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Ménière's Disease
01:47
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I know what it's like to always be falling, but I swear one day I'll fly.
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Commie Kid
01:48
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What makes better than me
why aren't we equals?
You're such a rich capitalist
and I'm just a starving artist in the streets
I just want to share the beauty I see with the world
why won't anybody listen?
I thought I would make it here in America
but nobody cares about the arts
nobody wants to hear the things I have to say
nobody listens
nobody appreciates beauty
what makes you better than me?
why does nobody respect me?
Nobody appreciates me
so I'm just gonna lie down here and rest my head on these nice steel tracks
why aren't we equals?
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K
01:32
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The true way is a rope, suspended not high above the ground.
It seems more intended to cause stumbling than to be walked upon.
I am free to stumble, which is why I am lost.
I am free, which is why I stumble.
We all live our lives as if we are constantly on trial for crimes we did not commit and are charged with convincing a faceless judge of a verdict we have no evidence for.
Surely, we will all be executed with a sword through the heart and our bodies will go limp and lifeless just after we make that long walk through the snow and give up and finally just accept our fate.
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I Don't Want to Finish
02:03
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The story was so perfect in my head,
I had to write it down, I had to get it on paper.
But in the process of milling it over and over in my head
and editing and re-editing, it has become a part of me
and I have become a wax museum
filled with words and empty, soulless eyes
that just keep staring and staring and staring and staring.
I am a shell of my former self.
Oh, come back to me.
Oh, passion come back to me.
Oh, hope come back to me.
Oh, love come back to me.
The story was so perfect, but now I'm tired in my bones and I don't want to finish.
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Old Crow's Song
01:16
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When I was 9 my grandfather committed suicide
I didn't know him well, but I fear I am his ghost
because sometimes it's hard to get out of bed
and I'm always afraid that I'm not good enough
and I still find it hard to listen to La Dispute
because they remind me of the one that got away.
I still struggle because my world feels so small
I know there's goodness out there but it's so hard to find
because so much of my life is spent driving to and from
a stupid job so I can pay my bills, so I can be free.
But I am never free.
I cannot smile because I feel like
it's all broken and falling apart.
But mother don't you worry because I swear
I will trudge through this mud until I reach the light
I will pull these cinderblocks attached to chains
that are screwed into my teeth with bolts
as everyone I know lines up with their backs turned to me
I will keep pulling though my gums bleed.
I will sing along to that old crow's song
“When I die, hallelujah bye and bye, I'll fly away”
listen to that old crow's song, sing along.
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