1. |
Break
04:17
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Running backwards,
Scared to death of life.
But you looked safe and clean.
Come back for me.
Cuz no one else can break me down like you.
(I believe, I believe, I believe everything you say)
Hurting in reverse.
We’ve made this our place.
I’ve been left to need.
Come back for me…
Goddamn I’m hurting now.
Cuz no one else can break me down like you.
(I believe, I believe, I believe everything you say)
Left to dry, left to wait.
I’m growing old and setting bait.
To catch you in the place
That you said you’d come back for me..
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2. |
Your Warmth
04:08
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I was born in the evening light.
You can ask my mother for the time.
I was born with achy bones, and they only get worse as I go.
But your voice, its calling me home.
So lay me down, I need your warmth.
I'm dying inside while you take steps away.
I'm feeding your life, while I wither away.
Though you are loved, more than I thought I could.
Your voice, it's sending me home..
So lay me down, I need your warmth.
I was born.. to watch you come undone.
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3. |
No Love
03:26
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So that’s how this guitar feels.
When I play it all night.
Or like a pendulum arm,
No mind of its own, just a keepin the time.
Guess you got what you came for.
Couple moments that might,
Help down the road, with someone who don’t
Know that something ain’t right.
Cuz there ain’t no love,
In god or of men.
If a person can’t be, alone for a week,
without needing a friend.
So I’m packing a bag filled
With everything that we’ve been.
While it ain’t that neat, I still didn’t think
You would hurt me like this.
Cuz there ain’t no love,
In god or of men.
If a person can’t be, alone for a week,
without needing a friend.
So I’ll keep the love, and try to be enough.
Just like it’s always been.
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4. |
So Go On..
03:14
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So go on, good timer...
make your moves.
So go on, old timer...
tell me I'm wrong.
Cuz I'm just trying to find
my place in this mess.
And hold onto who I
think I am.
So go on...
Go on, Mr. Hangman,
go get your rope.
And go on, gravedigger,
grab your shovel.
Cuz I'm just trying to find
my place in this world.
Even if it's six feet in soil.
So go on...
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5. |
Ourselves (Interlude)
02:40
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I almost left you out by yourself.
But that would have left me out by myself.
But you wouldn't let me out...
and I thank you for that..
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6. |
Left in the Dark
03:48
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Sidewalks and streets, the burning heat.
See, I'm remembering what it's like to miss that..
It's been so long since I've thought of myself,
That I'm drowning in my own resentments
Cuz I used to exist.. I used to exist..
And I'm tripping over what you left behind.
The years I chased you standing in a line.
And nothing hurts like truth that we don't want,
But I'm through being left in the dark..
So what the hell do I do now?
I'm free from you but all alone now..
It's like setting a trap for your own leg..
But knowing that you'll have to lose it.
Cuz I used to exist.. I used to exist..
And I'm tripping over what you left behind.
The years I chased you standing in a line.
And nothing hurts like truth that we don't want,
But I'm through being left in the dark..
So when you wake up all alone one day,
just don't forget the steps you took away.
From yourself and anyone who cared,
enough to see past your mistakes.
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7. |
Raise
03:16
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Plans are easy to keep, when no one’s home.
Faith is easy to keep, when nothing’s wrong.
I walked back that night, with you in mind,
My hand still warm from yours…
So don’t raise your hands up at me
Don’t raise your voice up to me.
Cuz, there’s no love that’s calling you home..
I’m just meant to fall asleep on my own.
Hurt is easy to keep, when nothing is solved.
Towns are easy to leave, when you’re uninvolved.
I hadn’t worked the farm in weeks, my hands were clean,
when I arrived Berkeley just running from who I was..
So don’t raise your kids up like me.
Don’t raise your roots up like me.
Cuz they’ll never know what to call home..
They’re not meant to feel like they’re on their own.
So don’t raise your hands up to me..
And don’t raise your kids up like me…
Cuz I have nothing that I can call home…
So don’t raise your kids up like me.
Don’t raise your roots up like me.
Cuz they’ll never know what to call home..
They’re not meant to feel like they’re on their own.
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8. |
The Devil
03:33
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Please don't think that I blame you for wanting something else. Maybe a different name, cuz I've been there myself. But when your heart stops just don't lose who you are now.
