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Great White North
03:37
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I feel like a reprobate with an addiction
Cutting withdrawal symptoms with spiritual prescriptions
And when my shame disguises itself as conviction
I trade a relapse for remission
She says something profound I’m left searching my head
Because I don’t want be arm-wrestling you until I’m dead
the Evangelicals are screaming that it’s something I misread
All your thoughts and your prayers are best left unsaid
Would a good, good Father stand by?
Someday I’ll finally find my truth
and I won’t need you
Someday I’ll finally shed my youth
And I won’t need you anymore
Some days I dream of driving off to the great white north
And dying lost like Chris McCandless
Cause I would gladly eat a ten pound bag of rice
to finally learn what true freedom is
Would a good, good Father stand by?
Someday I’ll finally find my truth
and I won’t need you
Someday I’ll finally shed my youth
And I won’t need you anymore
Someday I’ll finally find my truth
and I won’t need you
I want my sweatshirt back
You can take all our mutual friends
I won’t listen to our song
And I’m burning all the pictures
Don’t hold your breath
because I won’t be coming back
I wish you were more like who I need you to be
I wish you were more like who I need you to be
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Victimless Crime
03:13
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You wrote me a letter
And I don't know why
If you wanna get better just let go
And let sleeping dogs lie
You said your love was charity
And I didn't know it
You said that you could fix me
But I wasn't broken
Maybe it's a Victimless Crime
But if peace is what you're hoping to find
Just 'cause you look don't mean you'll find it
You started flipping tarot cards and reading the stars
Looking for your justification
When all you had to do was just say the word
And I'd leave you to find your own salvation
I don't fear you
But maybe you should hear me
'Cause when your god of justice comes "reaping the wheat"
It won't be me lying through my teeth
Maybe it's a Victimless Crime
But if peace is what you're hoping to find
Just 'cause you look don't mean you'll find it
Maybe it's a Victimless Crime
But if peace is what you're hoping to find
Just 'cause you look don't mean you'll find it
Don't mean you'll find it
If you didn't love me who wasted who's time?
And if you didn't love me who's gonna have
A harder time sleeping at night?
I'm not angry or vengeful or looking for a fight
I just want you to see what it means if you're right
Maybe it's a Victimless Crime
But if peace is what you're hoping to find
Just 'cause you look don't mean you'll find it
Maybe it's a Victimless Crime
But if peace is what you're hoping to find
Just 'cause you look don't mean you'll find it
Don't mean you'll find it
No, it don't mean you'll find it
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A six pack and a blanket in the back of my car
Staying up through the night, not minding driving in the dark
We stayed there for the weekend, getting drunk and singing songs
feeling infinite for the moment, 'till the feeling is gone
Stopping at a fruit stand to buy an apple pie
We eat it with our fingers, no time passing us by
Wading out to the sand bar, waist deep in the lake
No thought of tomorrow, no agenda to make
I want to live in the space between
The simple truth and the little things
How does it feel to finally be free?
I think that’s what I feel when you're next to me
when you're next to me
Face down at the toilet, reciting "Hail Mary"
While the rest the house is sleeping, you’re there next to me
What is true love if it ain’t suffering together,
Depression with pleasure?
I want to live in the space between
The simple truth and the little things
How does it feel to finally be free?
I think that’s what I feel when you're next to me
when you're next to me, oh
I want to live in the space between
The simple truth and the little things
How does it feel to finally be free?
