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Let It Burn
03:34
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Let It Burn
I pull open the curtains
As the sunlight returns
I quickly go from sun starved
To completely sun burnt
It’s life as I don't know it
The world spins on me again
That first, fleeting touch hits me
I want to soak it all in
Let It Burn, let it burn
I want physical contact
I want to pull you closer
Blissfully unconscious
With false illusions of closure
It’s life as I don’t know it
Through every pore in my skin
The ultraviolet rays shine down
I want to soak them all in
Let it burn, let it burn
It’s life as I don’t know it
How long has it been?
It’s life as I don’t know it
I want to soak it all in
Let it Burn
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Mess of Myself
03:08
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Mess of Myself
I’m restless at the first flush of morning
It seems that dawn is still dark as hell
I’m up on time, trying to stand without a spine
What a fine mess I’ve made of myself
Is it too late for me to change the subject?
It’s no time for dropping a bombshell
It’s like I’m balancing on the end of a pin
What a fine mess I’ve made of myself
Everything has changed and nothing’s changed at all
I’m just a little more forgetful so I forget to call
I’m not asking but I sure could use some help
What a fine mess I’ve made of myself
I know it’s beyond too little, it’s beyond too late
I’ve got too many excuses and far too many plates
I got sucked in and spun out on this carousel
What a fine mess I’ve made of myself
I don’t mind you going but I hate you leaving
I’m just not that good at farewells
I used to love being alone now I hate being at home
What a fine mess I’ve made of myself
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Hardened Tears
04:29
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Hardened Tears
Tears, these hardened tears
To be ignored and forgotten, to be swallowed and lost in
These tears, these hardened tears
How many more? How many names?
How many bullets till someone stands up in the way for all
These tears, these hardened tears
Shocked, I’m shell-shocked
You can’t stomach the things you’ve seen in this daily routine of
Shock, this shell shock
No one is safe here, no one is immune
Time’s not a healer if time’s a bleeding wound
In shock, I’m shell shock
Bang bang, the dream is dead, the hardened tears, the bullets shed,
It all seems to fall on deaf ears
Bang bang, time again, it’s not if, just a matter when
Tears turn to bullets and bullets turn to tears
Tears turn to bullets and bullets turn to tears
You can’t make sense of the senseless or find faith to persevere
These tears, these hardened tears
Tick Tock, tick tock
It’s insane to do nothing and expect some sort change
The clock is ticking, tick tock
Is anybody listening? Is there anybody there?
Behind all the scripted words in the thoughtless thought and prayers
The clock is ticking, tick tock
Bang bang, the dream is dead, the hardened tears, the bullets shed,
It all seems to fall on deaf ears
Bang bang, time again, it’s not if, just a matter when
Tears turn to bullets and bullets turn to tears
Tears turn to bullets and bullets turn to tears
You can’t make sense of the senseless or find faith to persevere
These tears, these hardened tears
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The Poison Tree
03:27
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The Poison Tree
There’s evil in the roots
Evil in the hanging fruit
And all of the bad apples
Come falling down like shrapnel
You can’t escape gravity
It’s rotten to the core
And armed with a thousand thorns
The bough starts bend
And pushes down on your head
You’re buried under all the weeds
With the poison seeds from a poison tree
Poisoning you and me
Poison fruit from a poison root
Poisoning you and me
The poison tree
When it rots, it spreads
Cut off the dead ends
As the branches lunge towards us
Take a chainsaw to this forest
Start gnawing at the trunk with those teeth
Cause there’s poison seeds from a poison tree
Poisoning you and me
Poison fruit from a poison root
Poisoning you and me
The poison tree
These trees needs overturned
This orchard needs to burn
Tear it down leaf by leaf
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A Cat Named Fiona
02:50
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A Cat Named Fiona
You came into this world kicking
And you’re savage right to this day
You’re bleak and you’re chic, tongue firmly in cheek,
About as subtle as a hurricane
You’re wrapped inside animal prints
There’s leopard skin on your shoes, rug and sofa
And you seem to thrive in all your nine lives
While raising Cain and a cat named Fiona
You’re not too fond, fond of the questions
You’ve tried on all, all of the answers
The truth never fits so you never wear it
But to you it never seems to matter
Cause you look good in all the lies
You still look good in all your personas
And you seem to thrive in all your nine lives
While raising Cain and a cat named Fiona
You never mention your little boy
But a mother’s not your kind of label
Maybe you could someday if the cat was away
But you’re not willing and he’s not Abel
And no one knows who you are now
