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End of my Rope
01:27
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I’ve been at it for years
I don’t know how to quit
Hit the end of my rope, still pulling this shit
Am I getting older? Is this anhedonia heavy?
Did you hit it too hard or buy a ticket to ride
To a death of despair or just slow suicide
Cos it might make you strong but it don’t ever stop being heavy
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2. |
Mind and Body
01:45
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Everyone has a brain
And everyone has a mind
And in the space between the future and the past is where we find ourselves
Where everyone has a heart
And everyone has a soul
Everyone has a self and they’ve got a mouth and they’ve got an asshole
But what’s it worth?
Cos when my body dies,
When my lungs are filled with fluid, who will know I was alive?
Yeah what’s it worth
Cos when our bodies die
When our lungs are filled with fluid, who will know we were alive?
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3. |
Graven Image
02:50
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Dodging silver bullets from the barrel of your tongue
Drinking blood like wine the way we did when we were young
But I just couldn’t be all those things you wanted to see
I was carving out my graven cross to bear
I still haven’t shown you all the ways that I have grown
But I’m tired of pretending that I care
I will live and die a thousand times before I’m gone
And with this final cycle comes breaking of the dawn
You just couldn’t see all those things I wanted to be
And these countless compromises can’t compare
I still haven’t shown you all the ways that I have grown
But I’m tired of pretending that I care
One day we will be
all the things we wanted to see
And we will show it in our words and in our actions!
No more nightmares, no more crying
No more sins or testifying
No more getting by on cheap distractions!
We won’t have to keep pretending
life is neverending
And we will show it in our words and interactions!
One day we will be
all the things we wanted to see
And we won’t have to keep pretending that we care
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I just haven’t been myself in weeks
Whole months are gone as I start to peak
These walls are melting as I speak
The air I’m breathing makes me weak
And suddenly older habits start resurfacing again
And I pretend that I think nothing really matters in the end
I just haven’t been myself in months
Whole seasons passing all at once
Defenses failing on all fronts
Still standing, do all my own stunts
And gradually we can feel our hearts grow weary of the grind
And in the silence I am finding I’ve got murder on the mind
My heart attacks
My will is gone
Is this the wall that I will break upon?
Waveform collapse
My mind is gone
Is this the wall that I will break on?
I just haven’t been myself in years
Been living out my greatest fears
Stripped my thread and ground my gears
So let’s all raise a glass and cheers!
Eventually we can feel our hearts grow weary of the grind
And in the silence I am finding I’ve got murder on the mind
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5. |
Trapped in California
05:40
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I’ve been lying on the couch
watching way too much TV
I’ve been waiting for permission just to breath
And I think I was daydreaming that you walked through my front door
But tonight this apartment will stay empty
I was thinking back to August
and that party at the University
3AM and you still picked up your phone
And I asked you for a ride
You said ‘I’m drunk’ I said ‘that’s fine
just take your bike, come meet me here and we’ll walk home.’
Then we stopped off at the diner
You got breakfast, I got lunch
And we talked it out until the sun came up
And I wish that I’d done more than chew on ice and watch the floor
When you said this living didn’t suit you much anymore
You said they kicked you off the Amtrak
Drunk and screaming in your seat
And we ain’t ever hopped no freight or thumbed no ride
When I didn’t hear from you, must have been about week two
I was screaming at the phone ‘I thought you died’
You said they stuck you up in LA, they took your license and your shoes
And I still suspected someone done you worse
When I set down the phone I felt the distance we had grown
To this day I wonder who stopped calling first
I miss you most on nights like this
And it rained in Minneapolis all week
But I don’t mind the rain tonight
Year’s been so dry
I’ve been lying on the couch, watching way too much TV
Daydreaming of us in some midwestern state
If you could take a phone call I would fly you out tonight
We’d catch up over drinks and empty plates
We’d get sushi
We’d get pizza
We’d have pasta
We’d have pie
You wouldn’t be stuck out on the west coast
and you wouldn’t have had to die
out on the streets of California, with nowhere to stay
and nothing to eat
So far away from all your friends
You could’ve got back on your feet
If for once I’d made an effort
If for once I would just try
You wouldn’t be stuck out on the west coast
and you wouldn’t have had to die
out on the streets of California
All alone
I miss you most on nights like this
And it rained in Minneapolis all week
But I don’t mind the rain tonight
Year’s been so dry
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6. |
Artifacts
02:36
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What will our dark ages look like
When all that’s around us collapses?
And where will our artifacts take us
When all that’s been built is in ashes?
I can’t wait any longer for this world to get better
I can’t wait any longer for this world to improve
We can’t wait any longer for this world to get better
Cos if we don’t do something to change
We’ll never grab hold of the reins
We can’t wait any longer for this world to get better
We can’t wait any longer for this world to improve
There’s no time left for waiting for this world to get better
Cos if we don’t do something to change
We’ll never be free from these chains
Cos the biome’s collapsing
The climate’s destabilized
Hurricanes, twisters and floods
Antarctica’s melting
The sea level’s rising
There’s microplastics in my blood
Panopticon war with police killing people
And getting away with their deeds
For each waking moment enslaved to a dollar
To serve their insatiable need
It’s time to wake up
And take what we need
To wake up and fight!
Stick the pigs watch them bleed
We’ll feast on their fat
And drink up our fill
We don’t have a choice
Cos if we don’t they will
There’s no time left for waiting for this world to get better
There’s no time left for waiting for this world to improve
There’s no time left for waiting for this world to get better
Cos if we don’t do something to change
We’re all gonna fucking die
And that’s not a joke!
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Joe Bartel Minneapolis, Minnesota
incredibly talented / handsome folk musician
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