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Prelude in C
02:05
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Walk with me,
Fear (here) with me,
Find your rhythm, find your steps,
Find your rhythm, find your steps,
Find your rhythm,
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2. |
King of High School
05:43
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I'm king of high school,
I walk these halls that still remain forever built inside my brain,
The kingdom I still rule,
Even after all these years have passed since I was in 12th grade,
Rad King of High School,
Too bad your jersey no longer fits,
At least you'll always have your crown,
Sad King of High School,
Your dad was king before you too
That's why he never left this town,
King and queen, what does it mean?
How do these memories help you?
Same routine since seventeen,
Your future is long overdue,
Take your past and make it last,
These days when you were most happy,
Cause here my dear your only fear
is the fear of being lonely.
Try to remember,
How life was so much simpler then,
When all you needed were your friends,
What clothes should you wear, What kind of music is really cool,
The king of High School knows all the trends,
The days you wasted on myspace,
just looking at old pictures,
when you needed to proceed into,
A stage of growing mature,
Oh King why don't you spread your wings,
You can't just live there only,
While stuck here my dear your only fear
is the fear of feeling lonely.
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3. |
125 lbs
06:05
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I've weighed the same since I was thirteen,
No I haven't grown one single pound,
My body's known nothing but routine,
It fears any change that may come around,
Maybe I have grown into nothingness,
Some sad consumer, a tumor on the world's back,
I'm nothing more, I'm nothing less
Than someone else's small success, I am a wreck,
It doesn't take a Nostradamus
To see where I'll be in twenty years,
Same size, same shape, same empty promise,
To grow into some sort of career,
When I don't try I'm guarded from progress,
It's my protection from rejection that I can't face,
Oh what a waste, what a shame,
What a way to wash away my name, I am a mess,
I'm still alive,
I can still try,
To be something more,
More than alive,
More than before,
More than good-bye,
Someone that you can truly adore,
No longer will I wake wet,
In a pool of my own sweat,
A sweat from the fear I get,
Of living with such regret,
And what if I put to rest,
All the words that were said in jest,
About how I feel so stressed
Thinking of life as some contest,
It takes a little more,
Than comparing some made up score,
Than trying to be the one more impressed,
(If only my dear, my only fear, fear of being lonely)
Now, now is the time to finally grow up,
To move higher, inspired by your drive, your life,
Lately I walk just a bit taller,
I feel like I've stemmed an inch,
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I ain't a brainiac or millionaire,
I'm just a super horny twenty-something,
I barely make rent and I don't even care,
I worry more about my next humping,
Many a dry spell I've fallen in,
Far too much for me to take,
It's time to get back out and try again,
Because my left hand needs a break
Ooo your body is making me crazy,
Ooo your stare is driving me mad,
Ooo I know I'll never touch you once no I'll never come close,
But you can bet your quivering legs you'll wish I had,
Those legs of yours go on for miles and miles,
My mind is running through a thousand scenes,
Each one of them ends up with you defiled,
I pray to god that you're at least eighteen,
But in reality we know how it ends,
I'll be sitting home alone,
Me and my left hand, yeah, yet again,
Oh what a waste of my high-priced cologne,
Ooo your body is making me crazy,
Ooo your stare is driving me mad,
Ooo I know I'll never touch you once no I'll never come close,
But you can bet your quivering legs you'll wish I had,
My loneliness is reaching new extremes,
My every cell is craving like a whore,
Libido up, down goes my self esteem,
I just can't take this feeling anymore,
The smell of you makes me lose all control,
I think I'm going to explode,
Yet all you'll ever amount to my soul,
Is just another place to blow my load,
Ooo body is driving me crazy,
Ooo my dick is making me mad,
Ooo I know I'll never touch you once no I'll never come close,
But you can bet your quivering legs you'll wish I had,
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Years before you came,
I lived in a house full of siblings,
All children raised in pain,
Each day they'd hear our mother dying slowly,
She prayed for her sons,
For her daughters, for something better, but it never did come,
Leaving us undone,
Never bothered, tied together, bound as one
One house standing alone on a hill,
Where five kids share a loaf of bread
One sick mother coughs the day away in bed,
A snowy picture and a coverless book,
Is all that's left to be shown,
