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we're back again with a new bag of tricks
back again in a new set of clothes
determined to burn in some harmony
truth is a noose i've got tied on my neck
you know trouble is gold
if you look at it right
steady,
hearts have got to break free eventually
you've got to break free eventually
you've got to break free eventually
you've got to break free
back again with a new bag of tricks
our shadows glowing in a different light
you know the wind is whistling in my ears
"you know there's gold in dirt
if you look at it right"
steady,
hearts have got to break free eventually
you've got to break free eventually
you've got to break free
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who's got an answer
who's got a thought
who needs a reason
who's got a watch
what is the purpose
and what is the point
what is the problem
and what is your pleasure
where am i going
where have i been
where are you off to
now where is the moon
when are we meeting
and when will i know
when is the ending
and when do we go
why are my wings cut
now why are they gone
why did i drift off
and why did i fall so hard
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three good ol' boys
in a fire red convertible
cutting loose
looking up towards the sunset
total control
lost, ripped, and twisted
through the desert sky
good people know
there's somewhere else they'd rather be
three good ol' boys
working towards a savage dream
three good ol' boys
working for the american dream
three good ol' boys
working towards a savage dream
three good ol' boys
looking for the american dream
three good ol' boys
looking for the american dream
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You,
you are the sails to my ships
the signs down every road
the clarity through my foggy nights
You,
You are the motion to my stillness
the dancer through my silence
the sun behind my moon
You,
you are the rhythm to my blues, my blues
you are the rhythm to my blues, my blues
yeah, it's true
there has to be some bitterness
to make it all more sweet
You,
you are the queen of my kingdom
the answers to my riddles
the bones under my skin
You,
you are the depths to my shallows
the truth in my lies
the blood that's through my veins
and every time you bleed
i bleed right there with you
right there with you
right there with
You,
you are the rhythm to my blues, my blues
you are the rhythm to my blues, my blues,
yeah, it's true
there has to be some bitterness,
to make it all more sweet
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never ever was enough
it never could've been
never should've been enough
a little bit here
now a little bit there
now a little bit's far too much
once is a lot
if that's all you bought
now count your blessings man
a little bit here
and a little bit there
now a little bits far too much
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he's a monster
he shakes time
he's a lion with no pride
he's burning out
he's burning in
he's ashing down
he's firing up
he's off for days
off from the frame
outside the box
inside the swirl
now he's out for more
some kind of whore
some kind of witch
just something more
he doesn't have a heart
until he needs it
and he never shows an ounce of pain
don't let that hate get to your heart
don't let that hate get to your head
a devil's shine
with a saint's mind
a chipped tooth
and a stiff neck
now he's out for more
some kind of whore
some kind of witch
just something more
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mountains on the forest scene
seem so far from the road
lights flicker through the city
while people crowd the streets
empty out all the cartridges
fill in the empty lines
flood screens with vibrant colors
build bridges in the gaps
stay calm through all the shaking
it's rough, but ending soon
home base is around the corner
and they're calling out your name
well if i don't wake up tomorrow
tell my world i meant the best
tell mom i caused no trouble
tell dad my head was high
while broken people whisper
the anger screams so loud
the time bomb is ticking
and ticking, ticking, ticking
if your days we're up for ransom
how much would they be worth?
and if your soul was held captive
would you fight to get it back?
boxed in by all the circles
dull patterns lead the way
excite in a handful
just dust you blow away
well if i don't wake up tomorrow
tell my world i meant the best
tell mom i found no trouble
tell dad my head was high
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what do you know about dreaming?
since you've never seen past the sky
what do you know about dreaming?
the sun it rises without you
find me some darkness to shine in
find me some tales and tricks
find me a ring of fire
to burn through all my thick, dark, holes
first,
listen close,
to those quiet ghosts,
then let them roll away,
then,
listen close,
to your lover's words,
and let them set you straight
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"The House is for Sale, But the Songs are Free" is the last collection of songs recorded in the basement of my childhood home in Hollis, New Hampshire. The writing and recording took place through all of 2011 and into early 2012, then we're brought to ClarkCreative recording studios for mixing/mastering on May 30th of 2012. A few weeks ago i turned 20 years old, and in just a few more weeks i'll be moving out to New York City to pursue new musical endeavors. These songs are the last reflection of my old basement, my old porch, my old yard, my old town, my old life...
It's good to always remember where you come from.
Cheers to all and thanks for listening.
PHILEEP
released May 30, 2012