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Two Little Ghosts
05:30
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Sometimes I pretend that outside of my house is my old street.
I can hear the traffic and I can feel the pulse of the canal.
It's raging through the concrete underneath my feet.
I left the grave to greet the city with Katie.
We walked through some of my old haunts and my spots.
Even passed the corner that used to be my old bus stop.
Like Christmas lights in Manayunk, they never go out.
And I can see them from my house.
Tonight I played the songs of my youth
with the milkman who wrote them all.
We sat in your car like two little ghosts
who hardly remember being alive.
We sat in your car like two little ghosts
dragging chains across the night.
I didn't see any cigar-shaped flying ships.
There was nothing in the backyard landing.
But the secret to life is just a feeling.
I came to life in the town I'd die in.
Tonight I walked through a town I grew up in
with a soul I knew then.
We walked along the canal like two little ghosts
in a town I used to haunt.
We walked all the way down like two little ghosts
in a town my heart forgot.
It's been so fucking long since I have been here at all.
The world still bends around this bright city lights like stars.
And I got stuck in another soul rotation.
I dig my skin back in the grave to feel the dirt,
only the cold on this Earth against my heart can lift this curse.
It felt so good to be back home again.
I was in the car when the plums kicked in.
Tonight I went back to the old town.
The morning spent on your porch
with coffee, god, and cigarettes
We talked all night long like two little ghosts.
hanging onto every word we said.
We stayed up all night like two little ghosts
kicking through the dirt of the dead.
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2. |
Fuck Last Year
04:30
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This is gonna be a good year
The New Year for me, it starts right now.
I'm shedding skin. I'm shedding everything.
I don't wanna carry it with me again.
Let's go right now.
to anywhere at all.
Let's go, let's, let's go.
A brand new story starts right here
No chapters repeat, so fuck last year.
I'm shedding skin. I'm shedding everything.
I'm not gonna carry with you with me again.
Let's go right now.
to anywhere at all.
Let's go, let's go, let's go right now.
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3. |
Get Real
03:16
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All this talk about it,
like you saying you're leaving.
You're gonna leave it all behind.
Your heart has turned into dust.
And you're running out of time.
You wanted to be raising a family.
But you fear you never will.
You've been my truest and closest confidante.
So just hold time so fucking still.
I can't hear a word you're saying..
Because I don't listen to you.
I don't hear you when you say
give me your keys, I'm gonna drive.
I don't hear you when you say
that you are leaving me behind.
I don't hear you when you say
that you still think you're gonna die
I don't hear you when you say..
And I've told you five billion times,
if I'm stuck here, then you're stuck here being with me.
Sometimes I take comfort in
knowing that you're as miserable as I am.
This world can spin into oblivion
And I, somehow would still get stuck here.
You have the gravity to hold
my broken, heartless, soul
And if the world's still ending..
I'm still waiting here for you.
And if your heart's still beating
and I can still breathe.
I'll be here for you.
This world can fall to fucking pieces
And I can hold you here with me.
They're useless hopes, I suppose,
but that don't mean you can leave.
I can't hear a word you're fucking saying..
because I don't listen to you.
I don't hear you when you say
that my jokes don't make you smile.
I don't hear you when you say
Jimmi, don't act like a child.
I don't hear you when you say
that you are ready now to leave.
I don't hear you when you say
if you're gonna die, die with me.
If I'm locked here, then you're locked here stuck with me.
We're both stuck here until our hearts stop beating.
I'm not prepared to be here alone.
We're both stuck here until these bitter hearts explode.
I'm not prepared to be here alone.
I won't let you win the argument, ya know..
I can't hear a word you're saying..
because I don't listen to you.
I don't hear you when you say
that you are leaving me behind.
I don't hear you when you say
that you know that you're gonna die.
I don't hear you when you say
anything that separates you from I.
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5. |
The Stars Are Gone
03:55
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I had a million hands around me when I needed them.
I had a million hearts for me when mine wasn't beating.
I held all the pieces that wouldn't fit together again.
I tied it all to these moments, certain it was the end.
Where are the stars?
Where have they gone?
I felt a million pulses bumping through the steets.
I heard a million curses all being placed on me.
I felt a million hearts break when I finally learned to speak.
I held on so fucking tight to things I couldn't keep.
Where are the stars?
