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Sing the Blues
03:28
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I never thought I’d find happiness
I’ve always leaned towards loneliness
But you have really put me too the test
And now I’ll give you my very best
Who’d have thought I’d never have to sing the blues
I’ve always been the one to lose
From everyone on this earth it’s you I choose
Why should I ever have to sing the blues?
Counting up on the days instead of counting down
Making the best of it in this city town
And I’ll never forget you in your wedding gown
Gold lit by sunset and that heavenly sound
Who’d have thought I’d never have to sing the blues
I’ve always been the one to lose
From everyone on this earth it’s you I choose
Why should I ever have to sing the blues?
Sing the blues
Sing the blues
Sing the blues.
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... Wait for Me
03:52
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All my days I piss away the melodies
Before they fester and go toxic within me
And like an old candle inspiration simmers away
Until I’m left blowing smoke
Cause I’d rather steal from my heroes than write something that is truly my own
Whatever holy hands used to lift me up
Now have a shaky touch (I think there’s too much wine in that cup)
Whenever the plane leaves I’m still in security
Hold up.
Sit tight.
Wait for me.
No wonder Jesus died at 33.
Only 28 and I feel shitty
Cause man having a body can really be a drag
I can barely get it up some days
And these black mirrors only reflect the worst in me
Whatever holy hands used to lift me up
Now have a shaky touch (I think there’s too much wine in that cup)
Whenever the plane leaves I’m still in security
Hold up.
Sit tight.
Wait for me.
What if this was the hardest part of my day?
Just forty hours a week (still have the whole weekend to play)
I could settle down, just gotta pay the toll:
Less producing / More consuming
With accumulation of capital
And a forfeit of soul
Whatever holy hands used to lift me up
Now have a shaky touch (I think there’s too much wine in that cup)
Whenever the plane leaves I’m still in security
Hold up.
Sit tight.
Wait for me.
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Fox + Hound
03:36
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I am the fox
And you are the hound
So similar we might as well be cousins
Except I kiss you on New Years Eve
And I know that film made you cry
But it’s just like you and I
‘Cause I am Romeo
And you are Juliet
And feuding families would keep us from that pulpit
As if they had any say in any of it
Cause if your love meant downing poison
Baby I’d shotgun it
You are a teen
And I’m a cigarette
And people say that I am bad for you
Though I haven’t killed you yet
And my only sense of purpose is when I’m at your lips
So bring me to your lips
I’m burning for your kiss
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Goddamn Loading Screen
00:23
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Panic in the Sheets
05:28
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Last night I awoke
Not knowing where I was at
Am I lucid dreaming? Or is this some mental attack
It’s as if I have to reboot a Windows ‘97 PC
Takes forever just to get to the goddamn loading screen
Feel like I need saved
Or I need unplugged
Panic in the sheets
Been goin’ on for years
Had a vision the sky was falling in
The next day a storm wiped out my hometown
I’m not claiming to be a prophet cause that sounds like a lot of work
Plus you gotta be so sincere
And Lord knows I’m a jerk
Still some nights I can’t shake
Though I’m wide awake
And I stare half-cocked down some fully loaded dream
Like the barrel is in my mouth but the gun’s loaded with blanks
I’ve gotta talk myself down
Like I’m the crazy one
Muttering like a crazy man.
Oh wait.
Need a slap to the face to end this sheep chase
Panic in the sheets
Been goin’ on for years
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House in the Country
04:05
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Let’s buy a house in the country
Where everybody waves and the air is clean
I’ll fill the rooms with song
You’ll fill the cupboards with pottery
I’ll work on the farm with my family
We’ll make love on hot summer nights
With the windows wide open
And no one around to hear
Or we could move to a new city
Treat it just like uncharted territory
Baby, do you want to learn some cartography?
I’ll crew up for films
And you’ll make cash taking stills
We’ll learn the secrets only locals know
And eat where only locals go
Cause if life’s about finding happiness
With you I think I’ve found what life is all about
So we could stay in 'The Land' and get as midwestern as they come
Grow grossly conservative (not to mention fat) in our old age
I’ll work my jobs, you’ll work your jobs
And we’ll get by
And we’ll be happy, you and I.
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Building Up Walls
03:48
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Building up walls although we’re breaking them down
C’mon baby swing that sledgehammer
I wanna knock some boundaries down
Building up walls although we’re breaking them down
With no more closet space these skeletons are finally free to move around
Look at them dance
We used to live in separate space
Points A and B with a timeline
Oh, how I used to miss your face
But absence kept our hearts in place
Now we need to compromise our two lives on one device
Always looking each other in the eyes
While stabbing forks into our thighs
Building up walls although we’re breaking them down
C’mon baby swing that sledgehammer
I wanna knock some boundaries down
Building up walls although we’re breaking them down
With no more closet space these skeletons are finally free to move around
Look at them go
Back when man made up monogamy
No one actually lived past thirty
And sure it exists purely for control; but we never followed gender roles
Because I love you and you love me
Your my wildflower
I’m your honeybee
After that it’s all luck and trust
What do you say; till death or bust?
Building up walls just to break them down
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Last Call, Cleveland
04:04
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Some days I can barely face the world
It’s so artificial and destructive and cold
And other days? I can barely face myself
So I don’t
And I’m worse off for it
And that fear leaves me caustic and biting
Like a dog who’s had his face shoved into shit
Or a cat when you just wanna play with it
Goddamn I can be so down
But I’m so thankful that I have you around
So please come find me at La Cav Du Vin
This rounds on me; we can take it all in
Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name
Where strangers become friends
And friends remain the same
There’s nothing out there
We can’t laugh off in here
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I Wanna Write a Song
05:33
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Just wanna sit down and write a song
Don’t really wanna try to be anyone
Cause even if I’m not someone special
At least I can give it my all
I wanna write about domesticity
Wanna fix my bike and focus on you and me
Maybe throw in a line or two about our great city
Or give up the wit and write sincerely
If you wanted to go on a trip
I’ll grab the keys
We can dip
But if you just want to stay in bed all day
With your head on my chest
In sheets we’ll stay
I’m growing hot peppers, although I’m not sure why
Other than otherwise they will die
Our little garden can bring us so much joy
Just imagine when we have a real one
Wanna put down my phone and pick up my guitar
Maybe play a few over at the corner bar
Perhaps I’ll write a tune before noon
That I’ll only ever play for you
If you wanted to go on a trip
I’ll grab the keys
We can dip
But if you just want to stay in bed all day
With your head on my chest
In sheets we’ll stay
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Philip Hirzel Ohio
Philip Hirzel is a composer and musician, camped around Ohio. He is working on it.
General inquiries: p.w.hirzel@gmail.com
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