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We’ll cut an album right and if these critics want to fight I'll fight
Even though I got my hands tied
It makes my wrists so itchy and it's hard to write
And I know my alphabets I said all the right words
But I still have regrets
These scarlet letters man
Ambiguous accomplishments achieving anthems
so I said.
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Artist. Artists.
04:42
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I said to the waitress, "hey, another coffee"
refills are free, and i'm feeling pretty lonely
the diner's kinda cold and a little bit empty
just then she walked in, and she tried to ignore me
it's my ex-wife, and she's looking kinda sick
i recently just learned she's been blowing crazy shit
"oh, baby, how ya been? i haven't seen you in a bit"
"i know we aren't great friends, but can you take some time and sit, huh?"
thanks, hun, you look very pretty
i know that you know that i know, and it hurts me so much
i can't help you... i wanted to help you
let me please help you
how come?
how could you do this?
you're so goddamn gorgeous
you're so goddamn selfish
i love you to pieces
kiddo, i'm dying
i'm tired of crying, ok?
just stop
look what your man's done
he made a mess, and he's selling me sick
i'm so sickening
sick of me
sick
i'm so sickening
sick of me
sick
i'm so sick
hey, it's ok
i love you the same like when were just kids
oh, babe, it's just me
i know we don't talk much
i love you... please stop this
just stop this, just stop it, just stop
stop it
stop this
i can't sit here and watch while you make yourself sick
i'm so sickening
sick of what?
sickening
sick of me
sickening
sick of her
sickening
sick of sick
my bad
i'm an awful example
a hypocrite and a cheat
so i'm sorry
it's just
i won't let this happen again
i let my hair grow
and i tried to forget you
don't break my heart
and let this shit kill you
i can do what i want
'cause my ex-girlfriend don't give a fuck about
jamie devine can do what he wants
'cause his ex-girlfriend don't give a fuck about
all of us got these broken dreams
a fractured love over drugs that scream about
forcing yourself to do what you want
'cause your next girlfriend will make you write about
so all of us can do what we want
'cause our ex-girlfriends don't give a fuck about
sweetheart please! you can't give up
please love yourself and stay with us around
i won't ever know how things end up
i miss her lots, but we rarely talk... oh, well
oh, jamie please, let's get a drink
i think it's 'bout time we leave this place, ya know?
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Assistant. Assistants.
03:53
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Was clawing at the walls in my tiny apartment
Trying to make sense of my life and then it started
My stomach felt weird and my heart was speeding up, man
When all of it was over I spoke up and raised my right hand
"Why do I exist? I got two more years to live."
I'm hardly suicidal and I've been heavy drinking
Two years is what you make it
And I know what you're thinking:
"Jerry's lost his mind again; he's way too self-indulgent."
Maybe you're right
I should never have told you
Do you think I'm lying?
I lie all the time
But I'm telling the truth, man
In two years this voice will die
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, tick-tock
I've got so many names to thank
Should we start with Mary?
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, tick-tock
We'll hide our wounds from our parents
We'll eat out our wrists like they're candy
We'll think twice before kissing
We'll miss our old friends like they're dying
I remember when we were just sixteen and dreaming
Drinking in the basement just shouting and screaming
Listening to our favorite records all while thinking
Someday we're gonna be there on stage all singing
Remember breaking hearts and getting hearts broken
Lying to our parents about what we were smoking
Solving all our problems with bottles and women
Even though we knew we were better without them
This is not me, this is not me
This is me
Getting old, getting cold and getting stoned
I'll write backwards and call it art
I'll set things right from the very start
And I know my heart won't get in the way
I hope to God that they take me away
While my foot is tapping out the rhythm
While my foot just taps out the rhythm
Can you hear them screaming?
Oh God
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Assassin. Assassins.
05:20
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Limb separation bone isolation.
Nothing to do but to decapitate these words
Oh yeah
Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent
Eating the last of the words that were urgent
This little girly wants to get to the action
Rob another bank and win a reaction
Didn’t know she owned a gun
Didn’t know she’d shoot that gun
C'mon on baby grab that cash
get in the car and hit the gas
the cops will catch up crazy fast
Come on baby drive
I cant believe you shot that guy
You better hope he doesn’t die
This time there ain't no alibi
faster baby drive
God! NO! what have we done?