Weathered by weather, it lacks the look of home,
The day that mother passed,
I got myself a job loading boxes
To pay for food and gas,
To drive those kids to school out by the crosses,
One by one they grew,
Into men and women ready to go face the world anew,
And I felt older too,
Too old to live the life I felt was overdue
Up in that house with only one mouth to feed,
Where five kids once shared a loaf of bread,
All of the walls started crumbling into shreds,
A snowy picture and a coverless book
Helped me want to move away,
To a colder city somewhere father east to stay,
All alone in towns I've never known,
That over time had grown into a place called home,
Where I met you, a woman from Peru,
A doting beauty who cared for me through and through,
Still today, I hear my siblings play,
On a hill so far away, in that home filled with decay,
Where nothing remains, and everyday it rains,
And barely it's retained, as a sad memory in my brain,
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6. |
Passport
02:22
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One day soon, I'll go back to Switzerland,
And find my bonde haired, eyes of blue,
And we'll be so happy again,
And she'll call me Mitchell, And I’ll call her Jane,
And that's all we'll ever need
Is to hear each other say each other's name,
One day soon, I'll go back to Amsterdam,
And find my brown haired, eyes of blue,
and we'll be as happy as clams,
And she'll call me lover, and I'll call her wife,
And that's all we'll ever need,
A title for each other's lives,
One day soon, I'll go back to Singapore
And spend a lonely afternoon,
Trying my best to ignore,
The way she calls me cheater,
The way that's she's so right,
And one angry afternoon proceeds into a hundred lonely nights,
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7. |
Hobson's Choice
06:04
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Morning greets me with an empty bed again,
But it wasn't this way the night before,
You avoid me, it destroys me like medicine I'm allergic to
The way you pretend that I'm not yours,
That's alright, that's okay,
There are plenty of days left for you to stay,
Right next to me longer than sunrise,
We're all human,
We all feel that lack of,
(Love)ly, you are nothing new,
Let me tell you wife, you can't wash away the life
We made become untrue,
And you're not the only one,
Who's been feeling these empty nights,
Who's becoming so undone,
Hate me, go right ahead and loathe my voice,
And keep telling yourself it's me that's holding you back,
Oh sweetie, we all know I'm your Hobson's Choice,
That I'm the reason you feel worse, the reason your head hurts,
The reason your teeth have plaque,
That's alright, that's okay,
You have plenty of teeth left in your mouth to say,
The hundreds and hundreds of things that you despise,
We're all living,
We're all saying the same things
To those that we once loved,
Let me tell you why we're no different from any
One couple you think of,
No matter what you say,
I won't go walking around,
Pretending I feel any other way.
There's an open eye,
There's a closed one too,
There's the day I put everything out there to grow OLD with you,
There's an empty bed,
There's a full one too,
There's the day you decided to say that you LOVED me too,
There's an empty gaze,
There's a passionate view,
There's the day that I wanted to break every TIE with you,
To you it's just another stage,
Another damn dip in the valley,
But it's not that way to me.
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8. |
Messing Up
03:23
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I'm messing up my life just by sitting around,
I get nothing done, I feel like I'm nowhere bound,
I want to be alone, yeah and I want to be free,
And yet I want you to fall back in love with me,
I messing up my life just by sitting right here,
Playing my guitar and drinking yet another beer,
And my six pack is gone and so is your suitcase,
And I'll never again see your beautiful face,
I'm messing up my body the more that I drink,
I'm messing up my mind the more that I think,
I'm messing up my life now and I don't even care,
Because you're not here, no you're not anywhere,
I know I'm spiraling down,
Sometimes I wish I'd sink so low that I'll never be found,
Down someplace where everything stays the same,
I'm afraid of my own life and I have no one else to blame,
Because I know I'm messing up my life by ignoring my dreams,
I'm closing up me eyes, blind to the way it seems,
That I can't do a thing alone now, no I won't even try,
And I can't even think of a single reason why (Oh, god)
You could have been my wife, but i know why you didn't stay,
There's a lesson to be learned here, but I'm throwing it away,
I'll keep messing up my life, though you might find it strange,
And I'll keep writing these songs and pretend that they'll help me change.
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9. |
Holy Toledo
02:36
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Holy Toledo, oh no, where did you go?
