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High Test
07:16
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Standing
Freezing
Chattering
32 porcelain
Called out from the bullpen
My fear hangs above in a halo
I can feel the electric pulsing glory
It seeps into my eardrums
Humming constant
Dripping onto my spine
I wake up
Too much red meat
Not enough green
Too much caffeine
Not enough sleep
Colors stripped from my ego
I float hollow
With all the barren trees
Sayonara identity
It’s muted
Freaking flipping out of my mind
Caught this disease from a good friend
Airborne contact
Like Elliot and E.T.
Try not to think about thinking
Talking
Breathing
Just keep driving through your life
And wake up
A.M. static vision
Buzzing
Hissing
Crew-cut conflict all through my life
Small guy small strike zone
Always walking
So I never had to swing
Stuck behind in-between my eyes oh
The alcohol left me paralyzed
Withdrawal panic weekend
Detox dancing
Jesus Christ on an Easter Sunday
High Test gasoline
High anxiety
High Test gasoline
High anxiety
High anxiety
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2. |
J Card
03:44
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Staring at my face on the J Card I can see all of my pain
Inside the mug shot frame
The life all washed away
I can smell the bar at Bacchus in the sleepy New Paltz town
I’m still wandering around
Searching for the modern sound
I flip my longest finger to the jaded dreams that my high school head had
I’m now happier than sad
I’m now thinking like my Dad
So bury me deep well beneath the canyons of my mind
Beyond the Nashville skyline
In the badlands of my time
Cause I sing from the heart babe
And you just mess with my brain
Yeah I speak in confidence babe
And you just manipulate
Don’t call me insane
Don’t dig out my grave
The brothers broke up I’m nothing now but a one man solo show
Watching the trash bands make it big
While I scribble on my page
So woe is me whoa look at me
Caught in the mental rodeo
The one I keep spiraling down
The one I can’t seem to get out
So I take a sip
Swish and spit all the poison out my mouth
I look up to see my face
I’m the only one to blame
Well I could pass away
And you’d forget my face
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3. |
Being Divine
03:45
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No need to rewind your mind
You’re moving forward in time
Keep your eyes on the back road
And cruise into the view
Debut your new being divine
The grass needs a haircut
Just like a friend of mine
Just like a guy I know
Just like my very self
The summers seem to drag on
The school year just shoots right by
Oh how I wish that was the case
Oh how I wish that was the way
Life’s not so secure so slam the Goddamn door
Test the water before you swallow
Your 8:30-4:30 hole
Scrape your knees on the plank of pane
Praise the Lord he gave a window to climb out again
The grass grows from the gutters of my parents’ house
I rubberneck and cruise right by
Ain’t got no time to lend a helping hand
Ain’t got no time to be a loving man
The girls walk their clothes to the Laundromat
The guys swallow cigarettes in the street
Oh how I wish I was in a scene
Oh how I wish my grass was green
Being Divine
Being Divine
Being Divine
Being Divine
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4. |
Feng Shui Body Function
03:39
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5. |
Frances Ethel Gumm
04:18
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Don’t steal my style
Cause I have yet to perfect it
Don’t lose your smile
Cause you look best when you wear it
Transplant your roots
Cause you don’t grow like you used to
When will I wash out my green eyes
And become a loving guy
Judy Garland
I’ve been listening to the double disc
Of you singing your most famous songs at Carnegie Hall
Frances Ethel Gumm
Did you know what you would become
Dorothy ruby red a true American legend
My fame crashed right through the window
I just wish I was there to catch it that day
They said no way man it flew like lighting
And I said
Well okay
I shouldn’t have played hooky from Marlboro High School
I guess every day you learn something new
I’m drowning now in my own shoes
The ones I grew into
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6. |
Grandpa DeFelice
03:36
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There’s a ton of things that happen in a day
That you could write a song about
So why be blocked just stack them up and knock them down
Says the grandfather on my father’s side
While the gloss of love filmed over his eyes
I sang another tune in the afternoon
Me and him in his living room
It’s a shame that I can’t take his advice
Staring blank page blank face like I forget how to write
But I could disappear
Sleep for a whole year
Grow into my fear
Cut off my left ear
But who would write my songs
There’s a dozen things that happen in a day
That you could beat yourself about
But why be cross just stack them up and knock them down
Says the grandfather on my son’s father’s side
While the gloss of love filmed over his eyes
He sang another tune to the midnight moon
All alone in his living room
It’s a sin the way people waste away their lives
There ain’t a single thing you can take when you die
But who would write my songs
Who would kiss my girl
Who would feed my dog
Who would pay my bills
Who would test the water
Who would be the loving man
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7. |
Open Attic
04:10
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Open the attic this season
Give me one more reason
To feel the way I did back in high school
Pull the stairs out from the ceiling
I get an awful feeling
The golden days have all gone grey today
Life is getting scary
Conor’s getting married
And Jesse’s all caught in his lighting coma
Some did four years of college
Some did four years of drugging
And in the end we all have changed
Open the attic this season,
Give me one more reason
To feel the way I did back in high school
Its so 2008 in the hometown pizza place
When I go in
No face has changed
It kinda makes me freak
And then instantly warms me
As I drop my CD in Bubba’s SUV
Passed out on my parents’ couch
Up on the 3rd floor crawl space where we used to party
It’s a cruel wash of blue
That I keep falling into
Watching the ghosts of my memories as they tease and taught me
It eats me so from inside out
I crack a COORS to wash it down
Cause I know that I can’t join them they exist inside another
Dimension of reality
I think I might be going crazy
Take me back to the Open Attic
Back when I was the only one
Who’d seriously take you to prom
I know now I only feel empty
A ghostly floating body
I’m ready for the ending
I’m ready for this ending
Cause I’ll never be
Brand New.
