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Halloween of '94
03:26
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Call me up when the record's off.
She said "It brings me back to a place in time".
Her terrors wake her sleep at night.
She calls for any name but mine.
It was Halloween of '94.
When we looked outside across the porch.
She'd count to three while I'd count to four,
and there was nothing I could do.
She would always go to you.
Cans are crushed by a broken heart.
The years are lost and nowhere to start.
I'm sitting wasted all alone,
with insatiable desires,
and nothing to admire.
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2. |
Just Because
03:59
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Smoke your candy cigarettes to rid
the taste of juice that's not so sweet.
Pirouette underneath the evergreen
to free yourself from that mess we call being free.
Time ticks away the endless seams of eternity,
although it seems like infinity.
The sun greets us with a shimmer, but its dimmer than we seem to realize.
Where's our compromise?
All I need is some bittersweet company,
tongue tied in a soft-core melancholy.
Closed eyes, bruised from the night before.
Mirror on the wall reflects no more.
Empty bag, timeless tunes.
Dusty clothes, holes within our shoes.
A belt that glimmers back at you will dull, and like the rest,
leaving tears crawling down your chest.
And after all they said was true, nothing old can be new.
Fickle moods have left me dusty behind you.
Tampered love and broken hearts, but we won't have to fall apart.
Crying eyes will paint a perfect work of art.
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The Firing Line
04:06
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Justify the reasoning for coming back here,
and write in front of me all the words you fear.
Bring me to the firing line,
kneel me down, and make me change my mind.
Your face is a mess but you wear a nice dress today.
Black and battered, but it doesn't matter to me.
Your love is a twisted fantasy,
where dusk is dawn and nothing can go wrong.
Your knees fall over insignificance,
when all I want to do is pick you up and dance.
What gifts do you bring? What will I receive?
Fire down shots and sleep while you dream of me.
Can I call you my shooting star?
Even if you've gone so far? Just say who you are.
You shouldn't be so crossed, when we feel so lost.
I'll show you who's boss.
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Mr. McKluske
05:31
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Old man sitting on a front porch swinging,
in his blue suede shoes.
Kicking back with his old guitar,
pickin' the blues.
They call him Mr. McKluske,
his friends call him Dan.
His weathered tools and his packed workshop,
make him a real man.
So call up Mr. McKluske.
Jack of all trades, master of all.
Though his garage may be dusty,
he makes your problems seem so small.
Drive on down the gravel road,
until the peepers start to roar.
Shop fogged up by the sweet clouds of cigarettes,
and the wood dust blowing out the door.
Chopping wood makes his eyes shine bright,
his blistered hands make his smile wide.
No clock on the wall will make him stop,
or make him put down his pride.
So call up Mr. McKluske.
Jack of all trades, master of all.
Though his garage may be dusty,
he makes your problems seem so small.
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5. |
80 Proof
04:32
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You raise your hand for one more glass,
as you're swimming through your memories.
You're swallowed, sinking in your past,
and you're drowning in banality.
Yeah you feel like shit,
but you just can't quit today.
No, not today.
It's time to take your daily dose.
You call doctor beam three times a day.
This time it's for a broken nose,
but you won't admit that you're not ok.
Yes you're sick of it,
but you just won't quit today.
No, not today.
Your face is getting cold,
and this is getting old.
Tripping down to your general store.
The man addresses you by your name.
You grab your needs and you add one more,
with your hands trembling all the same.
Yes you're over it,
it's too late to quit today.
Too late today,
or yesterday.
Too late today.
You're high in five, and out by noon.
Gone for good, but you'll be back soon.
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6. |
Green Lake
03:43
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I'm crossing the line.
Can this be another day dream?
Cotton flies, and I burst at the seams.
Trip all day through the dust and the clay,
we know it's gonna be ok.
When I walk on through my Home on the Range.
We're caught at the eye of the storm.
It's the same song and dance as the people before.
Everybody knows, everybody sees,
but what has this land done to me?
Bury me by the lady of evergreen.
Wind picks up and blows the dry weeds,
they're waltzing all over the streets.
Singing songs of the land beneath our feet.
Here we are, but now where to from here?
With the moon and the stars, and the springs oh so clear.
Can we stay?
Don't fly away.
Just please let me stay.
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POTS
03:23
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You're held down as you wake every morn.
You can't see what's going on.
When will you say that you feel ok when,
you fear your final breath is gone?
Wrapped in anxiety, but all you want is to be free,
from your body to rest your tired mind.
Nobody else can see. We all thought you went crazy,
and I think, how could I leave you far behind?
But you still stand tall.
You make this bitch so small.
Even the gods rest above the grey clouds,
and the souls will shed a tear.
How could it be this way when you give yourself away,
to the ones who are never here?
Although you run away, the mess will always be the same,
so you breathe and just smile.
Your positivity continue to inspire me,
to walk, not run the mile.
But you still stand tall.
You make this bitch so small.
But you still stand tall.
And I'll give you my all.
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8. |
Maple Ave.
03:34
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Kicking dust from this sweet 'ol town,
with nothing left to do.
Take your ticket, you're next in line.
Go on, make your move.
When did you get so blind?
Take another peace of mind.
She takes a walk, and falls in love,
with the sweet smell of the maple trees.
But when we leave, the smell will grow,
and all you do is turn to me.
Can you wake me at the crack of dawn?
To feel you closely one last time.
There's no need to fight anymore my love.
I can never call you mine.
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9. |
Untitled
03:42
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Zip up your coat, it's cold outside.
Take a breath, you'll be just fine.
Don't walk around with shoes on in the kitchen.
I don't think for a second what I'm missing.
But then the sky will fade to grey...
It's time to write another poem,
for my family and friends.
I never ask for anything,
but your smile 'till the end.
I hope it's just a dream, in the end.
Hold my hand behind me in the car.
I'm telling you son, you'll go far.
Seeing you go away will break my heart.
Although it'll be ok, to live apart.
But then the flowers will decay.
It's time to write another poem,
for my family and friends.
I never ask for anything,
but your smile 'till the end.
It's time for you to understand,
that you've done all that you can.
Opening my eyes to see,
has made me a better man.
You've made my everything in the end.
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10. |
Reprise
02:03
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Zach Russack Hackettstown, New Jersey
Zach Russack - musician based out of NW, NJ. Portrayed in his music is the purity of innocence and the harshness of truth.
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