Bonnie and Clyde on the run, on the run
This time your
Tricky-tricky-tricky tricks
Are more than just scaring me
They’re making me sick
Babies in blenders and insect intestines
Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven, man
Oh yeah
Nodding my head to the dancing dead
You’d be so surprised what the skeleton said, man
He said “…oh yeah”
Who’d ever think we would be 21?
Our faces will change but these places stay fun
Bonnie looked so beautiful biting at her cuticles
I’d never thought we’d get his far.
I never thought you’d stop this car
Shoot a guy and break my heart
Oh baby you get me high
Dancing in the rain that night
Puddles dripping from your eyes
The greatest day of our lives
Maybe we should have died
Oh man look what we’ve done
We’ve suited our hearts
From the words off our tongues
This time your itty bitty-bitty bones
Will lock up inside you and not let you go
Bonnie sails over the ocean
My bonnie sails over the sea
Wont you please bring back please bring back
My bonnie to me
Now I know what this girls all about
She’ll hold you!
Fuck you!
Stick a gun in your mouth!
Call me romantic
Or call me naive
I spilled my own blood to save her heart
From the streets that she’ll leave
You know what those damn cops will do if they find you
They’ll cuff you
Or shoot you
Don’t let them find you
You know what would happen
When you let this all happen
You’re dead or you’re happy
I hope that you’re happy, baby
She was my bonnie my one and only my wifey my homey
Molded controlled me slowly showed me
Its only dough
You hold me boldly coldly like a .9
Use me cock me back and blow my mind
You’re the thought behind my rhyme design
For quite some time
This life of crime has showed no sign of ending
Almost spouses running into house
Blouses doused in blood
Shouting “get down n empty the clout out of your trousers”
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side
Those baby blue eyes hypnotize
Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip secure on your thigh
Never slipping she’s gripping
Smith n Wesson dressed in fishnets stretching from toe to heaven
Bonnie blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow whole ranks to waste
Lower than worthy women wibble wobble when wielding weight
Disintegrate when placed in these crazy ape states
These situations got me craving the rush
So much I want to reach out and touch
Clutch your bullets load your nuts
Finger fuck the rust off your trigger
Hear you hush
Chamber thrust then you bust
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Accent. Accents.
01:34
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Writing poetry to instrumentals
Expressing sentimental mental images
These lyricists' mission is
To send MC's in hissy fits
With my mystic lyric whips
Kids try to mimic this
cause Fordham mixes vicious hits
We stay hot and don't stop
On my block, we hold shop
From Towers to Bathgate
From Rosehill to Belmont
Seen wack cops and crack rocks
These classrooms have no shot
Watch my clock go tick tock -
pass my time with hip hop
Tick Tock and Tick Tock,
we smoke till our hearts stop.
Handouts come easy
and that's when the beat drops
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Apparition. Apparitions.
02:53
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Let me start this from the end to beginning
that way the story has a happy ending.
Some details I can't remember
but I know it all ends in late December.
Heartbroken Bobby picks up his phone;
he dials 911, there's a body on his floor.
Her name's Michelle - Michelle, his belle
appears to have drawn a knife on herself.
Bobby came in a moment before.
He heard screams and coughing through his front door.
Bobby was out buying flowers for her
cause he told her she's crazy and he called her a whore.
Michelle was caught cheating with Bobby's friend Dan.
Dan deals drugs so he's got money and plans.
Bobby's been cold so Michelle was upset.
Michelle loved him so much but Bobby couldn't care less.
Bobby's been working a lot more than he should.
Michelle kisses his cheek and says "It's all good."
Bobby kisses her too and says there's no one like her.
Michelle goes to school while Bobby's at work.
They started to date three years before this;
a year and six months they shared an apartment.
Bobby didn't care if he couldn't afford it.
Michelle loved him so much - things were just oh so perfect.
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Yes.
01:43
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I hope my insides pull apart
I got some sorting I need to do
My friends tell me to say yes
I guess ill try my very best
This city won’t suck my broken veins
Even though my blood is bloody clean
My teeth are stuck inside my tongue
to keep my mouth from owning up
So much for my brilliant honesty
So no more complaining
And no more explaining
No more magic tricks and taps
You get what I’m saying?
I'm through with blaming all those biter trips and tracks
I want my toast with butter and jam
I want to eat green eggs and ham
I want to set this country straight
I want to say up real real late
I’ll let the street lamps light the way
To my indignant open grave
I’ll clap my hands and take a guess
My tombstone is marked with the word
“YES”
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No.
00:55
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One day we’ll find those verbs and nouns
And we’ll gun run for all these fucking clowns.
