Lyrics

Courtesy of Ben Collins

 
 

Three-Fold Moment

  • When your eyes hit

    I can feel the static in the air

    It burns, it cuts

    I want to grab it

    But it’s only a moment before it’s gone

    I’m left with the feeling of hot blood

    When the calm becomes a field of anger

    I lose my breath, I lose touch

    My love becomes cancer

    And I dance off the cliff

    I dance off the cliff

    I’m left with the feeling of hot blood

    God knows I’ve been trying so hard

    Not to see you in the world, in my palm

    I fall back into you when I lash out numb

    And I’m done, I’m done, I’m done, I’m done, I’m done, I’m done.

  • Carry on without me, it’s okay

    Carry on without me, it’s okay

    I’d love to see you on a brighter day

    I’d love to see you on a brighter day

    Can’t these dreams be memories, and these memories dissipate

    Can’t these dreams be memories, and these memories dissipate

  • Waiting for Spring’s bloom

    Where does the time go

    Buried in the sand

    It doesn’t mean a thing

    Lost in my own home

    Where does the time go

    Wandering in my bedroom

    Staring at my phone

    Get me out of here

    Get me out of here

    I am a shadow

    Where does the time go

    Been the same damn day for a month

    And the same damn month for a year.

    Get me out of here

    Get me out of here

    Get me out of here

    Get me out of here

Guidance

  • Jumpin’ Jack rabbit robbin’ my scratch ticket

    Lickety split to the exit, don’t look back.

    Confound me, oh don’t surround me

    I’m known to kick fits when the slick bitches snitch.

    Woah, luck runnin’ out again.

    As a soldier I thought I told ya,

    Obey a command, now are you my man?

    Yes general, my men were all memorable

    Sticking with eachother even at their own funeral

    Woah, luck runnin’ out again

    Pretty penny oh won’t you tell me

    To get a good meal instead of bottles of this swill

    Bubbly bottle, clutchin’ the throttle

    To be a role model got to get your head straight.

    Woah, luck runnin out again.

    And this bench will become my bed

    To lay my head, goddamn I need rest.

    Dreams of war are at my door

    With a roarin’ score goal lighting up the forest floor.

    Woah, luck running out again.

    Is there any way out of this black hole?

    Is there any way I can save my soul?

    God save me I know I’m depraved

    I want to behave, priest give me god’s grace.

    Woah, luck runnin’ out again.

    Is there any way out of this black hole?

    Is there any way I can save my soul?

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  • It’s been a warm winter

    Considerin’ the years

    My bones pin like splinters

    It’s all I can hear

    Tired of nostalgia

    Tired of future fears

    Tired of remembrin’

    Won’t never be clear

    Why can’t I ever be here

    Let’s talk about the weather

    Laugh with the good tears

    Talk about the war, the poor, the state of our earth

    Over a nice cold beer

    That’s if I’m outta bed

    But it’s so warm in here

    Huddled in my underwear

    Knowing night draws near

    Why can’t I ever be here

    Nor there, nor anywhere

    But in my skull, in my thoughts

    In my curdled sense of self-perception

    Why oh why can’t I ever be here

    Tired of nostalgia

    Tired of future fears

    Tired of remembrin’

