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It Takes What It Takes
04:03
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It Takes What It Takes
Break the glass start askin’ for forgiveness
A public space but it’s nobody’s business
Semi fore understated cryptic
Takes one to know one can’t vouch for the witness
Polygraph on an artificial spring day
We could choose but can’t pick the right phrase
Inside down upside in the corn maze
Getting’ lost in the middle of a work day
Everything’s catching on fire tonight
Everything’s catching on fire tonight
Digital collusion cookin’ analog tripe
It takes what it takes
Had to laugh you could chew it with your mouth closed
Bad decision made down at the cross roads
Enough to share not enough to reload
Birthday card sent to the wrong group home
Handbook update off to the control freak
The re-appearance of saying what you don’t mean
Flat earth joker jonesin’ for the vaccine
Mumps and measles, polio and wet dreams
Everything’s catching on fire tonight
Everything’s catching on fire tonight
Digital dominion stealin’ analog rights
It takes what it takes
A buddy system and the void that follows team sports
Long division reduced it now it’s too short
The way you say it signaling the soft core
Eat the rich hydration for the piss poor
Everything’s catching on fire tonight
Everything’s catching on fire tonight
Digital resentment pushin’ analog spite
It takes what it takes
Everything’s catching on fire tonight
Everything’s catching on fire tonight
Digital resentment pushin’ analog spite
It takes what it takes
It takes what it takes
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Mountains To Move
03:50
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Mountains to Move
A sour forecast, new windshield wipers
Bloody knuckles, rotten egg timer
A choice divided, the crashing threshold
Symptomatic, impressive fools gold
It started like it was never gonna stop
Started like it was everything we’d want
Slowly shifted focus on the drop
Fading, we can’t find the groove
It once was great but now there are mountains to move
It’s been recycled, a duller version
A lacking performance, the breathing you phoned in
lose it or use it, test your sarcasm
The scary questions you’re never askin’
It started like it was never gonna stop
Started like it was everything we’d want
Slowly shifted focus on the drop
Fading, we can’t find the groove
It could be great but now there are mountains to move
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I Think I’m Being Poisoned
Treasonous keys for confederate locks
The motives are cold but the barrels are hot
Its as old as the book always rich against poor
Keep revving them up so they’ll help start a war
The curse of the clock a seasonal gasp
The signal was on but you got here so fast
A stick for my eye better give up a clue
Its loud and succinct can’t tell which ones the fool
We were gonna try to be ourselves until it got annoying
Now I really need some help I think I’m being poisoned
The best is never good enough until you cant afford it
Maybe none of this is true but I think I’m being poisoned
sleep in your chair until the fortune arrives
No presents this year and you never say die
Pull back the wings they cover up horns
Telegraph fear with your hooves on the floor
You worry too much everybody’s insane
What could mean there’s no longer a way
A voice in our ear better step on the clutch
But it shifts by itself and it wont let you catch up
We were gonna leave where it was if we could avoid it
Maybe you should throw a rope I think I’m being poisoned
They told me that we’d melt before, never close to boiling
Maybe none of this is real but I think I’m being poisoned
I did my time and you did your best
But your best was a joke and you should’ve done less
But you’re smarter than me it’s your version of things
It keeps writing it’s self and you need to learn how to read
You thought that they would wanna catch it it you made it pointed
Probably use a mask and gloves, I think I’m being poisoned
What if all the plans were bad and we never get rewarded
Help me find the anecdote I think I’m being poisoned
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4. |
Every Name, Every Face
03:35
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Every Name, Every Face
Politics aside, there’s no way you agree
Each name has a face, each voice a claim to sing
Politics aside, it’s a manufactured threat
Preparing for the worst, prolonging the neglect
Running your mouth, such a poisonous sound
Can’t you hear the bells
Moving targets, empty ice chests
is it yours to sell
It works on your block
Politics aside, it’s a manufactured threat
Fire up your base, deceive the treble clef
Fire breathing, over reaching
Crossing every line
Color blinder, slow rewinder
Hate you wont define
It lives in your house
Politics on top, the color of your skin
You’d like a closer match, to help you hide your sin
Ivory towers, curfew hours
anything but safe
Do you think it’s tragic, stuck in traffic
You’re not part of the change
It sleeps in your bed
Every name, every face
Every name, every face
Every name, every face
Every name, every face
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Deep Enough
04:10
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Deep Enough
You were almost strong
‘cause you’re almost tough
But you stopped somewhere
And never quite grew up
Maybe too many dreams
You should’ve made a plan
It’s no accident
you still can’t understand
Would you survive the fall
Did you think you could take that punch
Did it ever cross your mind
It might not be deep enough
Did you lose your frame
Where did the reference go
You wanted speed it up
But that’s not how you make it glow
With all of their eyes on you
You thought that you’d show ‘em how
Thought that they’d need your light
But they blew you out
Would you know which turn to make
Or the place where you’d need to jump
You thought it would break your fall
But it wasn’t deep enough
There’s nothing lonelier
There’s nothing lonelier
There’s nothing lonelier
There’s nothing lonelier
Than your own voice
I know that you’ll never try
To earn back our trust