Blink six more times
And now you know
Why this song ends with the word
“NO”
One day we’ll find those verbs and nouns
And we’ll gun run for all these fucking clowns.
Blink three more times
And now you know
Why this song ends with the word
“NO”
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Absolute. Absolutes.
04:07
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Did your mom tells you what the airs about?
Causing all this fuss and how its all about
A million letters man
A million little letters in my alphabet
We need to breath it out so we can live and talk shit then talk it out
Well send me to Amsterdam
A million scarlet letters up inside my hands
I want your confidence
I want an accident
Baby you're making me crazy
Baby you where no accident
Theres snow
Eyes baptized in snow
I know alligators always swimming in the snow
The snow
Cats measured by snow
Yeah snow
Crickets die in the snow
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Alchemist. Alchemists.
04:34
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Oh, my god!
Let's do this again
Let's do this again!
How come I can't stop kissing you?
I can't stop kissing you
Oh, man!
And I've got headaches filled with time
Those dizzy numbers.
Pictures, papers, pencils, razors
Blankets, lipgloss, whiskers, whispers
Liz tries to whisper:
"Promise that you won't fall for me.."
What's that?
Didn't hear you
Too late
Guess what? ...Well, I'm drunk
Thought I'd never write a love song again
Then again I think I'll never again
Well, well... too late
I gotta write about what I don't write about
It's just like me to let me destroy myself
Not fair... well, well
Hey check it out:
I don't got flowers for you
But I got dinner plans
I got my right hand
Hand in hand
And hands with plans
Wine and words, my pens and plants
Come on, kids, and clap your hands
Come on, Liz, just one last dance
Please?
Now,
I let the bed bugs out
I feel the time run out
Wait, Time out! Time out!
Now, I guess you're leaving town
I'm gonna put my face back down
I'm no alchemist, face down
It hurts enough just to say your name
But I'm so happy that we met all the same
Black cats, mustache, and ambiguous poles
Last thing we ever wanted was somebody to hold, word
We're not to blame
It happened just as soon as you said to your name
"Hi, my name is Liz, I think we should dance"
Let's toast to happy endings and for giving this a chance
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Addict. Addicts.
04:50
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This will be the last time that you’ll ever see me blink
I’m over breaking bottles, broken hearts and rusty ink
I think it’s cause I’m thinking that it’s hard for me to think
Without me breathing heavy after buying you a drink
Now I’m getting older and I know that you are too
It’s kinda getting hard to let go of things we do
If all of us could stop it would really help me lose
All the little problems that come with my abuse
Wait, can I put you on hold for just a little bit
My throat is getting soar and I think I’m feeling sick
Yeah I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick, that’s it!
My tongue is swelling up and I’m slipping down the slip…
Now you know that the joke is on you
When you realize that these shrooms go better with juice
“Hi sir! Come meet the Captain!
He wants to know your name,”
I swear he looks so familiar
How’d I get on this plane?
Oh man I ate the whole bag well,
What can you do?
Sometimes it takes time it takes time to
Then they switch the room
I know it’s the blood in her dress
That will keep the lions happy
While they roll their cigarettes
Happy serenades armed with hand grenades
A fork stuck in her mouth without the wedding cake
Her teeth are barbed with glass and she’s drinking lemonade
Oh save enough for me; you know I love the taste
Get it?
I want my medicine!
I want to take bath!
I want to write you a letter that says I’m never coming back!
Oh, hunny bunny
I’m never coming back
I’m never ever, ever coming back
And if you want me to stay then you better make a move
I can’t lose another year smoking drugs over you
If you need me at all then please tell me now
I won’t kiss your dead cheeks with all that dirt in your mouth
I think I’ve had enough
My belly’s boiling up
I’ll let my bones melt out and let that rug just eat ‘em up
Smear blood through Idaho
From San Fran up to Oregon
I want to lay back down and hope my eyes don’t open up
I want to let you to know
I’m not quite over you
I know you love me too
But what’s with these drugs we do?
I know you’re in the news
You know I’m in the news
Let’s just forget our names
And hope that we don’t catch the blues
I want my medicine
I want to take a bath
I want to write you letter that says I’m never coming back
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Alligator. Alligators.
07:29
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So I'm running down Fifth Avenue headed south.
I'm going to get you that ring I've been thinking about.
I hope that you will like it, I know that you'll like it.
I know you've got your necklace and bracelets
So it's different, I'm different. I know that you're different.
