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Brothers In Arms
04:15
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I could spend a life time singing songs, but nothing would come out of that. I swear, the Lord would shoot me down from some high holy place, hidden among the thorns that lay his head. His aim would be precise, and I would fall down with little hope of ever standing up again. I wouldn't fight this anymore. What's the point of swinging at the air? What a sad and sorry ending to a story written long ago. The difference is this chapter ends at twenty two and I can't figure out what happens next. What happens next? I could spend a life time sitting here, residing with my best friends for a year. I tell them everything's alright, my heads on straight. I can't complain. They ask, "then why does every song have so much blame? Maybe you're the one's whose changed?" I know, I'm not the same. Maybe after all there's no more blame. What a sad and sorry ending to a story written long ago. The difference is this chapter ends at twenty two and I can't figure out what happens next. I just can't skip ahead to chapter twenty three to find out what will happen next to me. My heart tells me to stay. My mind tells me to travel. I have brothers in arms, but our legs move us far away. I have trouble committing to these words that I say so maybe after all this time the stories changed...
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I'm Still Alive
04:03
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Well, it's the same old story I keep singing every day. The one where you just break my heart and I'm left with all this shit to say. It's the same old dream that I keep dreaming every day. The one where music calls my name and I try to answer, but every time I say, "What the hell is going on? I live my life in shadows sheltered by an ego built by man. It doesn't mean that much to me anymore." So if the world decides to never put my name across a shining silver screen, at least the wind still chills my skin. If the Lord decides to never take away the pain of living with my sin, at least I know I'm still alive. Hell, I know I'm still alive. Hell knows I'm still alive.
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Like Yesterday
04:03
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These city lights were once a new found home filled with trust for all. You showed that people move on. Just like yesterday, our lives are never quite our own. You use to talk to me in spirit, but my spirit had no voice. And if I die tonight, would you still stand by my side? And if I die alone, should I pray? And if I die tonight, would we still walk hand-in-hand? And if I die alone, should I pray? I went back to a place that I called home. With people everywhere, alone, I parked and watched the Broadway bus drive by and unhappy faces found my own. You use to talk to me in spirit, but my spirit had no choice. And if I die tonight, would you still stand by my side? And if I die alone, should I pray? And if I die tonight, would we still walk hand-in-hand? And if I die alone, should I pray?
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Addictions
03:29
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Have you come to save me now? And after two more drinks and cigarettes, I'm wasted and passed out on this floor. You know, I swear I'll never do this again. It's just another wasted melody I cry out to you in hopes you hear my prayer. And I know you hear this time and again, but addictions make me who I am and like my father before me I won't let go. Let's be honest. You cannot release me from my sins. So you've come to save us all from our stupid choices, but memories will always haunt us and put us right into recession. You'd think that after all these years of hearing memories you'd be sick of it. And I know you hear this time and again, but addictions make me who I am and like my father before me I can't let go. Let's be honest. You cannot release me from my sins. Time will go by fast and I will do my best to make the most of it.
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Billboards
02:08
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Days just go by quicker and our mothers, they get sicker, then they'll die, (and hopefully a fast death) filling rooms with loved ones making sure to have their last words. Maybe call an angel or two, 'cause where I'm going, Mama, I don't think that I can follow you and even if I could, you know, I don't think I'd want to... God is just a billboard's way of saying someone loves you every Sunday, or in my case, back in High School. Forcing you to go and get a whole new group of friends and losing all the best ones you've had. A jealousy, consuming every chance to find new love. Forced to stand attention till the tide has come and gone. If I'm forced to love you, then at least make me your man, and if I'm forced to serve you, then at least show me your plan. Then bury all my bones beneath the ground for one last show then crack open a cold one once you're done and have one for me.
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Hey Hey, Milwaukee
02:24
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You know I'd smoke just one more cigarette but there's a burning in my chest and a feeling in my gut I'd lose the best part of me. You know I'd drive 100 miles north to see that smile on your face and when it's gone I can't replace it, I can't move on. Hey hey, Milwaukee. We share the same Great Lake, but hey hey, Milwaukee, bring her home. You know I'd drink just one more Heineken, but there's a burning in my head and a blurry memory in my brain, it isn't worth it. You know I'd drive 100 miles north for that smile on your face and new places that we should go... but Chicago's here. Hey hey, Milwaukee. We share the same mistakes, but hey hey, Milwaukee, bring her home. Hey hey, Milwaukee, we may share the same damn lakes, but hey hey, Milwaukee, I want her home.
