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Pardons / Paul Reardon
05:11
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Pardons
You're all late,
I've been dead for 3 days straight.
Where the fuck were you?
Now I've come back
just to find you here.
No redemption here
No redemption dear
My revenge is near
No pardon from the judge of the law.
No pardon from the brothers in cloth.
No pardon from the Lord up above.
No pardon from the family he loved.
Paul Reardon
The last bottle tips over
and whiskey comes spilling out
like every drop of hope I left
from this slowly drying heart.
'Cuz when I was young
you told me that I could be a king.
Now I wear a Seagrams 7 Crown
and that don't mean shit.
Copenhagen rings and black eyes.
A ghost smiles, I'm coping.
I ain't scared of anything,
but that's why I'm losing.
Tell me your life story
all about the better years.
Tell me the one about how
you had to give up everything.
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2. |
New Gold
03:45
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New Gold
Rain was the new gold
on airless nights in the dead of summer
When we all had gaps to fill
'cuz outside CT we're all in pieces.
Somewhere out of arms
I'm all edges
There were some who had it easy,
and it's hard for me to ever think that
they never had to watch their friends fall.
All they saw was wine and sunsets.
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3. |
Blame
04:35
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Blame
God didn't make me what I am,
I've had to work.
I've held on to this American heart,
fought through fires
and can't un-burn.
Your eyes like the cold side of my knife
glinting in the gaslight.
As we stand beneath the lightbulb
Pull the cord until we're both comfortable.
We've lost the war
Unblessed and buried through
We've lost the war
The distance has been
calling your name
Ain't it a shame
Yeah, I'm to blame
Fuck it all, I don't know.
Breaking a man
ain't like breaking a stone.
'Cuz this body, this pulse is left
behind to repay the loan.
Outside the grass is wet.
Thunder cracks violently
God drives a diesel engine
and his skies are the black in me.
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4. |
Lately
03:42
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Lately
We leave like our breath
makes ghost smoke out the cold.
And my hell is born out of
the silence in your throat.
Sadly things don't always go
according to plan.
Puking through 2 decades straight
but never got so bad.
And you will save your spit.
And you will stop to hold
all your words
from reaching Hartford, CT
these ears
that distant home.
Am I all out of it?
I need another chance,
'cuz being born a man
means being born a mess.
Now my nightmares are the first
and best part of my day,
'cuz then I gotta wake up
and meet them face to face.
Sadly I was always
too drunk to understand.
Pissing off 4 stories down
and lost grip of your hand.
Lately
there's no hope.
Days don't get much better.
Lately
I stay broke.
Fixin' to forget it.
Lately.
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5. |
Revenge
04:01
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Revenge
Revenge is my only friend
'cuz hating's like breathing to me.
A night so long and still
it takes a bottle of Ny-Quill just to sleep.
And I saw a picture of you
standing outside a car
in front of a 7-11.
And it reminded me
of how I smiled through Hell
with the perfect view of Heaven.
But body still burns red
with veins of gasoline.
And you could fuel a fuckin' engine
with the blood inside of me.
(And I think)
Something's trailing me.
The wind blew like hot breath
from out the devil's dirty lungs.
When I was young and drunk,
pissing at rest stops off Route 1.
'Cuz when you're tired enough
any damn place
is a good enough place to sleep.
And I planned on kicking in the gates of Heaven
make the big man take me in.
I've got a big black bloody heart
It's beating heart
It's showing
I've got a big black bloody heart
It's all full of bad blood
and you know it.
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