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Cracked
07:07
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My veins are pulsing
That call delivered me rage
A mother and brother, I feel so betrayed
Why'd you have to talk to her?
It wasn't that big of a deal, was it now?
Burn me alive
Look in these eyes
Defeat and compassion in need for some quiet
I hear you all, now watch me fall
I've cracked, you see
A fist in the wall
My shell is fragile
And my will is quite callused
Just love me, as me
'Cause my love could not see
A fear to the bone
That I'll forever be alone, hear me out
Burn me alive
Look in these eyes
Defeat and compassion in need for some quiet
I hear you all, now watch me fall
I've cracked, you see
A fist in the wall
I feel so betrayed
Make it all go away
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2. |
Make It Out Tonight
05:27
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Dark, musty barroom with lights on the stage
The blues and the yellows in a light foggy haze
Some boy is singing about love of some kind
Baby, your blue eyes are on my mind
Nothing surrounds me
What's your story?
Baby, I wanna know
I'll tell you anything, just please don't go
I might not make it out tonight
Lover's eyes deceive the very likes of him
The lust of desire's where flaws begin
But here I sing
Faithful to a trade
Surrender my person where service betrays
Nothing surrounds me
What's your story?
Baby, I wanna know
I'll tell you anything, just please don't go
I might not make it out tonight
A woman so gifted and so am I
Desperate to fill some precious inquire
For she is blind to the love of will
A singer persuades, but obtains half the bill
No one surrounds me
What's your story?
Baby, I wanna know
I'll tell you anything, just please don't go
I might not make it out tonight
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3. |
Losing Hope
04:07
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Sleepin' in the truck again right outside a bar
Ain't doin' much talkin' a beer is where I start
The bar lady see's a man shooting 8-ball on his own
Says, "This boy's sure tippin' well, he must be alone"
Well hey, here you go
I see you losing hope
You don't know where to go
Please feel at home
I wonder what his story is, ain't he got a home?
Heard him screaming right outside while on his phone
He could use some cheerin' up, let's write him a note
Says, "Someone out there loves you, just so you know"
Well hey, here you go
I see you losing hope
You don't know where to go
Please feel at home
Squattin' down at a buddy's house, sleeping on a couch
Unload the pockets, some change came about
Written on a green back dollar, reading it aloud
From a single line, to soaking eyes, a gift for going out
Well hey, here you go
I see you losing hope
You don't know where to go
Please feel at home
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4. |
Nothing
04:16
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The echoes of dreams, they hate me
I can't fall asleep, I'm a useless freak
Closure is gone, just move along
This chapter is recognized, no room for me
I am deranged, kind of like Castaway
I have devolved, since no one's involved
I'm nothing
Cut me free
You seem happier than me
I know I'm worthless
I am a disease
A waste of time and space
Ain't much of nothing, but a disgrace
My God, where are you?
You made a mistake
I'm nothing
Cut me free
You seem happier than me
I know I'm worthless
I am a disease
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5. |
He Who's Impatient
04:12
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No motivation, nothing to write
I don't hear the sound of outside
It's too soon to drink, too late to sleep
I don't care about anything
It's too soon to tell
I'm laying down
Lazy feet won't touch the ground
I'll be comin' up
If I'm prepared
He who's impatient don't seem to get anywhere
No real temptation, no good ideas
All I wanna do is get high
Can't find an interest, I need a reset
The sludge is scootin' on by
It's too soon to tell
I'm laying down
Lazy feet won't touch the ground
I'll be comin' up
If I'm prepared
He who's impatient don't seem to get anywhere
No motivation, nothing to write
I don't hear the sound of outside
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6. |
Keep On, Keep On
05:27
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It's been a long year
Bringing home nothin' at all
Keep on truckin', keep on
In the dead of winter
Beggin' for the heat
Keep on lookin', keep on
Getting gone, getting drunk
No-man's-land is home
On the road, it's a long way
I'm parkin' here today
My days off have come and gone
Keep on workin', keep on
This pain proclaims its throne
Keep on drinkin', keep on
Getting gone, getting drunk
No-man's-land is home
On the road, it's a long way
I'm parkin' here today
In a land where it's motionless
Keep on sleepin', keep on
Be a man with no regrets
Keep on dreamin', keep on
Getting gone, getting drunk
No-man's-land is home
On the road, it's a long way
I'm parkin' here today
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7. |
Mika's Song
04:49
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The summer of a blunder, I saw those sharpened eyes
A smirk of a smile I ain't seen in a while
A spare of hair sways below a brow
Good lord, the love I see right now
"Could you tell me a little about yourself?"
Lonely lady loving animals in town
From a grumpy Old Man, to a squirrel on the ground
Crippled and lost, we got him a box
A memory where my heart took a pause
Who are you my darlin'?
Could you look at me?
Your ways today reminds me of feeling at peace
My mind is secret from words I shouldn't speak
So let me spill my heart onto you
Diggin' in, what does this mean?
Am I falling for you
As a sweetheart for me
It's been a while, but I know that smile
May I ask, do you remember me?
Can't say I do, jog my memory
The squirrel we found was named Jeffery
"It's so nice to see you again"
Depressed and drinkin', workin' on numbing
Would you believe me that we both are feelin'
That life is impeding the need for belonging
In some amount beyond overwhelming
Who are you my darling?
Could you look at me?
Your ways today reminds me a little bit of me
My mind is tryin' the words I shouldn't speak
So let me spill my heart onto you
Digging in and say what I mean
I have fallen for you
Can you fall for me?
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8. |
Priceless
03:55
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I wouldn't expect you to believe me
My heart is longing for the road
Whiskey eyes for those friends of mine
One day I'm goin' home
Take me back out to the river
The city's gone to my head
Hey you guys wanna kick it with me?
Or should I leave town instead?
So come on
Where'd you go
I need to be at home
Life might be priceless I'm told
I'm torn in ways you'll never know
I might need a bit of healin'
The folks up here all know
This might be the first time
Of a happiness I barely know
So come on
Where'd you go
I need to be at home
Life might be priceless I'm told
I'm torn in ways you'll never know
I'm ashamed I left my memories
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9. |
My Punishment
04:07
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Cursing a storm
And see my horns
My beating have changed me to this
Someone take me away
Convince me you need me to stay
My punishment, you see
Is losing my way
Where did I go?
I'm scared you know
I see a different you
It's tragic you fool
Just like memories
Mine are scattered with hate
Behold in time, my heart cannot lie
From love, I'm taking my life
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Old Man Crunchy Colorado Springs, Colorado
Old Man Crunchy is a Folk singer, stylized in Country, Blues, and Punk roots. From Colorado Springs, he's been traveling on and off since 2010 around the United States and the UK picking up different styles in a wide range of genres. His companion, Skunk (his guitar), has quite a distinct tone, which is highly expressed in his recordings. ... more
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