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The Importance of Being Ernest Hemingway

by Paul Newman and the Ride Home

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1.
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.
2.
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.
3.
Rainboots 03:31
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.
4.
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.
5.
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
6.
Sorry, Lily 02:39
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.
7.
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.
8.
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

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released December 30, 2011

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