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Deer Jaw
03:29
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Nothing stands in my way
Impenetrable as ever
And I say it right to its face as though it makes me stronger
Different time Same old place
I let the full void sing to me slowly
Tricksters in the haze
Torn and laden I wait for Better Days
Better Days
I’m not waiting up to see my insides fail
I was made to chase the day
See the lines in my face
Cutting deeper with every step I take
Another place
I make it older, shed its weak embrace
There’s a timeline to race
I shine the light in throwing shadows
I do it in the name of something I saw back in better days
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Kid Stuff
03:22
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There was a time in my life when I had so much planned
A river rock and a nudie calendar hidden in the sand
The creek washed it away
The creek washed it away
There was a time in my life when I was so cut up
Me and my brother introduced our hands to razors
Ran screaming
Ran screaming
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Heavyhearter
03:12
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Love me harder just like you clean your kill
Heavyhearter, it’s easy
Heavyhearter, Blood under your nails
Oh, it’s easy
When the soil rises and the light fades, I’ll be your tender heart
Heavyhearter, gold-plated bastion
Love harder, it’s easy
Halfhearted, dirt under your nails
Oh, it’s easy
Take it farther, fingers in the car door
Sick father, it’s easy
Stone carver, black water
Oh, it’s easy
When the soil rises and the light fades, I’ll be your tender heart
Rapid starter, Smoke chain partner
Live-in martyr, it’s easy
Make it darker, crashed plane charter
Oh, it’s easy
Love me harder, just like you clean your kill
Halfhearted, It’s easy
Heavyhearter, blood under your nails
Oh, it’s easy
When the soil rises and the light fades, I’ll be your tender heart
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The dead man caught me walking late yester night
He said, “Boy, you’ve got to learn to deal with your fright. Your friends all say you’re nice to them but you’re not to yourself. You’ve got to understand you’re poisoning the well.”
“Forget what you have earned today!”, I heard the dead man shout, but I had walked away too soon and I was filled with doubt
A familiar song rose to my lips but I cut it at the throat
The dead man stood above me now but he was not alone
Right there in his wake I saw a woman dressed in red
I knew her in school and I had coaxed her to my bed
Depleting what I had with her was all that I could do
She spoke to me and I felt the words run on through and run on through
Run on through and run on through
Run on through and run on through
Run on through and run on through
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Yeah, I find myself praying to the man in the prop moon
He holds his head up high when no one thinks he’s around
He responds to every note I leave for him
Signed, forever hidden from all of you
It’s not what it looks like
It’s not what it seems
The man in the prop moon is fast asleep
I sit in my classroom and I wonder what he’s dreaming of
Does he dream of a fortune?
Is he proud of what he made?
Does he dream of a mansion?
Does he dream of slaves?
I don’t know
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Lend
02:36
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It’s an honest mess I guess
As my baby would say
And it’s hard to remember what I came here to do and what I mean
Burning rope and crying liars
You sure know how to throw a boy a party
I guess this is where I’ll be if you need me
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Don’t wait for me to call your name
This shame is pushing its whole weight on me
Me, the one you said you’d have
Don’t fade
It’s all ok stay with me
Don’t wait for me to call your name
This shame is pushing its whole weight on me
Me, the one you said you’d have
Don’t fade
It’s all ok stay with me
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Fighters
04:39
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When you left me where you found me
I was half a broken Smile
Feel the moment pass
Feel the hallway crashing down on me
Stolen marble tiles
Cool my body down
The ceiling light blurs and
I meet the fighters
See if they’ll have me now
Nostalgia makes me angry
Taking part in what I want
And though I shouldn’t I just stare in
Face the blinding gray
Fighting in the name of
Fighting in the name of
When my vision starts to fade
The truth will force itself on me
The ceiling light blurs
I meet the fighters
See if they’ll have me now
Fighting in the name of
Fighting in the name of
Fighting in the name of
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Horror Star
04:20
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What a real son of a bitch you are
Dressing up just like my favorite horror star
Yes you do
And it’s true
I got a broken arm tattoo
And a fallen eye that sees right to you
breaks and bleeds through all my favorite clothes
It’s hard to say
It’s hard to say
Yeah it’s hard to say what that means to me
With me you’re a lonely woman
And with me I’m a lonely man but
When we start shooting we start falling
And that had to be our plan
What a real son of a bitch I am
Dressing up just like my favorite broken man
Yes I do
And it’s true I got a poison rind for you
And a swollen throat that sings quite clearly
Breaks and bleeds through all of your bad nights
It’s hard to say
It’s hard to say
Leave it here, I’m leaving, don’t be talking bout it, just gotta let it be
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Aquarium
04:02
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Third time this week she’s been to the drowning man
Her mother takes her by the hand
And leads her through the halls
Staring through glass windows where guilty men drown
Drowning Man
Drowning Men
She makes the silence as calming as she can
Sometimes her mother cries
Sometimes she laughs
Sometimes she doesn’t do a thing
Very worst to see is eyes falling
What do they see
What do I see
Drowning man
Drowning man
She can feel the water pooling in her hand
She can barely hear his screams
He’s far too late for help
And there upon his grasping hand
Lays a sterling wedding band
This drowning man
Drowning man
Drowning man
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When the tyrant comes
I pray you know your fortune
Because petals and scythes and fallen eyes
Will meet you at the garden
Don’t break a word
Hail the sullen prophets
For they won’t bring you back
No, they won’t take you home
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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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