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This Precious Mess
03:17
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This Precious Mess
The walls are caving in, get me out of this
Want out of my own skin, come get me out of this
It shakes me in the dark into wakefulness
I just don’t have the heart for this precious mess
I’m feeling so confined, come get me out of this
I’ve got precious little time for this precious mess
I poured some perfume in your name tonight
Woke up and made breakfast at 3AM tonight
It shakes me in the dark into wakefulness
I just don’t have the heart for this precious mess
I’m feeling so confined, come get me out of this
I’ve got precious little time for this precious mess
I’ve got precious fleeting thoughts I can’t get off my chest
And precious memories I can’t seem to coalesce
It shakes me in the dark into wakefulness
I just don’t have the heart for this precious mess
I’m feeling so confined, come get me out of this
I’ve got precious little time for this precious mess
I just can’t make it work on unemployment checks
And my last precious nerve has already been spent
I barely have the time, I barely made the rent
I’m losing my mind total helplessness
I just don’t have the heart
I just don’t have the heart
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No Thunder Close to Me
02:59
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No Thunder Close to Me
I thought you were a poet
And found out you were a thief
With rather delicate hands
For a revolutionary
Generals on horseback
Tumble to the ground
I’m holding a sledgehammer
And you’re nowhere to be found
I hear your silence and it’s deafening
There’s lightning in the valley
But not a whisper of thunder close to me
I thought you were a singer
Whose words would dance from a page
But all of your bravado
Is just a name on a stage
I hear your silence and it’s deafening
There’s lightning in the valley
But not a whisper of thunder close to me
You owe me nothing and that’s what I got
You owe me nothing and that’s what I got
Nothing…
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Downside of the Boom
04:10
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Downside of the Boom
We’re all facing the same disease
That led to this idiocracy
It’s not the virus that’s on TV
It’s the myth of the American dream
Everyone move over, everyone make room
We’re on the downside of the boom
From blind, benign patriotic crackpots
To malignant nationalistic rot
It’s a land of manifest destiny
That salutes a whitewashed history
We’re running on empty, on our last fumes
We’re on the downside of the boom
The shining city on the hill
Is swallowing a bitter pill
Yet there are zealots that refuse to see
The broken promise of the American dream
But now the chickens have come home to roost
We’re on the downside of the boom
I fear the worst is yet to come
Change is hard and not for everyone
So buckle down and hold on tight
I hope we make it through the night
You can feel the sense of impending doom
We’re on the downside, heading on the downslide
Everyone move over, everyone make room
We’re on the downside of the boom
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Statues
03:18
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Statues
Hatred hangs high
On a pedestal
A long, dark shadow
That’s unforgettable
Mallets and chisels
Replaced the swords
Intimidation
Weapons of war
We’re haunted by statues of ghosts
Pillars of lies etched into stones
These are myths of the lost cause, immortalized and cast in bronze
We’re haunted by statues of ghosts
Reconstruction
A past disowned
Pious redemption
Recast in stone
Looming figures
Stare out at dawn
Effigies
Of lies agreed upon
We’re haunted by statues of ghosts
Pillars of lies etched into stones
These are myths of the lost cause, immortalized and cast in bronze
We’re haunted by statues of ghosts
But reckoning has come at last
And I’m standing with iconoclasts
Tearing down statues of ghosts
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Angels in the Street
04:06
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Angels in the Street
The bell has now tolled
For the summer soldiers
Who have left the front lines ignored and completely exhausted
But back to the cold
Go the blistering soles
On the feet of unshakable souls that have never stopped marching
All the sins we’ve ignored
Will rot us to the core
So thank god for angels in the street
The ones that still enlist
Are those that have witnessed
The all too common carnage that constantly blinds us
Exposed at the roots
Pointing cameras at truths
To see the deeply embedded darkness that seems to define us
All the sins we’ve ignored
Will rot us to the core
So thank god for angels in the street
It’s not for the faint of heart
To carry all of these scars
Been far too feathered and tarred to turn the other cheek
For all the lost and the loved
Will look down from above
And thank god for angels in the street
All the sins we’ve ignored
Will rot us to the core
So thank god for angels in the street
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Amphibian
02:59
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Amphibian
I’m learning to live on land
Out of the water and on to the sand
Traded my fins for a pair of hands