Where have they gone?
I never turned my back on you.
You were always looking down at me.
I just got so tired of holding onto the roots in the ground.
You only left me little pieces, garish broken bits.
Now I'm too stubborn to reach out for any of your gifts.
Where are the stars?
Where have they gone?
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It's been a long day and an even longer night.
Tonight feels like its going slow
But I can't slow my head down.
I can hear everything you're saying.
But I still won't turn around.
Everybody has something bad to say about you..
I can still sink that low and sing my soul.
Your perception of me is like a fun-house mirror.
Distorted truth and details inaccurate.
So just keep my name out of it.
I've been on that side of the river
and I watched you fall in and drown.
I can't stop saying you're wrong
So I won't bother at all.
Everybody has something bad to say about you
when they've got a crowd.
Everybody has something bad to say about you
when you're not around.
I can still sink that low and sing my soul.
I don’t have that feeling anymore.
My brain is on the ceiling and I'm on the floor.
I don't need to join in..
I don't want your fucking forgiveness
We don't need to be friends..
I don't want your fucking acceptance.
I don't feel a thing; the end
You treat me like I'm fucking dead.
You can still sink that low so leave me alone.
I can still sink that low and sing my soul.
I don’t have that feeling anymore.
My brain is on the ceiling and I'm on the floor.
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She came in complaining
about the smell of cigarettes
I didn't say a fucking thing
about her kicking off her heels
and making this whole place smell
like her gross fucking feet.
But I don't feel the need to piss and moan
Because I don't care at all.. at all.
So if I feel like fucking smoking
don't feel obligated to care.
You made your point known
But I don't give a fuck
But at least I'm aware.
And I can't wait for you to go away.
She came in to wake me up
and telling me that we've got shit to do.
I didn't say a fucking thing
My only plans are finishing the Phoenix Saga,
cereal and cartoons.
Most of what I know in the world
I learned from The X-Men.
These empty rooms filled up with screams
Tried taking a deeper breath.
She slammed the door and ran down the steps
So now I'm smoking a cigarette.
I don't even know how we fucking got here.
All these moments led to this.
But I don't know what for.
I've got an overactive heart
just aching to be bored.
And I can't wait for you to go away.
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I'm still waiting here
for the walls to collapse
and bury me inside of this house.
I won't make it out
so just leave me here in the rubble
with all the ghosts of my past.
I can't lie down at night without them haunting me.
I live with ghosts of the past I can't forget.
I live with ghosts of another life I've lived.
I can feel the cold of the grave
like its only inches away
These are the greetings from my wake.
I don't need a legacy.
I don't need to be remembered
by the people I fucking hate.
We're all given time to waste
and I'll find a little place
where I can hide away.
Pick my bones all apart
and dump the blood out of my heart.
I leave behind only the things I've said.
I can't lie down at night without them haunting me.
I live with ghosts of the past I can't forget.
I live with ghosts of another life I've lived.
I lost most of my best friends,
but I still talk to them, even though they're dead.
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9. |
Cool Yr Jets, Dude
04:01
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Whoa.. Cool your jets, dude
You don't know me at all.
You don't know me like you think you do.
I don't know who your dealer is
(Or why you'd fucking brag)
But I know you bought some trash.
(So put it in your bag)
I can tell just from the smell of it.
(I know it's straight shit)
No thanks.. I'll fucking pass.
(I'm fucking over it)
well.. Cool your jets, dude.
You don't owe me anything.
You don't owe me anything at all.
In the darkest places
you can find me at my best.
I've won all my races in the homestretch
Then the world keeps taking
when you ain't got nothing left.
And my heart keeps breaking
over words I never said.
I'm tired of picking myself up.
I'm tired of all of this bad luck.
Whoa.. cool your jets, dude
I don't know you at all.
I don't know you like I thought I did.
I don't know who you think you are
(Like a clown behind the paint)
I don't even know myself.
(I just hide behind the pain)
I can feel current beneath the ice.
(It's driving me insane)
And I know it's cold as hell.
(We'll know for sure when it breaks)
And how hard we can fall down.
I don't need you to pick me up.
And how hard we can fall down and get back up.
I'm tired of all of this bad luck.
Whoa, cool your jets, dude.
The glory days are gone.
So cool your jets, dude.
They're gone.