    Won’t never be clear

    Why can’t I ever be here

    Nor there, nor anywhere

    Here, Nor there, nor anywhere

    Here, Nor there, nor anywhere

    Here, Nor there, nor anywhere

  • Honey won’t you come back home

    I’ve been really missing you

    Honey won’t you come back

    Everyday is colder without you here with me

    I don’t know how long it’s been

    But I’ve been cooking for two

    And the meals are going bad in the fridge

    And I know

    I should’ve stopped long ago

    But to acknowledge that would

    Send me down a path I just don’t wanna go

    Sweet whispers on the wind

    Tell me you’ll be close again

    Honey won’t you come back home

    I’ve been really missing you

    Honey won’t you come back

    Everyday is colder without you here with me

    I wish I could forget that note

    The empty drawers and the cool wind

    Blowing through that swinging door

    And I guess it comes as no surprise

    I just wish I had acted

    When I still had time

    Sweet whispers in my head

    Remind me of when we shared a bed

    Honey won’t you come back home

    I’ve been really missing you

    Honey won’t you come back

    Everyday is colder without you here with me

    Honey won’t you come back home

    I’ve been really missing you

    Honey won’t you come back

    Everyday is colder without you here with me

    Everyday is colder

  • Outside

    Buried on the hillside

    Underneath the grass

    With my love

    Outside

    Buried on the hillside

    Buried with my love

    After all these years

    Buried with my love

    After all these years

    Buried with my love

    After all these years

    Hillside

    Next to the apartment

    Over by the river

    In the shadow of the grove

    Hillside

    Next to the apartment

    Over by the river

    In the shadow of the grove

    Buried with my love

    After all these years

    Buried with my love

    After all these years

    Outside

    Buried on the hillside

    Buried with my love

    After all these years

  • The truth will set you free

    But only once it’s done with you

    That spider it will breath

    In wait to snatch it up from you

    Your arthritic movements

    Caught up in narcotic truancy

    They appeared to take advantage

    Of our social fluency

    And now…

    The things that happen

    don’t require your permission

    They’ll grab you by the neck

    Shut you up and make you listen

    Your sad charm and pricked up arm

    The coin tossed up for you

    Silky web of devil’s thread

    Stole what was left to lose

    And now…

    The forced perspective in

    A rectangle of sky

    The loamy rain mixed

    With the pain of last goodbyes

    Flip my shovel ‘round

    To struggle with the millstone

    The shattered husks that gathered near

    To share all that was known\

    And now…

    I am a man at least in

    Sentimental value

    Strapped into your pine box

    The power shivered into

    Now I see how superstitions

    Are created

    Simple cures for bleak unpures

    That all are fated to

    And now…

    And now…

  • How can our fathers

    Lead us down these trodden roads

    Passed a thousand times before us

    By just as empty souls

    How can our fathers

    Put generations on our backs

    Push us out the front door

    And seal themselves in wax

    I wanna find myself right in their eyes

    Hold my shoulders high

    So I’ll see ya later Western Mass

    Leave those mills spinning

    Burn these letters and pills

    Toss that town in the trash

    Get on this plane

    How can our fathers

    Steal our passions in the quick

    Put us on the paper

    And chain it to our wrists

    How can our fathers

    Drop us on our mothers’ arms

    Cut the umbilical chord

    And then move along

    I wanna find myself right in their arms

    Hold me tight

    So I’ll see ya later Western Mass

    Leave those mills spinning

    Burn these letters and pills

    Toss that town in the trash

    Get on this plane

    So I’ll see ya later Western Mass

    Leave those mills spinning

    Burn these letters and pills

    Toss that town in the trash

    Get on this plane

    How can my father

  • I can’t seem

    To pick my eyes up off the ground

    Every fork

    Leads me back to where I’ve been before

    Tell me stranger

    How do I pick

    The rubber from my jaw

    Can my legs

    Push me forward when the rest of me is dead

    Where’s the sign

    Pointing clear directions in a straight line

    Tell me lover

    How do I free

    The sour come to pass

    Pleading for guidance

    Point me towards your northern star

    Hoping for an answer

    A ways to go though I’ve come so far

    Does my heart

    Have the courage to keep me from falling apart

    Softly thrown

    Into the deeper edges of everything I’ve known

    Tell me mother

    How do I sleep between faith and trust

    Pleading for guidance

    Point me towards your northern star

    Hoping for an answer

    A ways to go though I’ve come so far

