1. |
Gone to Pieces
03:57
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I need order in my life
Will this chaos last forever?
You see now I'm 45
And nothing fits together anymore
It's all gone to pieces
And they're falling on my head
I can't stop eating pizza
I think this is a code red
Tried praying to Jesus
And Buddha and Allah
I dug into the classics
From Oprah's Book Club
Then I found the one thing that brings order to my soul
I pair up my controller and I feel in control
I play Tetris by myself
It's good for my health
Life don't seem so messy anymore
I place the blocks just so
Oh my god I'm on a roll
And I don't have to think about before
I got sadness building up
And I'm running out of room
Why do I keep on getting boxes
When only a bar will do?
Tried writing a novel
Couldn't get past chapter one
Started doing yoga
But kept falling on my bum
Then I found the one thing that'll pull me out this hole
I pair up my controller and I feel in control
I play Tetris by myself
It's good for my soul
Life don't seem so messy anymore
I place the blocks just so
Hell yes I'm on a roll
And I'm not thinking about before
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2. |
Hail Mary
03:04
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The sky is blue
January's cold
You hurt me bad
And I didn't have it coming
But I still want you
As I ice my wounds
What can I do to keep me in the running?
Can we go outside and be honest?
Can we really survive beyond this?
Can love stop being scary?
Can we say a Hail Mary, and be full of grace again?
The grass is green
August sun is warm
You crossed a line
And I didn't push you
But I still want you
As I leave the room
What can I do to change this whole direction?
Can we go outside and be honest?
Can we really survive beyond this?
Can love stop being scary?
Can we say a Hail Mary, and be full of grace again?
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3. |
I Like This Better
03:11
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My mattress is much thinner
My diet's gone to hell
My landlord is the only person ringing my doorbell
But even though you left a hole
I may not ever fill
I like this better
I don't have a couch these days
Just a battered bean bag chair
Hard to find the energy to go and wash my hair
But even though I smell just like
The pig pen at the fair
I like this better
There's no one else in bed with me
Unless you count this G&T
But I have my integrity
I sing to keep from crying
Even though I am off key
Reminders of your smiling face got me mired in misery
But even though the tears they flow
Like a river to the sea
I like this better
I'm paying rent not building equity
And my heart just had a colonoscopy
But I know that this is me
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4. |
Giving
03:58
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Yes, you can have a bite
Couldn't finish it anyway
And lord knows I don't need the calories
Cause you know what's mine is yours
My eyes are open doors
I would give you anything
Sure, I'll make you another
Never mind it's not a bother
Sorry for the weakness of that last drink
Cause I know you've had it rough
Every day must be so tough
I would give you anything
And maybe if I keep giving
Maybe you can start living
Without the darkness nipping at your heels
Told my friend he's not my friend today
Gonna have to learn to live without him
Our bond was built for years like Rome
But you're my home
You made an ultimatum
And I hated to alienate him
But isn't true love worth a little pain?
I would give you anything
And maybe if you see me giving
Maybe you'll let me start living
And stop putting the fear of god in me
Told a lie about my black eye today
Said I fell while we were playing
Cause lord knows I need my salary
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5. |
Hey Kenny
03:52
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Hey Kenny
What made you wanna beat me up?
Could you tell I was fragile as a teacup?
We were 13 shoulda been playing catch instead
What was going on in your head?
Hey Scott
Remember mocking my dandruff?
Could you tell I was the opposite of tough
We were 14 probably both loved "Even Flow"
What was going on in your soul?
Hey Bill
You dug a Sharpie in my shirt
Could you tell just how deeply that it hurt?
We were just kids and feeling torn apart
What was going on in your heart?
Kenny I wish you well
Scott I wish you well
Bill I wish you well
Kevin I wish you well
Greg I wish you well
Tom I wish you well
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6. |
I'm an Island
10:17
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I look up and see the sun
Making the water glitter
I close my eyes
And hear the parrots twitter
Sand between my toes
Infinitesimal pieces of glass
That get everywhere
But why should I care?
I'm an island
And the sea is rising
I pick a ripe papaya
Slice it with a razor clam
The scent lingers on my fingers
So good it feels like a scam
Tried to built a raft
But kept screwing up the bindings
At least staying put is way less surprising
I'm an island
And the sea is rising
It's fresh-caught crab tonight
Over a fragrant driftwood blaze
If anyone else was out there
They'd stumble toward it in a daze
Warm and full
Staring at the horizon
This is only supposed to happen in advertising
I'm an island
And the sea is rising
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Joe Sweeney Old Orchard Beach, Maine
Ever since he emerged fully formed from the waters of 1970s Lake Erie under the light of the blood moon, Joe Sweeney has been a total weirdo. He lives in Old Orchard Beach, Maine, where his landlord doesn't allow pets but can't stop him from making a disturbing number of imaginary friends. ... more
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