1. |
My Days Are Clouds
04:10
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I'm looking for signs
in the morning's pale blue skies
I'm counting down the days to conspiracy
the stereo groans
with frequencies unheard by mortal man
by I struggle to hear them
I don't understand.
I never understand.
And as the Days go by
and the clouds all sigh
will you never come back to me?
I'm seeing your life
backed by evergreens, filled with midnight rides
or at least that's how I think that it should be
I have your words
shot, ephemeral, lightning caught in glass
hurled across the internet
and on the phone, it's not your voice
just artificial noise
And as the Days go by
and the clouds all sigh
will you never come back to me?
And as the days go by,
I'm wondering why:
will you never come back to me?
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2. |
Analog Boy
03:06
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All along,
can't stop this coming on.
It's just the painful realization
that everything's gone wrong.
Oh no,
and what should I do?
It's just the familiar feeling
of what you own owns you.
And we're so screwed,
because we realize the truth.
We're so screwed.
I'm just an analog boy
caught in a digital world.
It's not fair -
we see them everywhere.
There's one in your pocket,
without it you'd feel bare.
We didn't need them then,
and I don't see how.
iI's just like "I-Robot,"
but they look like cell-phones now.
And we're so screwed,
because we realize the truth.
We're so screwed.
I'm just an analog boy
caught in a digital world.
Hey, I'm a superhero.
Well, maybe not a superhero.
Well, less like a hero than a boy.
I need more comfort,
I need more time,
I need more comfort.
I'm just an analog boy
caught in a digital world.
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3. |
Self-Destruction Express
02:46
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I have always done
just what I wanted to.
Why am I always surprised
when the ceiling falls through?
They say you build your life
brick by brick
glass and wood
blood and bone
everyday.
And mine's in flames.
It's what I want.
Nothing is.
It's what I know
that I can't trust.
Well I . . .
Why should I care
what's down the road,
when I'm right here?
I don't know where I'll be tonight,
much less in a year,
so riddle me this:
Who gets what they want today,
then gets what they need tomorrow?
No one I know.
It's what I want.
Nothing is.
It's what I know
that I can't trust.
It's what I want.
Nothing is.
It's what I know
that I can't trust.
What I want is what I can't trust.
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4. |
Countdown
04:09
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The clock goes the wrong way around
in my apartment - it only counts down
to when time runs out.
Seems everyday someone else leaves.
Someone important to me
disappears down the end of my street
Living here's two times as hard
as double I thought it would be,
and you can't make me leave
'Cause every day's a battle that's won,
my heart in my hand holding on,
to give and give 'til it's gone.
And I'm very unhappy here,
and there's nowhere that I"d rather be.
I'm bruised and I'm broken
but I'm still here.
And if I ever leave this place,
middle finger up and tears run down,
I'll sit and I'll whisper "I still hate this town."
And I'm very unhappy here
and there's nowhere that I"d rather be.
I'm bruised and I'm broken
but I'm still here.
And if I ever leave this place,
middle finger up and tears run down,
I'll sit and I'll whisper "I still love this town."
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3
2
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5. |
Leaving
03:18
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I don't want to have to be the one
who says it's over,
but it's over.
Yeah, it's over.
This whole thing, it's like a vaccum
It makes lots of noise, and yeah,
it sucks too, 'cause it's over.
Yeah, it's over,
and I don't want another part of this.
I'm leaving,
though I don't want to.
Though autumn turns these summer leaves,
my thoughts of you are evergreen.
I'm leaving,
though I wish it wasn't true.
I may be going far way,
but I'll close my eyes to be close to you.
Wear a mask, yeah I'm like a raccoon
See, I'm sorting through the trash
of what we all could do,
'cause it's over.
Yeah, it's over,
and I don't' want another part of this.
I'm leaving,
though I don't want to.
Though autumn turns these summer leaves,
my thoughts of you are evergreen.
I'm leaving,
though I wish it wasn't true.
I may be going far way,
but I'll close my eyes to be close to you.
I'm leaving,
though I don't want to.
Though autumn turns these summer leaves,
my thoughts of you are evergreen.
I'm leaving,
though I wish it wasn't true.
I may be going far way,
but I'll close my eyes to be close to you.
A broken glass lays on the floor,
A broken watch in a bedside drawer.
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Bo Coker Gainesville, Florida
Bo is a solo acoustic artist from Gainesville, FL. He's been writing and recording his own music since 2005.
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