
cause i heard them say
there would come a day
when the leaves did fall
and the sky she wept
i awoke to screams again today
a baby and an argument
what a soundtrack
on a sunday afternoon
tents line the sidewalks now
church clothes pass cardboard walls
what a sight to see
on a sunday afternoon
cause i heard them say
there would come a day
when the earth she cried
and the people wept
cause i heard them say
there would come a day
when the earth she cried
and the sky she wept
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Tell me, Prince Charming
how many roses did you murder to woo your beloved today?
Did you hear her when she said
She's allergic to the petals you left beside her bed?
Reminders that beauty does fade
And that we all must be laid to rest
Will you remember next time?
Do tell, King Arthur
How many knights have you gathered to show your might this time?
Suits of shining armor paired against monsters of scales and skin.
A sign that land cannot be owned
without swords and shields to stand
Will you win again this time?
Oh, happily ever after
is just a myth
They're happy even after
Dreaming of this
So, say once more, Eric
Who is the fairest maiden in all of the land?
Will you win for her a bird and deny to her a gown bought by gold?
A sign that her beauty needs no accents
That she shines despite her rags
Will they ever call her queen?
Tell me, Prince Charming,
How many roses did you murder to woo your beloved today?
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suitor in a black cape
03:45
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I am made up of caffeine and nicotine
and the way that you touch me
one more moonlight and your mine
I can wait
I can wait
Smell of smoke on your skin
Glint of sunlight in your eyes
One more hour and you'll go
I can wait
I can wait
Because it's your kiss that I fear
And your kiss that I taste
I want your teeth to gnaw at my soul
I want to be your thorn
No holy cross can harm you
Much too young for the old
Many decades walking this earth
but how old is your soul
In the darkness you take me
In the glow I hear not a word
So I yearn for your curse
I will stay
I will stay
Because it's your kiss that I fear
And your kiss that I taste
I want your teeth to gnaw at my soul
I want to be your thorn
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your eyes betray
a thought of a few hours with so much to say
and if i must sin
please let it be your sweat i'm baptized in
your sigh seems to say
the light is growing dim and there's yet a long way
but darling do not fear
the stars are on the ceiling
so this night must not end
for tonight
before i wake
I have forgotten where i am - where i am
never do know
what you remember and what i should forget
one thing is clear
this is now and the scent of gasoline is near
sigh once again
taste the salt upon your lip inhale
lie to me
this is home and i am safely drowning in your sea...
for tonight
before i wake
I have forgotten where i am - where i am
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when I awoke this morning
the wind through the trees
mosquito had plans for my wakeup call
like you had other plans for me
beside the cattails of lake antilon
the deer ran by this morning
sunlight in her eye
her hide sleek with sweat and salt
her stride empty of fear
there's dust by your bedside
that the lake promises to clean
the lake's lady will keep your secret
as your hand closes on the night
beside the cattails of lake antilon
polecat sniffs nice to meet ya
at the deer's reply
they share the brush together
refuge under a comet-clad sky
silver streaks the midnight black
her wide eyed glance is met
a yawn across the distance
the night's not over yet
beside the cat tails of lake antilon
the cat tails of lake antilon
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dont touch me today
I've had enough of your faith
white collars and fistfuls of lies
snake smile behind your eyes
dont touch me today
dont pretend to know my name
rip its sound from your mouth
black eyes and a heart the same hue
ruthless does not become you
dont pretend to know my name
keep your hands to yourself
like you keep your secrets
keep your voices down
or we might hear you
dont look me in the eye
you've taken enough for today
blue blood fed by grain alcohol
the faster it flows, the further you fall
dont look me in the eye
dont expect me to smile
tired of running your crooked mile
lined with headstones and labored breath
feeding on the crumbs that are left
dont expect me to smile
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lauren.napier Tacoma, Washington
Inspired by all forms of energy and art, lauren.napier (PunkRockDoll) takes comfort in the written word and in creative performance. With this latest musical incarnation, she hopes that you feel as though you are sitting next to her, surrounded by candles and the pull of the moon. Most sounds were written on her guitar, Görli, with productive tears, new addresses, and a few sips of whiskey. ... more
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