Cuz I don't mean to bother you none... but I think the devil has got my mother. There's a painting that I made, that might have saved her but its too late.
This county is dry, and its all you've ever known. I went away and left you alone. I'll spend my whole life wondering if I was wrong. But when I look up, I feel alone like you.
Cuz I don't mean to bother you none... but I think the devil has got my lover. There's a song that I'd sing, that might have saved us but its just too late.
I've seen Portland and Oakland and more. But nothing matters if I lost who I am in who I've become.
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9. |
Joseph (Fathers)
04:57
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Some nights I'm 17, i can barely sleep, I’m that lost.
Then I wake and I’m 23, and all i can think of is myself.
I’ve pushed more people away, than you’d think.
I’m the kind that ends up alone, but hates it.
So help me, serenade and navigate.
Just hold me, cuz I can’t decide if I’m afraid.
I’m aging, so much faster than it seems.
Then I’m 36, with a wife and kids and blue skies.
And I’m waking up at 5, just to curse a life that I tried
To make so much different than my old man’s.
But I’m so much more like him than I had planned.
So help me, serenade and navigate.
Just hold me, cuz I can’t decide if I’m afraid.
I’ve been wandering, much longer than it seems.
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10. |
Neat Pieces
04:42
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One day, while the sun is going down.
I’ll stop and look around at all the things I’ve lost.
Beds unmade, and my life is slowing down.
As the light falls underground, I’ll toast to all I’m not.
Oh cuz I can’t keep all your pieces neat.
As tucked and sheltered in a box as they might seem.
Oh and you’ve got more than your fingers can
Hold or start to mend into things that you might need.
So let’s lay it all down, and have a drink for the sake of grace.
It's a monday, and my lungs are filling up,
I’ve got more than I might have clung, to in my younger days.
I’m a cheap date, but I make it all about myself.
And though I love and care I shelf, the things I really wanted to say.
Oh cuz I can’t keep all your pieces neat.
As tucked and sheltered in, a box as they might seem.
Oh and you’ve got more than your fingers can
Hold or start to mend into things that you might need.
So let’s lay it all down, and have a drink for the sake of grace.
Im drinking holy water, but I'm starting to lose my faith.
You’re talking but no one’s home.
And when the paintings all fell
the colors ended up on the floor.
Yeah you’re crying but no one’s home.
And I’m like dog, just learning my place.
So let’s lay it all down, and have a drink for the sake of grace.
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11. |
Gospel
04:00
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I’ve not seen, nor heard.
My favorite son, speak his good word.
I’ve seen fear and pride.
In those too scared to sleep at night.
So you’ve rearranged your faith.
until I don’t know what to make of it.
You wish to make a bed.
That your heart can finally rest in…
and you’ve missed the whole point.
I’ve not hurt, not loved
A threat or call from below or above.
I’ve seen fear and pride
From those too scared to sleep at night.
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12. |
Something Left
04:36
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Wayward home.
Stumbling drunk.
Offering help.
But i don't need none.
I’m thrashing about.
My hopes and dreams.
Praying my costume
Starts ripping at the seams.
So take my heart.
for all that it's worth.
It might not be much,
But it's starting to hurt.
Cuz when I see you cry,
So do I…
so i think I got something left inside.
Drive me home,
on that old I-5.
Can barely see,
I got leaving in my eyes.
So take my heart.
for all that it's worth.
It might not be much,
But it's starting to hurt.
Cuz when I see you cry,
So do I…
so i think I got something left inside.
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13. |
Trying (Dying) to Hold
04:46
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I'm driving past the last place that you knew yourself.
Your fathers house on the left, past the fruitstands with crafted signs.
Its where we raised a glass, though i was lost on coastal winds.
I still plant trees in my head, but they only grow the things ive lost
Im just trying to hold onto whatever comes in reach.
Some things bend and some fold, but nothing stays the same.
Yellow fields all paved with years of my innocence.
The waters all gone, so whats the point of the dam that ive bricked myself in?
There used to be homes in a row, with roots i thought I'd never see.
I still plant trees in my head, but they only grow whats already gone.
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Coleton Joe California
Folky/punky sad bops. Everything written and performed by the artist. Photography by @wolvenoir on Instagram.
-CJ
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