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8. |
Convertible Life
03:28
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Is this the year
That I lose my head
And spiral down the stairs
Of my DNA
And lose myself as I
Get all wrapped up in it
In the dizziness
In the dark voices
Could I unwrap myself
From the inside out
Without tearing my
Internal tissue casting of
What makes me me
What makes up of everybody
In the constant stream
Of conscious life dreams
I want
Convertible life
60’s sunshine
I want
A selfless disguise
Eternal lifetime of
What makes me me
What makes up of everybody
Too many people my age are dying now
Count them on both of my hands and scrub them out
Too many people my age are drugging now
Count them on both of my hands and cut them out
Too many people my age are dying now
Count them on both of my hands and wash them out
Too many people my age are freaking out
Count them on both of my hands and help them out
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9. |
Convertible Life Cont.
03:05
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10. |
Sober Sparkles
03:34
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Well lately
I’ve been cruising
Down the sidewalk
On my cycle
When my eyes rolled back in my head
I was watching memories of mine for a while
The whole way home
To Marlboro that’s where I go
When the city’s a drag
With a pack of 52 cards
To pick up my feet
And my bags for the week
I’m seeing sparkles in my sober vision
Organic optical artifacts like some television
Static escaping through a pin puncture projection
Objection I’m in love
I’m in love
Well lately
I’ve been cruising
Down the sidewalk
On my motorcycle
When my eyes rolled back in my head
I was watching memories of mine for a while
The whole way home
To Marlboro that’s where I go
When the city’s a drag
With a pack of 52 cards
To pick up my feet
And pack my bags for the week
I’m seeing sparkles in my sober vision
Organic optical artifacts like some television
Static escaping through a pin puncture projection
Objection divorce lawyer I’m in love
Used to think it was poison
But you know that it is only sumac
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11. |
Road
05:03
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Think I’m due to hit the road sometime
Just me a van and the country side
Something to shake the moss off my back and make me grow some bones
I’m talking panorama scenery through my windows
The road will white wash the walls of my mind
It will bleach and clean out my insides
It will force the vague to solidify
It will be my guiding light
If I don’t go how will I ever know
Think I’m bound to leave this town behind
Saddle up my life and head out west into the sunset
My oh my what a time to be alive
Its gotten complicated I’m double knotted to the railroad line
Look at me ignoring all the signs
Full of young blood so selfish and wise
Oh how I wish I could walk one more time
I’d grab my keys start my Ford and drive
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12. |
A Song
02:31
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I broke my longest fingernail and stubbed my toe today
My horse has got arthritis and the dog done run away
I’m thinking about the happy times when you were still alive
Just smoking Camel cigarettes and trying to survive
I love you even though you’re dead
But I still do my chores trying not to fret my head
I love you even though you’re dead
I should have turned the tractor off
Just like you always said
Well now the screen door’s broken and the kids are getting thin
I miss the smelly socks you used to leave in my kitchen
I miss the way you’d picked your teeth with twigs from our old tree
And ever since you’ve left I’ve been as horny as can be
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13. |
Ignorance Is Bliss
05:52
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There goes my ignorance
Slipping like sand through the cracks
My life’s in this hour glass
I hope God does not drop me
I’ve been dying since I was born
And I’ve never been so sure
Of everything I endured
So I keep looking backward
Today I walked into a bar
And she split my forehead deep
And as the blood rushed from me
I was singing the single
Why can’t it be like it was when we were young
Why can’t it be like it was when we were in love
There goes my blissfulness
Fading with the end of the song
Long gone its original shade
But the color’s still singing
That’s when I get the urge
To strum the dust off the chords
And write myself another tune
But I must feed my family
Screw them let them all
Starve and die
Lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time
God knows it wouldn’t be the last time
That a father failed his family
Why can’t it be like it was when we were/was young
Why can’t it be like it was when we were/was in love
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MARLBORO Marlboro, New York
MARLBORO is an indie rock band from New York’s Hudson Valley formed by singer/songwriter Dante DeFelice and longtime friends Duncan Clark (bass) Matt Bliss (drums) and Joseph Wright (guitar).
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