And it doesn't make a difference our differences differ
'Cause it makes us the same and I needed the change
to call you that day I tried to get you that ring.
I said "Baby, it's Jerry, my cell phone is dead.
I need you, I'm freezing my cheeks are rose red."
So you came to my rescue and kissed my cold lips;
you said "Baby I'm here. Please don't miss me like this!"
But I did, and I do, and I will, and I won't
settle for my bed that's increasingly cold.
I dream every night that you're biting my wrists;
New Orleans and vampires, I miss you like this.
And I did.
I met you at a party, you grabbed me and smiled.
You knew me from class, I fell for you like a child.
It was just an accident, I don't know what happened.
Next thing I knew we were kissing and laughing
I took you to dinner, we danced in my kitchen.
We tried to be quiet when Lauren knew we were kissing.
We partied real hard and we stayed up until dawn
having the best you know what all day long.
Remember when Kevin walked in on us drunk
then he messed up his car, man that party was fun.
I loved watching you play your piano and violin
and you loved it when I tried to sing you to bed.
You said "Baby, oh baby, please sing me to sleep!"
I tried and I tried not to slip out of key
but I did, like I do so I'd stop to kiss
you but you'd already be sleeping, and I laughed cause it's cute.
I miss you.
Elliott Smith was right when he said
"Nobody broke 'my' heart"
Yeah, I broke my own...
'cause I can't finish what I start.
Don't leave me, don't leave me. The Bronx is my coffin
and you are my chocolate; put kisses in my pocket.
Alligator, alligators all covered in orange;
biting my fingernails while you dream of New Orleans.
Well, for kissing in taxi cabs, romance and restaurants;
for eating home-made dinners that took me too long;
for your dark hair, dark eyes, and all your surprises;
for the way that I run, and Clark Kent, I decided that
I want you to be happy with whatever you do.
And wherever you are, I'll be thinking of you.
I'm sorry, I'm an asshole, I said things I don't mean.
Thank you for everything I'll miss you Lizzy G.
And I do.
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Alibi. Alibis.
01:08
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Apple. Apples.
03:16
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Like the doctors
We wanted to fix your heart
Well my baby and I dance in my kitchen
My baby is like a doctor
She cures me when I’m sick
Well... And you all are all the little doctors
And I’m a doctor
We’re the same
It’s not our fault we’re to blame
It’s our songs
It’s your job
It’s the place where we’re from
Some will notice some won't
Some care but most don’t
We know how it goes
But we defiantly don’t.
Yeah, and its true
We’re shallow and scared but its cool
And I know that it’s cold
And its cold all-alone in our houses
When our houses are houses not homes
Ask your parents your friends your siblings yourself
Why we wait so damn long to ask for some help
My sister Samantha reads books in her room
While I keep my door is locked when I’m writing for you
Like my best friends
You can tell I haven’t been myself
Myself is you as a writer and other writers
Like a writer you second guess
Every time you guess
We keep guessing till our little heart stops
Then it stops
It’s in the people you see at work everyday
It’s in the people in the streets
Or in homes everyday
It’s in my girlfriend on the phone in her bed at night
It’s in your boyfriend in the halls at your school
Am I right?
If we’re lucky to have met them and have something to share
We get so wrapped up in timing
Location and what’s fair
You love it or you hate it
And it’s somewhat the same
You’re living and dying like everything
Everyday
We got problems
Yeah we got cancer
We lose our girlfriends
Our mothers our brothers
Then we gain some friends and we love them for them
And we’ll be great parents, great uncles, cousins
Our hearts are little clocks screaming “Tick Tock
Tick tock!”
We go tick-tick tick tock
Yeah we all tick tock tick tock
An Apple is an apple
And an apple is the same
And an apple a day keeps these nightmares away.
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Anxiety. Anxieties.
02:32
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Alphabet Alphabets are amazing
Astonishing aspiring and always aging
Agreeable accents accompany
Awful answers
Aphrodite’s antitheist
And antelope antlers
I spent 6 months embedded in ink
I read your book and poured a drink
I knew my Alphabet wouldn’t be the same the day
You left and got on that plane
But we get older then
And we’ll be better than
It’s not like everything right now
Is where we always planned
And I want to thank you all
A spinning spectacle
My intentions not to leave you coming back for more
It’s a game. It’s a game. It’s fun.
See you later, adios and have fun
There’s a million other things Id like to say
But there’s not enough letters in my Alphabet today
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