Or that you moving back home to Minnesota
You struggle to get by and used up all your nine lives
While raising Cain and a cat named Fiona
A Cat named Fiona
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Annie Oakley
03:42
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Annie Oakley
Here comes Annie Oakley thinking she’s got something to prove
She’s blind, trigger happy and not so bulletproof
She’s walking on the edge, just look at her coming unglued
Facts are stubborn little things when you’re running from the truth
She’s got the red, white, and blues
You can see her colors in every bruise
Ole Miss Annie Oakley fired first and all hell broke loose
She headed out west with the bigots of the bigs
Going town to town colluding for the mad king
Rounding up stragglers who got lost in the stampede
To feed them all some new crazy conspiracy
Embroidered boots and buck shot Stetson
She’s all dressed up for an insurrection
Ole Miss Annie Oakley fired first and all hell broke loose
She’s no patriot; she’s just a Kool-aid queen
Who was shooting blind with a fascist flag in the street
The once fearless rough rider is now flashing regretful eyes
Now that she’s looking at ten years of fed time for peddling lies
She’s got the red, white, and blues
You can see her colors in every bruise
Ole Miss Annie Oakley fired first and all hell broke loose
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Bindweeds
02:21
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Bindweeds
There's only a few flowers in this garden of weeds
There’s only a few flowers in this garden of weeds
These choking vines will rob you blind and steal all of your light
They wrap themselves around your roots and then drain you of life
There's only a few flowers in this garden of weeds
There’s only a few flowers in this garden of weeds
And every day it’s a struggle to be seen
The promise of a promised land lies in this blossomless bed
The broken dreams, the guillotines and all the severed heads
There's only a few flowers in this garden of weeds
There’s only a few flowers in this garden of weeds
And every day it’s a struggle to be seen
You twist and twine in the vines of the bindweeds
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Little Black Bear
02:34
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Little Black Bear
Little black bear, little black bear
Come down off that tree
Your mountain is now my property
You don't belong here, you’re trespassing
Little black bear, little black bear come down off that tree
Little black bear, little black bear
Stay off of my lawn
You’re not welcome here, you need to be gone
I really don't care that you've done nothing wrong
Little black bear, little black bear, stay off my lawn
Little black bear, little black bear
I feel harassed
You look at me strange, you make eye contact
Don’t care how pleasant you seem or how quickly you dash
Little black bear, little black bear, I feel harassed
Little black bear, little black bear
Get out of my street
This isn’t your home, I’m calling the police
I’m afraid of anything that doesn’t look like me
Little black bear, little black bear, get out of my street
Little black bear, little black bear
You’re coming down
You’re just a nuisance looking for a handout
I’m moving you out to the poor end of town
So little black bear, little black bear, you’re coming down
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Nurse Without a Name
03:20
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Nurse Without a Name
Her soothing presence made a grand entrance when she pulled back the curtain
A benevolent form that felt so warm and made me less uncertain
She dressed me down in a hospital gown and I happily nodded
When she explained that soon my veins would be flooded with Dilaudid
Come rip off the bandage, rip off the bandage, rip off the bandage and open the drains
As I lay and wait for the nurse without a name
She stopped back again on hour ten of a fourteen hour trick
And I barely flinched when I felt the pinch of her sweet warm gentle kiss
Come rip off the bandage, rip off the bandage, rip off the bandage and open the drains
As I lie and wait for the nurse without a name
When I’m feeling thirsty my angel of mercy makes a heavenly cocktail
That deadens the pain with a nice plain rain, she’s my Florence Nighintgale
Rip off the bandage, rip off the bandage, rip off the bandage and open the drains
As I lay and wait for the nurse without a name
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The Last Longest Mile
02:33
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The Last Longest Mile
I see tears the size of hubcaps rolling on down this endless road
From nowhere to nothing, all looking for somewhere to go
All rushing to get
To whatever’s next
But time just moves in one direction on this never-ending, last, longest mile
I’m talking so fast that I’m lagging behind my own breath
I’ve been silent too long, it feels so good to vent
And in vain I try
To make up for lost time
But time just moves in one direction on this never-ending, last longest mile
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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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