I think that’s what I feel when you're next to me
when you're next to me
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4. |
The Score
03:20
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"Voce mea ad dominum clamavi"
'cause I'm tired of being the only one who cares
I'm searching for more than locus and honey
so I'm leaving you 'cause happiness is only real when shared
I don't know how to feel losing you
If it's jubilation or grief
Maybe they'll find me with a note saying
"This rifle killed the bear that killed me"
Oh my God, I am chasing you again
'Cause even when it hurts, I'm always wanting more
Oh my God, they say you're blameless without sin
But the Church is your body and your body keeps the score
I'm searching for a self-inflicted martyrdom
Like Alex Supertramp I'm gonna put myself in danger
If there's no room to be safe in the inn
I'll gladly die alone damned to the manger
I don't know how to feel losing you
If it's jubilation or grief
Maybe they'll find me with a note saying
"I had a happy life, thank the lord" on me
Oh my God, I am chasing you again
'Cause even when it hurts, I'm always wanting more
Oh my God, they say you're blameless without sin
But the Church is your body and your body keeps the score
Oh my God, I am chasing you again
'Cause even when it hurts, I'm always wanting more
The Church is your body and your body keeps the score
The Church is your body and your body keeps the score
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Into the Wild
01:05
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And the shame I feel
To know that it wasn't real
A waterfall of emotions feeds a dissociative river
But I crave the thrill
Sometimes I feel you still
Nagging pain like a hangnail or sliver
And I don't know where I'm going
But I know I have to go
Not afraid of disappearing into the wild
Cause this place was never home
Maybe truth faith is losing who I thought you were
To find where you really are
Not in the earthquake, or the fire, or the flood
But a whisper in the dark
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Graffiti
04:48
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We were laughing and talking
And swearing under our breath
In the tenth pew singing
"How great Thou Art" I felt a hand on my back
She said “stop that, it ain’t Holy
Read the scriptures, proclaim them boldly”
And I felt broken, and ashamed and guilty
Well I grew up in a city
With more crosses than graffiti
But if you ask the locals, oh you press for meaning
You’ll find they’re empty
Here is the church and here is the steeple
And all the pious, godless people
Praying on their knees and crying "amen"
Just to make themselves feel clean again
When my best friend in our dorm room
Told me they weren’t straight, it was an issue
In my head, cause I didn’t know that
Imago Dei could look like them
Here is the church and here is the steeple
And all the pious, godless people
Praying on their knees and crying "amen"
Just to make themselves feel clean again
And you say the cross is humble,
Then why do I feel ashamed?
And you say that you are love,
Why do your followers hate?
And you say do not fear
Why do you hide your face?
Because I want to know, I want to know
How great thou art?
I want to know how How great thou art
How great, how great thou art?
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I'll Be Okay
04:58
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Oh, I want to believe in the little things
In silver linings and the songs I sing
Wandering Marquette or Traverse City
Or watching sunsets when you're not with me
Oh I'll be okay, I'll be okay
When I finally learn to heal myself
Oh I'll be okay, will you be okay
When you're the one who's missing out?
I'll find myself, find myself
Heading north on M-22
With the windows down and an open sunroof
Sufjan playing, lake to my left
Getting lost in the pines with an open six pack
Oh I'll be okay, oh I'll be okay
When I finally learn to heal myself
Oh I'll be okay, will you be okay
When you're the one who's missing out?
It's gonna take time
It's gonna take all the songs that
You'd knew I would write
But they're not for you
I hope you start regretting when
I move on to something new
Something new
Oh I'll be okay, oh I'll be okay
When I finally learn to heal myself
Oh I'll be okay, will you be okay
When you're the one who's missing out?
When you're the one who lives with the doubt?
When you're not the one I think about?
I'll find myself, I'll find myself
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Burned my money and my ID
Set off to the west hitch-hiking
Beautiful blueberries were ripe to eat
But we stuffed our mouths with potato seeds
The holy gates covered in political stickers
Blood of the covenant, water of the womb
Which is thicker?
Well, hell seems like a restful place
Won't cut my hair or hide my face
The virgin birth's just not my taste
Too much red tape on amazing grace
I'm not afraid to leave it all behind
I don't need mothers or father or the divine
Now that I've traded a Datsun for a magic bus
and the stampede trail for a grave
"I need you to help me, I'm injured near death
too weak to last another day."
I can't recall the last time it felt like you cared
I can't recall the last time it felt like you were there
But for the first time, I'm letting go
But for the first time, I'm letting go
But for the first time, I'm letting go
and I don't need you but I want you still
I don't need you but I want you still
I don't need you but I want you still
I don't need you but I want you still
I don't need you but I want you still
(it's lonely to be right // oh, I love you boy, I never meant to hurt you)
I don't need you but I want you still
(it's lonely to be right // oh, I love you boy, I never meant to hurt you)
I don't need you but I want you still
(it's lonely to be right // oh, I love you boy, I never meant to hurt you)
I don't need you but I want you still
(it's lonely to be right // oh, I love you boy, I never meant to hurt you)
I don't need you but I want you still
(it's lonely to be right // oh, I love you boy, I never meant to hurt you)
Some days I dream of driving off to the great white north
and dying lost like Chris McCandless
Some days I dream of driving off to the great white north
and dying lost like Chris McCandless
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Lucas Powell Lansing, Michigan
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