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Scraps & Bone
04:22
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LYRICS:
I’m a little afraid of you (of you).
More for the things you say than what you do (what you do).
You were my friend.
You could be one again.
I don’t want this to end.
I’m a little afraid of you (of you).
And all the things you’ve come to believe to be true.
You slowly changed.
We lost our way.
I felt my heart break.
I can’t see a way out of this crazy mess
Whether to run or stay, which is best (which is best).
We fight to be heard.
We just want the last word.
It’s all so absurd.
I need you to know
I love you so
I’m a little afraid of us (of us).
How do we survive without trust—we must!
We fight for scraps, and for bones.
We echo lies we’ve been told.
We’re too afraid to be bold -
While they trade our love for gold.
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2. |
Burning Building
02:48
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You came at me from a burning building,
waving your flags and your guns
I wasn’t sure what you were doing,
whether to stay… or run.
But a man is not what he seems.
He can stand, or he can run toward his dreams
What’s your dream? What’s your dream?
One thousand rounds in your deep dark bunker,
waiting for monsters to come
You thought that I was coming to getcha,
you thought the end had begun
But a man is not what he seems.
He can stand, or he can run toward his dreams
What’s your dream? What’s your dream?
You told the night that I was the pyro,
you said that I was the one
Never admit that it’s you with the lighter,
waving your flags and your guns
You lit a fire.
You lit a fire in your home.
You made a pyre of the desires you can’t own
But a man is not what he seems.
He can stand, or he can run toward his dreams
What’s your dream? What’s your dream?
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3. |
Cassandra
02:31
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I don’t wanna call you
I don’t wanna pick up the phone.
Maybe this is all you.
Or maybe it’s just me and I can’t see what’s goin’ on.
You fought me at the front door.
Fought me in the pantry, and on the stairs.
Even in the kitchen.
Breakin’ all the dishes and the chairs in our own home
Why do we destroy the things that we love?
Why can’t we just see that we could be enough?
Cassandra (X3)
Getting’ tired of tryin’
Getting’ tired of callin’ in the dark. Getting’ tired of cryin’
Y’know it’s really startin’ to weigh down my weary heart.
The devil’s on the doorstep.
I can hear him knockin’ on our door.
I’ll never take one more step
Hold me while I sink down slowly to our cold stone floor
Why do we destroy the things that we love?
Why can’t we just see that we could be enough?
Cassandra (X3)
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4. |
Frail
03:27
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I never meant to desert you.
I didn’t want it this way.
But sometimes life has to hurt you
to let you know you’re okay
I know you’re feeling so lonely.
You’ve got such a long way to go.
You’re thinking that maybe if only…
you wouldn’t be so alone.
You’re so frail.
You can’t see – fragile and afraid…
just like me.
But I see the truth that you can be
strong
and brave
and free.
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5. |
Back to Himself
03:31
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He sold out himself.
Gave it up to be somebody else.
He didn’t count the cost.
Now he’s left with just his memories and loss.
But I love him still.
And I always will.
Nobody likes it when you look inside.
They’re afraid of what you might see.
I’m no exception, but I’m beggin’ please—
open up your heart to me.
No, I’m no exception, but I’m beggin’ please—
open up your heart to me.
Momma never gave him much.
Daddy did, but with a cold, hard touch.
Left him needin’ more.
Chasin’ love in the highest score.
But I… love him still. And I… always will.
Yeah I… love him still. And I… always will.
La da dah da dah dee da (et cetera)
Nobody likes it when you look inside.
They’re afraid of what you might see.
I’m no exception, but I’m beggin’ please—
open up your heart to me.
No, I’m no exception but I’m beggin’ please—
open up your heart to me.
La da dah da dah dee da (and so on)
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6. |
Branches
03:21
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I used to wonder who’d care if I jumped.
So I climbed a tree toward the burning sun.
Looked below me to the cold, hard ground.
Couldn’t smell the flowers, so I thought about heading down
But I felt branches underneath my skin.
I felt branches – soakin’ the sunlight in.
Truth is I’m afraid to tell the truth about me.
So I’ll tell you somethin’ that you might believe.
A golden drop of honey on your tongue.
A ladder up to heaven – with lies for every rung
But I felt branches underneath my skin.
I felt branches – soakin’ the sunlight in.
I flew off that tree on the songs of the birds.
Felt their joy in every note I heard
A little more love, I coulda been much more.
But I’m so glad I remembered that life’s worth fighting for.
But I felt branches underneath my skin.
I felt branches – soakin’ the sunlight in.
There’s a picture in my pocket of the boy that I was.
I hear him callin’ out for love.
I’m feelin’ all the heartache that he’s holdin’ inside –
believin’ that he’s never enough.
But I felt branches underneath my skin.
I felt branches – lettin’ the daylight in.
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Josh Barkey Waxhaw, North Carolina
I grew up barefoot in the Amazon jungle, catching and eating piranhas before they could catch and eat
me.
After hand planting around half a million baby trees in the wilds of Canada, I cut my creative teeth as a painter, poet, writer of fiction, sculptor, and filmmaker.
Now (on the eve of an apocalypse) seemed as good a time as any to add another art form to the mix.
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