The Importance of Being Ernest Hemingway
by Paul Newman and the Ride Home
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End of the Line
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Rainboots
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A Little Birdy Told me
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Sisyphus Complex
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Sorry, Lily
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Skin and Bones
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Get the Fuck out
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released 30 December 2011
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- Track Name: End of the Line
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You say that you want it,
you say that it’s real,
but as the wind blows
you change how you feel.
Words are just thoughts
correlating to sound,
and actions speak loudest
when no one’s around.
I’m lighting another
as the dust settles in.
I think I’ll bow out
its your fight to win.
The tree outside my window’s
been weeping for days.
It reminds me of the year
I spent in a haze.
All rivers run south.
I’m swimming upstream.
I’m sorry I can’t be
all that you need.
I’m leaving you behind
I know that you’ll be fine
I know that I’m just wasting time
This is the end of the line.
I’m lighting another
as the dust settles in.
I think I’ll bow out
its your fight to win.
The idea of class
is a war in my head.
I don’t know what I’m getting at.
I’ll leave it unsaid.
You can’t replace one
being with another.
I’ll be a dead man,
you’ll be my mother.
I’m leaving you behind
I know that you’ll be fine
I know that I’m just wasting time
This is the end of the line.
I’m lighting another
as the dust settles in.
I think I’ll bow out
its your fight to win.
I’m leaving you behind
I know that you’ll be fine
I know that I’m just wasting time
This is the end of the line. - Track Name: Shooting the Breeze with an AK-47
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Here comes the rain again.
You were in my dreams again.
You said you loved me,
then you disappeared.
Black clouds hang overhead.
Heaven is leaking lead.
A prisoner in my head,
just as I feared.
Tears burn the world I see
where you had a hold on me.
Hearts on a violent sea,
drifting away.
Bad weather on my trail,
always and without fail.
cold, soaked and turning frail,
with nothing to say.
Wet on the coldest night.
The weatherman’s never right
Trying to find the might
to just let it rain
I’ll see the sun again,
I’ve still got love to lend,
Ready to not pretend
The weather won’t change
Pleasantly Strange.
So don’t rearrange
All that remains.
I might keep one chain,
But it won’t cause me pain
When you cross my mind. - Track Name: Rainboots
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You're singing cos you don't know what to say.
You're caustic and won't last a day.
Everything is going to bite you in the ass;
you're an asshole, and this too shall pass
through the eye of someone just like you.
We got free thought for sale, so, what'll you do?
With faith in nothing but a temporary state
where you do what you want and then call it fate
When you do exactly what you want;
a flash of a light when your face gets punched.
I'm singing songs in her voice in my mind
watch the smoke slip away with the time
you ment to go and make a name for your self
with the glass in your hand as your only welth
you're contented to die so i'll show you the door
I won't hold my breath and we can even the score
With the state and the cops and the acid you dropped
The fine line's alive and you won't get stopped
by the space in your heart that you can't pick apart
you ought not, you won't like what you start.
by the look when your face is askew
in the torment of not knowing what to do.
you'll close your eyes and you'll still be alive.
Remember all you can do ist try. - Track Name: A Little Birdy Told me
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We were streamlined like ducks,
Diving into the river.
We were slick as fuck
With an oily shimmer.
I could fly back home,
But I think that I’ll swim.
I could leave you alone,
You might end up with him.
Someday look to the sky
And you might see I.
I’ll be trying to get over you.
You’re a tree, I was wind.
I was just passing through.
I stopped for a moment
and got caught up in you.
I will carry your leaves
To the far reaching lands.
You won’t budge an inch,
and you’ll barely bend.
When the storm’s coming in
We can hum a soft song
We’ll dance and the I’ll be gone.
You got a job, so do I,
But I wanna quit.
I wanna sleep nine to five
And get out of this pit
That I dug for my self
While getting out of another.
I wish it was enough
To just have each other,
But it’s not, and we don’t.
We could, but we won’t.
I don’t want to,
But I’ll try to get over you.
If I’m a worm, I’ll sit and wait for a little bird to come carry me away
If I’m a worm, I’ll sit and wait for a little bird to come carry me away
I’m stuck in the dirt and waiting for little birds through the day
Stuck in the dirt and watching the birds fly away. - Track Name: Sisyphus Complex
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Sometimes it takes everything
falling apart to smile.
Watching the world burn
keeps you war for a while.
My jaw aches from grinding
my teeth when I sleep,
and the hole in my chest
is eight miles deep.
