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Last Responders
02:36
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I went to the river, heard it's been flooding
Got there and found an underwater town
Swam in the water, searched for survivors,
But all I could find were black bodies drowned
I held my sign, I marched the flood line
From the morning until it was dinner time
The steak was fine, went well with the wine
It was a beautiful place to drink and to dine
Is it a crime to be this fucking blind?
Is it a lie to think I know what's right?
What's right?
So gather the people, we've done the research
Got a moderate proposal that our leaders will agree with
I know you might die, but we can't spare a dime
We've got a senator that needs to be subsidized
So fight for your meals, I'll pray that it's peaceful
And I'll pray for your freedom from under the steeple
I couldn't see you, I had no idea
Yeah but now that I'm aware I'll sign petitions for your people
It's a crime to be this fucking blind
Oh it's a lie to think I do what's right
What's right?
Oh it should be a crime to be this fucking blind
It's a damn lie to think I am what's right
Should I make a sign?
Is there something on your mind?
Don't be so shy
Have you tried to exercise?
Goodbye, don't cry, oh I wish I had more time.
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2. |
Warning Signs
04:15
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I've never been dramatic
I've never gotten in a fight
I didn't throw a fit when they moved my flight
And now I'm skipping all these dinners
Since I moved away from home
I save my money I can see my bones
I'm ignoring all these headaches
I vandalize the warning signs
A couple cups of coffee and the pain subsides
I should do a load of laundry
Get the grease out of my hair
Do I think I am immune or do I just not care?
Well as soon as I settle in, I'll call my mom
As soon I write this record I'll get a job
I'll buy some nicer clothes and talk on telephones
There's creatures in the attic
Some fucker stole my card
It rained all night and the car won't start
So let's throw another party
Throw more money at our fears
Dad gave me a 20 so I'll get the beers
And then we'll wake up when it's light out
And collect the empty cans
I played 3 songs I got 2 new fans
My brother went to England
Play some ball and study war
And I'll meet his friends when I go on tour
Because as soon as I fix this car, I'll hit the road
As soon as I write this record, I'll play more shows
Standing on my toes at the microphone
As soon as I fix this car, I'll hit the road
As soon as I write this record, I'll play more shows
Standing on my toes at the microphone
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3. |
Guilty as Anyone
03:15
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I've been thinking hard about the way
Life is in a Texas cage
Do they celebrate their sons' birthdays?
Does everybody get a slice of cake, or am I mistaken?
And are they handing out handsome pamphlets of a Mr. Reagan?
And I've been wondering what it's like to see
This country as my property
And my inheritance as God's decree
As if I've earned what I'm bound to be, oh I'd be mistaken
As I accredit my success to all these money moves I'm making
But I'm guilty as anyone
These poems cannot undo what I've done
I'm a felon on the run
I was born with a loaded gun
I've been wondering what I ought to do
When nobody believes the news
And everybody listens to whatever they choose
Well maybe everybody's being used and we are all mistaken
And we're all paying for these private planes and affair vacations
But I'm guilty as anyone
These poems cannot undo what I've done
I'm a felon on the run
I was born with a loaded gun
I'm guilty as anyone
These poems cannot undo everything I've done
I'm a felon and I, and I'm on the run
I was born as a loaded gun
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4. |
Alarmed
05:43
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I slept through my alarms today
There was nothing to be late for
I broke my guitar today
There was nothing to sing about anyway
It's all been said
And everyone's sick of hearing it
And everyone else is deaf
Forgive my decline in hope over time
But I hope over time sight's restored to the blind
I hope a baby kills your pride
Let's sleep through the alarms today
Won't be our kid that gets killed
Let's break a damn law today
Won't be our blood that gets spilled
A slap on the wrist
Is all that you'll get
And you'll still throw a fit
Forgive my depiction
Of this gruesome nonfiction
But I'll depict a prediction, a fight for love, hate's extinction
You gotta fight with conviction
In our heads, in our beds, late for mass, mama said
In the streets, marching beats, bucket drums, kick your feet
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5. |
Look the Other Way
03:46
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On the side of the road there's a man who lost his home
When Christmas starts to get cold, he'll spend a day to find a coat
I'll spend a spare $20 pouring liquor down my throat
Hey, hey
Merry Christmas, Happy Day
But the next time I get paid when I end up there in his lane
I'll look the other way
There's a woman in the bar pouring out her heart
Stories about her scars and there all tearing us apart
And in the rain and the dark she's gonna get drunk and drive her car
Hey, hey
Merry Christmas, Happy Day
When she gets up to walk away, I know there's something I should say
But I just look the other way
Have you heard the news? Tommy tied himself a noose
And I was right there in his room, two months from turning 22
Now Tommy's turning in his tomb, his mother's howling at the moon
Hey, hey
Merry Christmas, Happy Day
And when we stand around his grave, I know there's nothing I can say
So I just look the other way
No there's nothing I can say, so I just look the other way
Hey, hey
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6. |
Pennies
04:34
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My sadness is an obligation
Your ignorance a selfish bliss
Now NPR's my favorite station
What's fucked today, what did I miss?