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Knapp St.
02:03
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You fell in love in a hotel. You fell apart in a room on Knapp St. You're having problems finding new friends, so hit the bottle once or twice before you go... Now it's hard to find your own way home. It's getting hard getting older and it's getting old when you know life's getting hard. Those fucking people that you cling to that stab your back once or twice before you go? We'll throw their bodies in the ocean. After all, you know they wouldn't change and you shouldn't change the way you are.
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Confessions
02:29
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Well I promised to myself some many years ago that whiskey brought the best in me and quitting was a joke. So I bottled up my sins and cast them to the side of my bed stand, near the candle in hopes to watch them burn. There's a part of me that hopes I'll always stay young while the other laughs and says you're growing old. I had a friend that told me once that this lifestyle means you lived, but I watched that side of me run off to die. Well I promised to myself some many years ago that I'd sit and talk to dear old Dad and ask about his past, but I never took the time. I simply looked away. I turned my head for seconds and when I looked back, he went away. There's a part of me that hopes he'll always stay young while my father laughs and says "You're growing old, son, and if I'm gonna die, well then I'll probably die alone. It doesn't mean the love is gone. It's hard to say goodbye to someone that you cared about but watched them fall away from who they were supposed to be, but look what you became. Now I hope I have more time before I die."
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Intentions
02:45
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I know a thing or two about myself, but compared to you, Lord, I know nothing. I swore that I'd go where ever you would lead me, but sheep that don't want shepherds end up beaten. If Jesus comes back, there's no second changes. No trip to the liquor will drown out all of my sins. If Jesus comes back, there's no second chances and I cannot convince him that I've earned this. I know a thing or two about salvation, but compared to holy men I lay beneath their ground and I swore that I would go to church on every Sunday, but I never had that intention. If Jesus comes back, there''s no second chances. No more Marlboro cigarettes will burn out all my sins. If Jesus comes back, there's no second chances, I cannot convince him that I've earned this.
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Saviours
02:07
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If I could, I'd remember every sin that I have done but I can't because Jesus saves me. I can't count all the prayers I've said to keep my soul alive and most of them were fake so then I quit one night and my life got so much better in the end and I finally found a woman and a friend. But If I could, I'd remember every drunk night that we've had but I can't. I don't remember what we said the first time that we met or how your body felt upon my bed that night. Oh, its only just a blur, but still I stayed, and you haven't left my side, so let's go home and let's get laid.
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Love of mine, sweet love of mine, I knew I'd find you one day in Chicago. (and you're here right next to me) You know so many times I hoped that you would come back home to me when you were gone. You could've walked away at any time with anyone but me. I use to pray one day that you would come and steal my soul away and now I wake up to the sweetest love. Right next to me. She's right next to me. Love of mine, sweet love of mine, you know sometimes I don't say all the right things, (and you're here right next to me) and I should be taking you to fancy dinners, buying you expensive cars, and cruises towards a sunset made of gold. You would never ask this of me, but I hope some day that I could give you more, so what I promise to you baby is I'll love you till the end of time and then some, if there's something more.
Oh, my God, where have you been? She's right next to me.
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Lexington, KY
03:30
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I remember a time way back in fall 2007 when me and my friends ran off to start a brand new band. Although those days were short, the nights were long and memories turned into songs and I found another place to call my home. I remember a time, way back, the summer of 2008 when Mikey's life needed a change and Steve and I took care of him. Though the love we share as brothers still confuses my whole family, don't you know I'd do the same for you? Now I just came back from seeing you in 2011. You're an uncle now and college seems to be going your way, and know you've always got a sun room in Chicago to live, Lexington's another home away from home. Where do we go from here, my brothers?
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Corrected Proofs Chicago, Illinois
Christopher Dean Hayes is the bassist in the band "The Damn Tracks" and songwriter in the band "Corrected Proofs."
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