I’ll get to you just as soon as I can
Crawled from the sea just to breathe in this strange world
Crawled from the sea just to breathe in this strange world
Can’t you see you made me an amphibian
I like the taste of your oxygen
And the way it travels through my skin
It sends chills up and down my limbs
I am an amphibian
Crawled from the sea just to breathe in this strange world
Crawled from the sea just to breathe in this strange world
Can’t you see you made me an amphibian
I grew a backbone and a new set of lungs
I’ll pull you in with a flick of the tongue
My evolution has just begun
I am an amphibian
I’m the creature from the black lagoon
I just want to get closer to you
Can’t you see you made me an amphibian
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The Invisible Man
03:16
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The Invisible Man
Maybe you’re blind or just walk in your sleep
Or never look down when you walk over me
You may be afraid of the truth you might to see
Or just be oblivious to the soles of your feet
But I am the Invisible Man
And you couldn’t care less who I am
I’m the invisible man
At least I know where I stand
Maybe I’m seen as a burden to you
I’m better ignored than exposed in full view
I’m better forgotten and kept out of sight
In the darkness of shadows and the blinding white lights
I am the Invisible Man
And you don’t give a damn who I am
I am the invisible man
I guess I know just where I stand
It’s mercy to lift me up to my feet
But you’re far too content to let me lie in the street
Far too content to walk consciously blind
Yes I’m fully aware I don’t exist in your eyes
Cause I am the invisible man
And you don’t give a damn that I am
The invisible man
At least I know where I stand
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Begin to Break
03:05
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Begin to Break
We lost track of time
Laid motionless as it flew by
Minutes turned to months
Time moved slow then all at once
We all could desperately use
A little bit of good news
Before we all begin to break
Our muscles don’t respond
And all our sense of touch is gone
The wounds have yet to scar
So we keep the screams inside our hearts
We all could desperately use
A little bit of good news
Before we all begin to break
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American Man-Child
04:12
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American Man-Child
I won’t be muzzled into silence
Cause I got a mind of my own
Listen my friend, your freedom ends at the tip of my nose
I’m the lone cowboy
A one-man firing squad
I’m a man-child, an American man-child
I don’t believe in your so-called “science”
I’m free from that tyranny
I won’t be taught and brainwashed
By finger pointing elites
I’m not a pack animal
No one tells me what to do
I’m a man-child, an American man-child
I’m suiting up for the battle
Cause no one treads on me
There’s no debate, no give and take
Just hand grenade diplomacy
I’m the lone cowboy
A one-man firing squad
I’m a man-child, an American man-child
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(No Parking) This Side of Temporary
Raise the rent, price us out
Pack up the merchandise
Tear it all down at a feverish pace
Till there are streets I don’t recognize
Mom and pop, closed the shop, forced to say their goodbyes
Where we all going to go when we all get displaced?
The sign says…
There’s no parking on this side of temporary
No long-term parking, it’s all temporary
An overgrown construction zone
When did this place get so tall?
High rise floors with vacant stores
You lost all your small-town charm
They’re knocking down all of downtown, here comes the wrecking ball
And all the familiar faces are all getting squeezed out
The sign says…
There’s no parking on this side of temporary
No long-term parking, it’s all temporary
Where we all going to go when we all get displaced?
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The Dream within the Dream
Consciousness is worth its weight in gold
It’s easy to find but impossible to hold
Eyes get heavy, you stray and start to lose control
It’s the dream within the dream
The yellow lines have lost all their appeal
Drifting eyes drift off of the windshield
Sooner than later you fall asleep at the wheel
In the dream within the dream
There’s no parade, no cacophony
No passing cars that jar you out of sleep
You keep floating further from reality
In the dream within the dream
Everything feels so heavy now
Everything feels so heavy now
You catch yourself, something interrupts
You’re energized the moment you unplug
You’re not giving in you’re just waking up
From the dream within the dream
Everything feels so heavy now
Everything feels so heavy now
In the dream within the dream
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Ted Mccloskey State College, Pennsylvania
Ted McCloskey has been telling compelling stories to local and national audiences for years. He is a singer/songwriter, a multi-instrumentalist, a producer and film composer. He has eleven records to his name alone. His music has been featured on hundreds of network and cable programs and he’s shared the stage with the likes of Jason Isbell, Ryan Adams, and Alejandro Escovedo. ... more
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