    Pleading for guidance

    Point me towards your northern star

    Hoping for an answer

    A ways to go though I’ve come so far

  • One foot in front of the other

    One foot in front of the other

    One foot in front of the other

    Until I get home

    One bend of the knee

    One bend of the knee

    One bend of the knee

    Take me where I need to be

    Til my soles are worn

    Til my soles are worn

    Til my soles are worn

    Bring me back to where I’m from

    One foot in front of the other

    One foot in front of the other

    One foot in front of the other

    Until I get home

  • I’ve been struggling since you left me

    One deep breath to calm myself down

    Talking to myself for three years

    Say I’ll come around

    Often I’ll slip into a daydream

    Wander far lands and memories

    And crash back to my day to day

    Where nothing’s changed

    It is easy to get angry

    Looking in the mirror, like what have I done

    To pull myself out the fog

    Say I’m good enough

    At the risk of coming off as trite

    I would say I’ve been lonely

    And I wish that I could change the way

    That things have passed

  • Sunshine

    won’t you blow my mind

    won’t you take some time

    and set me free

    oh lifetime

    I will not spend my life

    I will not waste my time

    So unhappily

    But the grass is getting greener

    And the trees are greener too

    In the brightness of their beauty

    I can marvel at the view

    Highlight

    I’m guided by the light

    You can’t control my high

    So leave me be

    And my friend

    Please don’t follow me

    I have to stop this fiend

    From corrupting me

    My body’s getting cleaner

    I can feel it in the air

    Another glimpse of freedom

    Rustles through my hair

    Sunshine

    I have woke to thee

    Cracking through the trees

    I give my thanks

Folk songs ep

  • I’m walking down the road

    Betwixt fate and my soul

    Looking for myself

    And finding none

    And I can’t run anymore

    Cause the posters are lies

    And my momma was a Christian

    Stayed in the light of the lord

    But now she sleeps in darkness

    Forever more

    And I can’t walk anymore

    Cause my bones are dry

    But she was 106

    And beginning to cry

    Cause she’s in so much pain

    But you think I lie

    Because I’m insane

    But soon you’ll all die

    And I can’t hide

    What I’ve done

    No, I won’t hide

    What I’ve done

  • Let us test the air

    Light our flares of excitement, delight it meant

    That when the flame grows low, unabashed

    That it’ll still grow red

    When we burn down to ash

    And we’ll drift through the wind

    A cloud in spin

    And we’ll settle on the ground

    And form to immaculate sin

    The air seems fresh

    So bring the dust to your lungs

    Cough up some love and settle in on our home

    Sit set build fall

    All this motion is flowing but I just can’t keep going

    Because it’s too much to deal with

    So I stick my foot in the bottom

    To stop with the drift

    Oh but it, oh but it just sinks in

  • Are you pleased with who you are

    Getting drunk’s got us real far

    Is that enough for each week

    I’m not as content as I might seem

    I want to know

    Is it fate that guides my way

    Gentle persuasion throughout the day

    Or is it in my own right

    A path that I lay by each night

    I can’t tell anymore

    And if the knife that grazes my stomach

    Can’t tell me who I am

    Then what fucking can

    I’m so lost, so lost

  • I’m waiting for letters from a loved one

    Anticipation grows greater everyday

    I’m waiting for letters from a loved one

    The wind won’t tell me when they’ll come

    Even when the trees point in the same direction

    I’m just waiting on these letters at home

    I’m waiting for letters from a loved one

    Can’t count the time enough for one day

    I’m waiting for letters from a loved one

    If we’d move faster over land

    I just need that paper in my hand

    I’m just waiting for these feelings to end

    I’m waiting for letters from a loved on

    I can’t wait to read her solemn words

    I’m waiting for letters from a loved one

    And when I do I’ll probly cry

    To these letters I’m bound and tied

    I’m just waiting as each day passes by

  • Is a man valued by the number of bullets it takes to kill him?

    1…2…3…4…

    1…2…3…4…

    each man worth more

    See how they drop

    See how they drop to their knees

    And cry freedom

    Is a girl valued by the number of pains she can hold in her heart?

    4…3…2…1…

    4…3…2…1…

    All whores so rotten

    See how they break

    See how they break

    And cry freedom

    Is a god valued by the number of minds he can purify

    1…1…1…1…

    1…1…1…1…1…

    My mind is the, my mind is the, my mind is the purest mind

    And I cry freedom

    Oh freedom

    And I cry freedom

    Oh oh

    It Smiles as it Kills

    God has freed my mind

    God has freed my mind