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I'm in a Bad Way
04:18
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Is this just a habit you formed? Speckled teeth around yellow nails you bit too short? Hang your head above your pedalboard and scream "slow it down to a heartbeat." Slow it down to a heartbeat. Endure.
I never got the chance to say goodbye or good riddance. I never got the chance to press "Take Nothing For Granted."
And there's an LP spinning but the title's too long, if the needle keeps popping put some weight in your arm. There's a throat that speaks in rhyme but it doesn't sing the songs you like. There's an LP spinning but the title's too long, if the needle keeps popping put some weight in your arm. There's a spouse that asks polite, but it's too much to give her what she likes. "No not tonight."
We threw a party to say farewell to floral town the Eerie Canal and Great Lakes held. Kyle looked me in the eyes and said you lied. He said, "If you're his friend, he's not dead. Save John Boy's life."
And there's an LP spinning but the title's too long, if the needle keeps popping put some weight in your arm. There's a throat that speaks in rhyme but it doesn't sing the songs you like. There's an LP spinning but the title's too long, if the needle keeps popping put some weight in your arm. There's a spouse that asks polite, but it's too much to give her what she likes. "No not tonight."
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Sunset in a Wooden Frame
03:39
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I made a list of kids that I'll never have; a list of places that I've been but will never go back. It filled a page up to the half (a glass half full or a flag half-mast?). Uncomfortable with the ways and the means, thread counts on hundreds of sheets, latex and the third degree, blood, sweat, and the birds and the bees: it's like a yoke around my neck. It's like a yoke around my neck, and somehow I'm left without; directionless.
I remember a face without a name. I remember a sunset in a tacky wooden frame. A sunrise? I guess it could have been, but then I would never take a look at it again the same way I did.
You picked me up and we kissed aluminum. I held the lead that's stuck embedded in your thumb from train tracks and skinned knees. Break lights burn like effigies against a night obscured by windshield spattered rain. Undergarments tangled up in change. Woke up alive, cursed the skies and then toss and turn somewhere below heaven.
It's a yoke around my neck. It's a drag, a hand-rolled cigarette. Doubt is death's receptionist. It's a yoke around my neck, and somehow I'm left without; directionless.
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Broken Field Runner Los Angeles, California
Broken Field Runner is an American indie rock band. Live and studio versions have included members of Drug Church, With Confidence, Young Culture, and NXNES. Sullen and forthright, Broken Field Runner's plaintive story-telling can come in waves of bouncy power pop, on weighted slogs of tortured slowcore, or accompanied by the wince and wallow of an acoustic guitar on the verge of tears. ... more
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