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Bad Like Before (Intro)
00:55
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I've been bad like before
I was bad before you knew me
Now I feel like I should be bad again
Tearing in to the light
Tearing in to those who shame me
My conscience puts up a fight
But I'm not there
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2. |
Real Life Toy
03:31
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Reaching out
Like a real life toy
Gather round the altar of the lost dog
I don't want to be the one to fall into the mine
but it sure feels like somebody should
Gunshot snake
Sunburned skin
Baby’s breath
Lilly of the valley
Yeah I don't want to be the one to fall into the mine
But it sure feels like somebody should
From my hands to your hands into nothing
From my eyes to your skin into nothing
No I don’t want to die tonight
I don’t want to see
The glint of eyes inside the mine
Their hands reaching for me
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3. |
Don't Mind It
02:50
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No I don’t mind it
If it tricks you like it tricks me
We’re torn and beaten creatures now
I wish I was holy
Like you are now
But I keep my heart packed up and stowed
In long forgotten places
I wasn’t cut free
Till the cloud came low and drowned me
I heard my baby turn to salt
I wish my owl eyes could guide me home
Daylight hours blind me
Like the beauty of the weeping willow
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4. |
Hotel Bar
01:55
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I belong in a hotel bar by myself
No home no money on the last legs of my health
But I’m not I’m far away traveling with my wife
Yeah, I’m grateful that I’m still living this old life
Why am I still blue when I’m fine?
And why do I still fantasize about dying sometimes?
I guess it’s just the weight of all my sins
Yeah, I guess that I’m locked in to the way I’ve been
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5. |
Lonesome Habits
01:57
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Whiskey from the bottle and a hornet’s nest of thoughts
I thought I’d be moving on but hey I guess not
I’m a strange sort of traveller
An anxious sort of man
I cry when the snow falls and I think hornets are my friends
Oh I got some lonesome habits
But they ain't killed me yet
Oh I got some lonesome habits
but damn I got some good friends now
goddamn I got some good friends now
I ain't ever pulled the trigger
But I've had guns in my mouth
I love that blues music but I’ve never been down south
I got a cold shouldered highway buried in my heart
The keys are in my pocket but you've got the car
Oh I got some lonesome habits
but damn I got some good friends now
goddamn I got some good friends now
Goddamn I got some good friends now
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6. |
Too Many
03:12
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I’m going home but I’m not going blind
I’m staying in but I'm not wasting my time
Too many little alibis
Too many animals in my head when it comes to you
and it always comes to you
And please forgive me soon
For all the good times that I've ruined
That peace i seek still taunts me and your love it calms my aching mind
Yeah your love it calms my aching mind
Hey hey my baby
I climbed down the sandstone to see you
Please don’t let my scrapes be in vain
Oh lord how I’ve missed you
Oh lord how I’ve missed you
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Stray Dog
02:37
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I’m in no rush to make sense of my life that is true
But I spend most times thinking and dreaming on you
Though I think like a stray dog in a hallway on fire
I imagine a world gone to seed and I end up so tired
And still I’ll be kissing you
Still I’ll be kissing you
I come from the country I settle my debts
I live with a storm cloud raging inside of my chest
But you calm me and you teach me to live with my fears
And with any luck I’ll be here
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8. |
Man Who Stays
04:04
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Don’t forget the man who stays
It’s quite the line, I’m only dying
Don’t forget the man who pays
The quiet mind is always lying
I might not say so but I’m still afraid of your mind and your gun and your lies
You might not think so but I’m still awake when you come home and open the blinds
Hide your busted hands in dirty rags
Cry, cry all night and only the devil will hold you
Only the devil will hold you
Don’t forget the man who stays
It’s quite the line, I’m only dying
Don’t forget the man who pays
The quiet mind is always lying
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9. |
Hollow
02:46
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Easy on my mind
Hard upon the body
That’s how the tale is told
Heavy on my chest
Sunlight in the wound
I never fill with light
Hummingbirds fly ‘round
They take my pain in doses
Small animated death
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Tom Foe Corvallis, Oregon
Tom Foe is a long term songwriting music project of Jay A. Baker. Themes of beauty, texture, and ache.
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