Complacency is historically
Not quite a noble place to stand
Call me hateful, call me crazy
Your feet are buried in the sand
I took a bus downtown three times last week
But I go to school and so the bus far is free for me
As if I couldn't afford the dollar seventy cent fee
And now I'm watching this guy
He's trying to pay with pennies
I wish these weren't familiar faces
I wish I didn't know your names
I wish this cardboard got recycled
I wish my brain had empty space
Have you thought about reincarnation?
Does in bring you peace or bring you strife
You die, you're born in a new nation
What would you change about your current life?
At nighttime I ask myself
How did you waste away
At nighttime I ask myself
How could you waste away today?
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7. |
Sons & Guns
05:15
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Your sister's husband owns three guns
And I know we trust him, but I don't like guns
I don't think I'll ever touch one
Your sister's husband wants three suns
And I know we'd love them, but why three sons?
He wants an army of boys to run
But he'll find his way,
He's got an army of boys to raise
He's got an army of boys to haze
He'll find his way,
He's got his sons and his guns to weigh
He's got his sons and his guns to play
I'm 21 and I need new lungs
'Cuz I'm breathing smoke off Stan's new gun
And I act like I'm having fun
I'm 21 and I need new blood
'Cuz my DNA's been trained corrupt
But at least I'm aware I'm fucked
I'll find my way
We got a new generation to raise
We got a new generation to haze
I'll find my way
We got our sons and our guns to weigh
We got our sons and our guns to play
I am no messenger
We all are passengers
And we choose the lighter weight
Just close your eyes, it's a better taste
We'll find our way
We got a new generation to raise
We got a new generation to haze
We'll find our way
We got our sons and our guns to weigh
We got our sons and our guns to play
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8. |
Common Crime
02:55
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Romanticized gender roles
Reinforced by these picture shows
Fuck our kids and we can't control
And they don't even know
Then they're programmed like you and me
Packed in one possibility
"This is what you are meant to be"
Oh it's all their minds can see now
Then the gays become novelty
The bisexuals caught between
Or maybe they're just too horny
Or want to challenge society
Maybe you ought to read a book
Something besides the Pentateuch
Eat some shit that you'd never cook
Oh it's worth it to take a look
I'm not sure which toys I would have preferred
In an untainted world
And I don't know how much we control
But I, I wasn't born for this role
So let us try to recognize our crimes
A man on Nashville radio
Claims we've gotten out of control
PC culture and gun-free zones
Call of Duty and Game of Thrones
Well I'm sorry sir, you don't see
That's all quite contradictory
Game of Thrones is so non PC
In Call of Duty the guns are free
It's my hope that no one claims to know
Who is high and who is low
And I wouldn't mind if we would all be kind
But it's not enough just outside
No, we must try to recognize our crimes
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9. |
Pirate
07:30
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Do I look like a pirate
When I wear those new boots I just bought?
Do I look like I'm trying
To plunder your gold and take off?
It was not my intention
though I know I've been expensive to the cause
Could you give an extension?
I’ll compose it, if it’s shit, I’ll get lost
But my heart will write it on the inside of your fingernails
You scratch me I like it
You scrape off my old rusty shell
Can you tell
Do I look like an artist with concentration,
Each stroke so much thought
Well I’m plagued by my patience
Paint a canvas, then erase it, take a shot
Until I’m no longer aching and my mind is a vacant littered lot
I tune in to the station that broadcasts from my brain, its our song
And my heart will write it on the inside of your fingernails
You scratch me I like it
You scrape off my old rusty shell
Can you tell
Does it seem like I’m needy
You crashed on my shore, you sunk deep
Well I’m sorry, that's on me
I was hoping to have some company
And if I feel a little scary
Take my boat, you float off, leave me be
Thats right leave me, take it easy
I’ll compose, build my home of poetry
And my heart will write it all
Until it's under your pink fingernails
You scratch me I love it
You scrape off my old rusty shell
Can you tell
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Declan Kennedy Nashville, Tennessee
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