Irony’s great but it won’t
pay my court fees.
My thought start to stop
at a hundred degrees.
Each day’s a chance for
things to get worse.
If you’re not dying from cancer
you’re dying from thirst.
Each moment’s building up to
nothing. It seems like
I can’t fall asleep
cos I stopped having dreams.
Hate is our candy,
love’s our disease,
desperation is somehow
all that we need,
I’ve got identical blisters
on each heel,
but I keep moving on,
so I know they won’t heal.
Sometimes it takes everything
falling down not to feel
like all the paint on my
walls is starting to peel.
Here we go again
Sat down to write,
made an honest attempt,
it was earnestly forced
and came out half bent.
the pen met the paper,
it was sadly contrived,
so I burned a few down,
contemplated some rhymes.
In an over composed,
premeditated sort of way,
I got it all out
not knowing what to say.
Sometimes it takes fucking up
to be ok
and it takes a ticket home
to decide you want to stay.
Things will catch up to us
from when we were young.
I’m twenty-two now,
but I won’t be for long.
Sometimes it takes
forgetting every line
to remember who you are
and why you’re even trying.
Pouring over words for a song
no one will hear
is the only sense I can make
albeit unclear.
Meaning and clarity aren’t mutually
exclusive in the end.
Sisyphus said it best when he said,
“shit, here we go again.”
Here we go aging - Track Name: Sorry, Lily
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How many nights was it just me and you
alone in the park with nothing to do?
I’d rest my head on you and held on tight
on whatever group we called ours that night.
If the sky dared to spit we had our warm spots,
shrunk in the corner to hide from the cops.
Your curves were smooth and I gripped your head.
We sang all the words that couldn’t be said.
How man hours on Charles and Fayette
did we spend counting change for cheap cigarettes?
You were red and blue, all at the same time.
At the drop of a hat, you screamed, I rhymed.
So, how many songs made up this year?
and how much money did we waste on beer?
How do I thank you, you kept me alive.
As long as I’m living your name will survive.
“Wagon Wheel” sung at the top of my lungs
will never sound right without you singing along.
Every minute spent on the corner by the bar
was another inching closer to the fucking stars.
The sound of nothing passed through shattered glass.
Windows reflected a blue and red winding flash.
That night left me alone and a bit insane.
But you didn’t die for nothing, you didn’t die in vain.
I’m sorry Lily. - Track Name: Skin and Bones
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Of all the things I wish in faling asleep,
Taking back the old days isn’t one.
I conquered Europe before I died one morning,
I guess I’m just killing for fun.
When I was born the stars were in an uproar
And Joe was on the road with the Pogues.
When you grow up, you’ll be a giraffe
White nosed on the cover of vogue.
We’ll be bookends with oceans between
We’ll be always seventeen.
A page a day of gone with the wind.
You’ll pray. I’ll live in sin.
The sick lizard lives at the base my brainstem.
They say he’s reckless and violent and mean.
His death drive knows everything’s alright
With the world and the killing and me.
My wife ran off with a silent movie star,
Left a note that I forgot to read.
She was pale and she was sweet and I couldn’t compete
She loved to dance and I couldn’t lead.
We’ll be bookends with oceans between
We’ll be always seventeen.
A page a day of gone with the wind.
You’ll pray. I’ll live in sin.
I went back to the town where I first heard the sound
Of the torture souls who live in squalor.
I would die to be one, but I’d also die for fun,
And kill to be a little bit taller
You don’t know who you are; I’m not one to push,
I’m just along for the ride.
My mother told me for my sanity she prayed,
But I must live for those who died. - Track Name: Get the Fuck out
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Let’s get the fuck out
We can leave this fucking town
Find a place that we that we don’t hate yet, I haven’t got a date set
We’ll tear this shit down.
Burn the state before we leave
As to not leave any proof
This was ever a place we called our home
Cos we know that’s not the truth
I’ll forget about my court dates
You’ll stop paying all your bills
Keep it out of your head, we’ll just let them think them dead
As we’re running for the hills
I’m not putting in my two weeks
I’m not telling a soul
I’m throwing out my phone, we can make it on our own
I don’t wanna be alone
We can hop a train to boston
We can busk until we’re rich
It’s not the greatest plan, we can stick it to the man
And make the world our bitch
Let’s be any place but here
Never growing old and gray
We may die before our time, but I think that’s fine
As long as we’re okay