You’d have to admit your fault
That you’re the one that got us stuck
I know that you’ll never learn
You can’t wait around for luck
You’ll never face the truth
It just wasn’t deep enough
It’s never been deep enough
It wont ever be deep enough
There’s nothing lonelier
There’s nothing lonelier
There’s nothing lonelier
There’s nothing lonelier
Than your own voice
Than being wrong
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6. |
Philosophical Stammer
03:41
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Philosophical Stammer
I see the light under your door
You just woke up to check the score
Still trying to drink the rain
But it melts your teeth
It’s not what you want to believe
I see a light in the crawl space
You set out early and showed up late
Still trying to plant a seed
In the wet cement
It’s the wrong growth to expect
Can’t fix the logic it’s not very smart and it should break my heart
You turn yer harsh words towards the ones that you know got out of the boat
There’s a life line to throw but you’re gonna let go
You’re starting to connect the dots
But still think it starts more than it stops
You know you should be yourself
But it feels too weird
that's why you practice in the mirror
Can’t fix the logic it’s not very smart you’re calling it art
You turn yer harsh words towards the ones on the edge that no one defends
This might be the end and you can’t call a friend
No tricks no magic, it’s still flesh and bone, volume and tone
Side step the “not yet” it’s usually off, do you wanna be on
You need to belong but you’re already gone
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7. |
Intermission
01:39
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Trying To Count The Stars
A noble bird, flies so high
Starved to death while you painted skies
The part time grind you’ve made your speech
In thousand years we wont agree
Raise the flag, your on your way
Oh but the car wont start
Read your mind, To mix reviews
Something about a heart
Trying to count the stars
Wiggle room, is awful tight
There’s 60 different, shades of right
It’s good for you but not for me
and all the other in betweens
olive branch but you never showed
Busy fallin’ apart
The more things change I’m still confused
You ruined my favorite part
Trying to count the stars
I said you were crazy and I should’ve found a better word
Completely unstable still unable to explain what we observed
Brothers and sisters, takers and givers
Comes a point to make a change
Did you kill it? Did I walk away?
Roger that, you’re out of breath
You want us to think you’re smart
Lines too thick the colors’ off
The hustle has too far
finally free or are we out of luck
Can’t find a place to park
It’s out of reach, but you’ll talk it up
Something about a heart
Trying to count the stars
You ruined my favorite part
Trying to count the stars
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9. |
Heart String Theory
05:11
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Heart String Theory
I knew my way around, I had the magic words
and an eye for what was moving and what would never turn
there was a whole lot more, when we had less to hide
and knew that I would miss it if I didn't keep picking out the rhythm from the rhyme
now I'm always outta breath, and it's always too steep
it never fills up and it never breaks free
I met you on a star, something like a dream
we were both on skates, two straws in a shake, back when our hands were still clean
was it the failure or the dance, that we were hoping to avoid
it was a lot to keep alive and we could've let it die, we didn't really have a choice
that's when I hit the edge, and my heart stings frayed
sent me back to the start, put me back in my cage
I couldn't breathe no more, no but I didn't need air
'cause it's a different set a rules when you're floatin' up there
I saw you blow a kiss, and give yourself away
you took away my turn, you didn't hear a word, cause you had so much to say
so I found another pin, and started looking for a thought
took the strings off my fingers, and I tried to tie a different kind of knot
I found some light and I pulled it through
I made a pile in the middle of the room and I put a match to you
the smoke was clean and it turned into a song
and I've tried to write it all down and tried to make 'em sing along
I knew my way around and I replay the memories
everything connects, the parts you still reject and the parts I still believe
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You Call It Something Else
You were smoking on the way down
An elevator or a fire place
Do I want to start a business
Can you borrow eighty bucks
If you need to lose my number
I was hoping to avoid a scene
But it works the way it used to
And there’s no distance that would be far enough
Happy hour
Afraid to ask for help
You call it something else
Hearts and flowers
Tried to wish them well
But you call it something else
I was dreamin’ ‘bout the valley
Being young with only rent to pay
We were happy boiling water
Almost ready and still holding hands
When I woke up I felt different
Like the past had turned the volume up
A giant pink eraser
And the battle of the network stars
Closed rehearsal
The over confidence you sell
You call it something else
Paint the ceiling
The disillusion swells
But You call it something else
Do I want to hear a story
Can I listen from across the street
We haven’t seen your scars yet
We’ll probably need to make some room
You finally caught that splinter
I know you tried to dig it out
We should keep our appointment
It might save us when the waters rise
T.V. dinners
Bitterness to quell
You call it something else
Lost without it
Pride wont ask for help
And you call it something else
Tried to wish ‘em well
You call it something else
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Steve Tagliere Texas
Former Gingersol, current Junebird and Steve + Mel, singer songwriter. Los Angeles, Houston, Brooklyn, now Fulshear,TX. Makes up songs and sings 'em. Records 'em at home, usually in the middle of the night while the house is quiet and the family sleeps. ... more
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