I'm tired of all of this bad luck.
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10. |
Up From Here
03:24
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If I'd stay here forever,
I'd hate every second of it.
All I've got are these moments,
but don't quote me on any of it.
I can see it all for miles down.
The hours of my heart are burning out.
With plans in my hands
I spent too much of my time fucking writing.
With plans in my hands
I spend too much of my time fucking rotting.
If I stayed here forever,
it would only hold me back.
I let go of all the heartache
so don't tell me about it.
I can see it all from my hometown.
Those old city lights still calm me down.
With plans in my hands
I spent too much of my time fucking writing.
With plans in my hands
I spend too much of my time fucking rotting.
I don't hold onto you.
So let me fucking go.
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12. |
Spider-Man: Already Home
04:57
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Don't expect anything at all
Because I'm no good for anything at all.
Don't put your cards in me
Don't put your heart on me
Because I don't believe in anything at all.
You're looking for someone that I can't be.
That doesn't mean that I'm not there at all.
I think you're hoping that this could be
poking deeper into my heart.
But mine don't beat that much at all.
I can't wait another minute
I can't stand I'm fucking in it.
I'm not afraid to leave my house.
I just don't like going out.
I know I can't hold onto that.
I know I'll let you down.
I didn't expect anything at all.
Because I don't believe in anything at all.
There it was, just for me
a birthday gift on my front porch.
Am I about to fall?
I'm too bitter for dates and calls.
I'm too stubborn to go out at all.
I'm too carefree to care at all.
You need someone who,
unlike me, has a heart..
I can't wait another minute
I can't stand I'm fucking in it.
I'm not afraid to leave my house.
I just don't like going out.
I know I can't hold onto that.
I know I'll let you down.
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13. |
Fuck This Year, Too!
05:25
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This year took a lot from me.
This year took it all from me.
And I'm still here.
We're only two months in
and I took a beating.
We're only two months in.
Is my heart still beating?
This year, abandon it all.
This year I lost my heart.
This year I'm on my own.
This year I became a ghost.
This year took it all from me.
It ripped me apart.
I've got nothing to leave behind.
It ripped me apart.
This year took a lot from me.
And I lost my time.
We're only two months in
and I took a beating.
We're only two months in
and my heart stopped beating.
This year, abandon it all.
This year I lost my heart.
This year I'm on my own.
This year I became a ghost.
This year is fucked.
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14. |
Take it Easy
03:20
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15. |
Saint Thomas
05:58
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You were always there to walk with me
on my darkest days.
You were always there to talk to me
when I could hardly speak.
You would pick me up in the morning
because sometimes I couldn't sleep.
I even promised I wasn't hungry,
but you said I still had to eat.
You felt just like a Father to me
And I hope I felt like a son.
These days are getting harder without you here.
Now you are the Saint that I pray to on my darkest days.
You were always there to comfort me
in my times of need.
You were always there to guide me through
the dark and bleak.
You felt just like a Father to me
And I hope I felt like a son.
These days are getting harder without you here, Papa Green.
The last time that I spoke to you,
you called me Daniel.
And I didn't have the heart
I never could have corrected you.
You told me how proud you were of me..
How proud you are of Dan.
I could have never loved you more.
Your family brought me in.
The saint with a compassionate heart
who taught me how to be a Father and a better man.
Now you are the Saint that I pray to on my darkest days.
I felt the sun touch the back of my neck.
It reminds of your hand
and how you held my head when I fell asleep.
I lay my head into the beam,
a white light on me and Raven.
You finally get to meet her.
You knew her all along.
You have always been the light.
You see me and I feel your hand.
Those grateful tears well in the beaming sun.
And now you are the Saint that I pray to on my darkest days.
I see the sun sneak down the steps.
It reminds me of your house and how welcoming it felt to me.
I lay my head into that beam.
A white light on me and Ayden.
He still knows how much you loved him.
You've been there all along.
You have always been the light.
You see me and I feel your hand.
Those grateful tears well in that beaming sun.
Now you are the Saint that I pray to on my darkest days.
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The Mega Yeah Nazareth, Pennsylvania
We used to be four normals. That was until we sent our money to Robert Tilton and he filled us with the Warrior Spirit sent down from the ionosphere. That's when we became the most powerful force in the known universe, The Mega Yeah!
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