You ran off to Spain to cool off your brain somewhere in Toledo,
You sent me a post card, you said it was fun, you said it was neato,
You found yourself a man, someone who understands you and wears a tuxedo,
And it's hard I know when there's no place you want to call home,
And it's easy to tell yourself that you were born just to roam,
And I know that you're happy wherever you are,
And whatever you're doing makes you feel more alive,
But just do me a favor and don't go out too far on your own,
Again on the run, you're coming undone, somewhere out in Bangkok,
You sent me a postcard depicting your backyard view of the livestock,
You're eating more fruit and valerian root to sleep through your alarm clock,
You found another man, someone who understands you and listens to punk rock,
And it's hard I know when there's no place where you want to stay,
And it's hard I know when there's no face you can wear everyday,
And I know that you're happy with him whoever he happens to be,
But I gotta be honest I got another letter from her and I'm tired of waiting,
So I'm getting on the next train to Tulsa, and if you ever come home
There's a couch in Oklahoma for you dear.
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10. |
Various Wanderings
05:29
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Some sum it up for me,
All of my sad campaigns,
I need a voice to come remind me how to be
Somebody else, explain,
What it's for, it's for, It's something that I wish I could ignore,
I'm too young to feel this disconnected, yet too old to feel like I'm neglected,
It's four, It's four, It's four more years away from life before,
Before I ever lost my touch with almost everyone,
The etiquette for simply having fun at all,
Going for another stroll,
With nowhere in mind to go,
My shoes no longer fit upon my feet
And even the ground feels unfamiliar down below,
Of course, of course,
It's a paranoidal reflex for remorse,
I'm a stranger walking round in my own skin,
So dizzy from how fast I tend to spin,
Off course, off course,
This sense of misdirection reinforced,
Getting myself down from nearly anything,
The smallest stuff feels like it's anchoring me down,
Gone on for too long overdrawn,
I am long gone, felling drawn to something more,
All bare, I bear some false, self-loathing sense of lack of care,
It's not quite as bad as I suspected,
I just need to get my thoughts collected here again,
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11. |
Movements in D
11:09
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Thumb through this box of pictures,
From when we still used film,
Search for the perfect image,
To leave me overwhelmed,
Each one a separate memory,
Each one sparks something true,
While most of them are joyful
They all still wreak of you,
All things wreak of you,
More than I ever knew,
I thought I'd never miss it,
That constant care confuse,
But seeing all these faces,
Brings out your guileful ruse,
Despite this sinking feeling,
Regardless of our past,
Beyond your countless stealing,
Oh how I want you back,
Oh how I need you back,
Just like a heart attack,
Like some old lost unspoken rule,
Like something easily torn,
I'm left here standing like a fool,
Like me this box is so worn,
I'll take this bag of polaroids
And burn them one by one.
Your pretty face all turned to ash
And crumpled till there's none,
You know, I could never seem to grow,
So from move to move I carry this box around,
I know under twenty feet of snow,
I could never quite bury it far enough down,
Not far enough down, not far enough, no.
I always place them back unharmed,
I never dare destroy,
Sometimes I border on alarmed
The way you seem like toys,
Oh picture please say something back,
One word, I beg you so,
How many times, I can't keep track,
I've eyed your silent glow,
And yet I'll worry until dawn,
My mind stuck in review
You've crippled me from moving on,
From finding something new,
Oh boy, I need to calm down,
I need to get my mind together,
Stop clowning around,
Stop acting under the weather,
Stop feeling unwound,
Start growing skin of leather,
Get my feet on the ground,
Stop choking like I'm tethered down,
I need to step back,
Then I need to take two steps forward,
And three steps back,
Then I need to take four steps forward,
And five steps back...
And fifteen back. I'm always back.
(Tell me dear my only fear, is the fear of being lonely)
Thumb through this box of pictures for the final time,
Then throw them in the dustbin before I make my uphill climb,
I keep on looking forward,
I'm living in today,
Instead of being anchored,
Get moving on my way,
Yeah I'm on my way,
There's nothing else to say.
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12. |
One Step At A Time
03:36
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Oh, this feeling that I have,
A suffocating death,
One last remaining breath,
It turns into a laugh,
And still I carry on,
Not knowing where I'll go,
Not knowing what I'll do,
No need or want to know,
Just one step at a time,
Keep staring at the feet,
That move me in one line,
To places left to meet,
Too often i am scared,
Afraid of what I'll be,
A man who never dared,
A failure to my dreams,
There's still so many years,
So many steps to take,
So much is left for us to make.
(Walk right on, right on, walk on)
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Mitchell Thompson San Francisco, California
Solo artist/songwriter, working on various forms of rock and folk, mainly in the form of concept albums.
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