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Rib Cage Thorn
03:48
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my battle ax is lacking steel
but i'll fight this forest to a field
through every tie and tendon torn
this recounting works a ribcage thorn
left with the wreckage at my feet
these compulsions cancel when complete
and winter winds are on the rise
so stack and compartmentalize
He found the lord you found the war
and all the hell they had in store
a hell you carried to the grave
a hell from which couldn't be saved
but for then hail hail and crown the king
it's a bluegrass sound for jester twins
a lost and oft forgotten song
the daydream king still sings along
my skeptic heart is lacking faith
but I'll bow to warship anyway
and through the creases I could find
convincing cases on both sides
my my my suzy q
my redemption my delusion all in all
we all choose our proverbs cane
drink in the heaven or drink the flame
the lynch pin laughs
a smile and shrug
a yiddish phrase
a turn of praise
then sings along
those were the days
oh yes, those were the days
hey hey where did you go?
the ice chests filled
the schwarzekatz cold
and i've picked each pine cone from the lawn
hail hail the gangs all gone
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we are older now, old as sin
as the sins we've committed crept on in
conquered veins
cracked bitter bones
stained our skin
and oh, how the tempers took their toll
we led with the left to tear down them all
those were desperate times
we were desperate to survive
while the meek may claim inheritance the weak will know the evil in these lines
but in our heyday hey we were wild
we were wunderkind
we were filled to the brim
with pith and vinegar and pain
a pain pure and driven
as pure as sin
now the old grey mare might not make it
the laughing stock is stocking up to raze them down
with a step up
swing
miss
fall
each final breath becomes a venomous swan song
but in the gravel lies the taste of sweet defeat
the crimson smiles a height he'd only hoped to reach
a life of alienated friends
candles torched up at both ends
tossed to the pyre
a short lived sight
that blots the sky
and scorched the soil as black as sin
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write this pain while i'm sober
cause the drinking would let it subside
still a whiskey'd slightly kill me enough to survive
seems my bitterness feeds on loneliness
and the sickness is all in my mind
but the bitterness and the pain are still warring insides
I can imagine how it feels on your side
maybe wondering, maybe tired of trying
now the greatest fear is conversation
and that you could see clearly
through my eyes
so imbalanced I have become
that i cannot disguise all the sickness
that is seeping through the lies
I can't imagine how you'd deal with deceit
this condition kept in concealment with crude means
should have known there's no sweet without soured stomach
and last week was the sweetest of the summits
and the door it revolves through the days and the dark times
find comfort it's not painful all of the time
i can imagine how it feels in the sun
this cycle will start over when it comes
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Pity Please
01:28
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there is an endless anxious hum
that helps me sleepwalk through the day
and every 2 am I am wide awake and afraid of who I've been
Every choice that I have made
has made an impact on my health
and my selfish straining thoughts are detrimental for my loves
I'm auto filling facts I've stressed so many times
you could complete my sent- as I contemplate my sins
through the daylight I am sifting through the mail
Sounds romantic but we both know better now
search for comfort in a warm full cup of calm
a better option than what's lying by the sink
perhaps the answers are here written in the leaves
or who is smiling from the bottom of a bottled glass
these are scriptures written solely just for me
don't hum along don't nod and smile
no pity please
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Supervise the Surgery
04:36
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Could you please supervise the surgery
Steady hands
the best laid plans are delicate at best
We tow the line between tenderness and strength
self convinced confident this treatment is the only course to take
against the morning dew
the cries across the field
theres no more mournful sound
screams are muffled down with shoulders for the tears
and I'm the silent spy
the 9th pall bearer
standing in a sea of cigarettes and tears
with bruised and bleeding knees
from prayers that you're not three
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Kitchen Experiment Band/Solo Chicago, Illinois
Nate Meads’ Kitchen Experiment (solo/band) has been playing left of the dial influenced folk-rock with a revolving cast since mid 2000’s. Kitchen Experiment Band is like a restaurant that's loud and busy. Kitchen Experiment Solo is the small cafe off to the side that's a little less 'in your face'. The FOH and BOH staff come/go/come back, but it's the same guy writing the menu and recipes. ... more
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