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King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong
And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song
And Sonny Liston rubbed some Tiger Balm into his glove
Some things you do for money and some you do for love love love
Raskolnikov felt sick but he couldn't say why
When he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye
Some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun
But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one
Love love is going to lead you by the hand
Into a white and soundless place
Now we see things as in a mirror dimly
Then we shall see each other face to face
And way out in Seattle, young Kurt Cobain
Snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet in his brain
Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above
Some moments last forever, but some flare up with love love love
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I'm Not Here
03:28
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I had a dream, about you it seemed,
so surreal, how you, looked at me.
I do believe, in harmony, perfectly,
with our souls, as one.
Lend me your lips and I'll sing
you a song, my heart is yours
for the taking, give me sometime
to write all my wrongs, my love is
not love that's forsaking, so please;
let me love you.
Your on my mind,
climbing my mountains bending my
spine, oh my, Caroline, history speaks,
through moments that creep tangled in
time with such love Alined .
lend me your
lips and I'll sing you a song, my heart is
yours for the taking, give me sometime to
write all my wrongs, my love is not love
that's forsaking, so please let me love you.
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Junkie
02:34
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He's drunk, once again, with his junkie friends
it's 3 am we can't make amends,
we're all strung out with sin,
what will come next your beautiful
scars are so complexed.
Hold me down I can't breathe,
I feel cold I'm shivering, hold me down,
I cannot breathe, I feel cold, Like Im dying,
I feel cold like I'm dying, so hold me in
your arms, and I'll sing to you, i can't think
of what else to do with you
The sun still did rise in the morning
Time your lips taste like wine my darling
divine I'll keep on telling you that I'm fine.
Truth to be told I'm beginning to decline,
I'll keep telling you all is fine, truth to be
told things are about to decline
Hold me down, I can't breathe
I feel cold I'm shivering, hold me down
I can't breathe I feel cold like I'm dying,
I feel cold like I'm dying, I feel cold like
I'm dying .so hold me in your arms,
I'll sing to you, fairly well,
I'll make it true.
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Fuckitol
02:51
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Breaking my back, once again
whats new, tell me a joke
so that I push through,
my mothers back home, shooting
up, her favorite dose, of fuck it all.
the struggle goes on, believe me,
when I say this to you;
what can I say, your dealt with
the cards that are true.
my flat burnt down, a day ago,
my girlfriend left me alone,
I lost my job, now I'm done,
what to do next is unknown;
I'll right a song for you, to carry
on through, my temples
burnt down, possibly shattered
in its own reality, and it's all
goes well, seemingly living
through hell, and it all seems
well, look at the stars and they'll tell.
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Casey Wayne Smith Portland, Oregon
Hey, I'm Casey and I'm from Whittier California. Not signed by Kistler Records, I'm an independent artist. Started playing
when I was 12 with my mothers guitar that had two strings. Big fan of Dylan, his solo musician years. I also like Neutral Milk Hotel, Oliver Tree and much more. If you ever want to talk, here's my email Caseysmithblog47@gmail.com
Ask me whatever. I'm back.
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