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There's Going to Be
05:06
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Too much of a good thing tied up in a bow string
She’s away on business to practice her forgiveness
Hire someone different, I’m feeling like an infant
I see you watching me
You counting every vocal fry
Through the floater in your eye
If I’m in trouble tell me why that could be
Hire someone different, I’m feeling like an infant
I see you watching me
You counting every vocal fry
Through the floater in your eye
If I’m in trouble tell me why
That could be
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2. |
Such
04:05
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Such a word may soon exist but for now I’m holding out
The frantic writing from my fist doesn’t know what it's on about
Such misfortune could be near, take the truth that I know away
I could count my breath in fear not live to see another day
Such the life my mother had all the kindness that she knew
Eleanor don’t feel so bad she’s passed it on to you
Such a waste of time you’d say when I’m dredging up this hurt
I’ll put all my guards away when you promise to stay more alert
Such a view I’ve paid to see but for now I’m still let down
I’m not who you thought I’d be but I’ve worn it like a crown
Such a word’s been ‘round for years one I’ll act like you didn’t say
I could blame my ringing ears and maybe breathe another day
Does it mean as much to you
Did you bite off more than you could chew
Does it mean as much to you
Did you bite off more than you could chew
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3. |
Let Fate Be Proud
05:35
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God I hope he made it home
And as he wipes off his cologne let fate be proud of him
In the morning won’t he wake and grab his book of notes to take
And let fate be proud of him
I close my eyes and still can’t place
The points and creases of his face and let fate be proud of him
His reign of terror appetite
All the teeth marks from his bite
Drain blood until his fates completely dry
God I hope it isn’t so
Why won’t you tell me what you know
And let fate be proud of you
If it's as good as what you pay
Then what’s a dollar for a day
And let fate get back to you
Your reign of terror appetie
All the teeth marks from your bite
Sink in until you won this fight
I wish I wasn’t here tonight I wish I knew
So what can I do
To end my stories the way that you do
You’re asking me while I’m so young and green
To turn water into gasoline
God I hope he’s having fun
This time we’ll let him think he won
And let fate be proud of him
In the morning when he wakes
And thinks about the risks he takes
Let fate be proud
His reign of terror appetite
All the teeth marks from his bite
Drain blood until his fate runs dry
I wish this time I didn’t try
I wish I knew
So what can I do
To end my stories the way that you do
You’re asking me while Im so young and green
To turn water into gasoline
And it's up to you
So so sure its the right thing to do
And after all of the things that you’ve seen
You’ll turn water into gasoline
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4. |
Liminal Space
00:56
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5. |
Heatwave
06:18
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It’s a long long hospital year, it burned the country from you
Is this how you wanna disappear? We never met the people here
Watch the catfight from my window, you were way too stoned
You asked me if I do black magic, sometimes when I’m alone
Play the game a little bit longer pretend like we’d still be
Should’ve maybe taken a picture, kinda burned it in my memory
It’s a long long dog-eared book, the kind that makes me sleepy
But if you love him then you’ll take a look, we figured this time it’d take gas to cook
Watch the TV through your window, you were off the wall
I thought I saw a question forming but there’s nothing there at all
So play the game a little bit longer let’s see how far you’ll land
Now I feel like I’m a part of all the things you said I’d never understand
I’m just as evil when I let you try
(Won’t forgive the look you gave, I’m an itch in the heatwave)
Four million years of letting strangers die
(Drowned in spirits aftershave, I’m an itch in the heatwave)
It’s a real short trip to your house I chose to make it slowly
And I told how I’d disappear the feeling’s there but the words aren’t here
Watch you move your lips to answer you were miles away
I think you talked for maybe an hour but still had nothing new to say
So play the game just a little bit longer see how much I care
Should have maybe taken a picture of the world were you thought that all is fair
I’m just as evil when I let you try
(Won’t forgive the look you gave, I’m an itch in the heatwave)
Four million years of letting strangers die
(Drowned in spirits aftershave, I’m an itch in the heatwave)
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Picture
04:20
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A head full of something in a hand full of nothing at all, at all, at all
I cringe at the mention as I twist at the dial to call, to call, to call
Eight miles from Odessa look at the mess I made of it all
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to get held back again
I think it's fate that's a maniac again
I just can't hate that things are happening without me
A glass full of bottles in a room of Aristotle's I see, I see, I see
I wince in the corner cause I'm looking for some order to be, to be, to be
Too far from home to undress and sit with the mess I've made of it all
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to get held back again
I think it's fate that's a maniac again
I just can't hate that things are happening without me
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long? I'm thinking it's time that you come home again
A wish full of something in a hand full of nothing at all, at all, at all
I'm learning how to listen as I'm twisting at the dial to call, to call, to call
I wish you'd see me I'm so grown up I got up after every fall
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait to be your back again
I just can't wait
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long? I'm thinking it's time that you come home again
Send a picture I think we all wanna know where you've been
Has it been so long?
I'm thinking it's time that you come home, time that you come home again
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7. |
I Was Only Being Stupid
04:54
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It’s not so simple yet, I’m as bad you imagined and I took all I could get
You can’t make me miss my friends you can’t make me feel like tying loose ends
Cause it shows how much you know yeah it shows how much you know
What a sight for my sore eyes I was only being stupid wasn’t tryna get a rise
You can’t make me get the bends answering every question with “yes” and “it depends”
Cause it shows how much you know yeah it shows how much you know
Always getting started when it ends put my shirt on backwards you’ll tell me cause we’re friends
It’s a secret keep it between
All the movies we watched off screen
I kid myself cause
Cause it shows how much you know, yeah it shows how much you know
Always getting started when it ends put my shirt on backwards you’ll tell me cause we’re friends
It’s a secret keep it between
All the movies we watched off screen
I kid myself cause
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8. |
Up to You
05:19
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Had a bad dream about finding my scream burned out
You taught me how to write it out
Now I think I know what the ending’s about
Guess I have come of age cause I hope you read each page
And now my secrets finally out
Now I think you know what the ending’s about
It’s up to you you’re in my head
What’s left to do, I want you instead
I’ll kiss you the lips and try to come to grips
I burned my bridges in the drought
Now I just don’t care what the ending’s about
It’s up to you you’re in my head
What’s left to do, I want you instead
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Up close and in full force I wrote the book and sold the chords
Don’t you mishear me, I’m on my way
We just don’t feel like there’s much left here to say
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Rigby Picnic Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The solo project of Philadelphia based musician and mouse-clicker Jake Hoffpauir. Stream "Heatwave" and pre-save "Picture" from the upcoming album "The Bog of Eternal Stench"
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