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I’m the only one
You can’t have all the fun
We ought to save you some
Given the fact that you’re already dead
Unbelievable
Used to be the bull
We can ace it all
When the bar is lowered to the grave
We’ve started something
Started and there’s no telling when it’s done
It’s hardly something
We should be ashamed of, but there you are
I’ll tell you something
You can be no shinier than a stone
Intent is nothing
Genius is in just getting it done
Aluminum
Youth derision
We can all be one
When the worms have opened up our brains
We’ve started something
Started and there’s no telling when it’s done
It’s hardly something
We should be ashamed of, but there you are
I’ll tell you something
You can be no shinier than a stone
Intent is nothing
Genius is in just getting it done
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The Truth, Well...
04:09
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How much should I share?
How much should I put out there?
How much should I even care?
How much should I be aware
What if i don't care?
What if I don’t sit and stare?
What if I don’t pet the mare?
What if I don’t even care?
Am I not a man?
Am I not a caravan?
Am I not dirt in the sand?
Am I just not who I am?
How come I break down?
How come you don't come around?
How come we can’t just astound
Every time we touch the ground?
Time, time is hard
It’s just too much
Every second hand is faded by your touch
Time, time is cruel
It’s ruled by the youth
We are fated to be too old to tell the truth well
Focus, focus here
Every great deed, every tear
Focusses upon the fear
When they should focus up here
I’ll do what I like
I’ll do anything but twice
I’ll do all that comes to mind
I’ll do, at least for this time
Time, time is hard
It’s just too much
Every second hand is faded by your touch
Time, time is cruel
It’s ruled by the youth
We are fated to be too old to tell the truth well
How much should I know?
How much should I ever grow?
How much should I keep below
and how much should I let go?
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Mr. Leroy Brown
03:41
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Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s never around
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s never around
He’s been here in the morning
He leaves his dirty dishes and a pan of crusty eggs
And then I wash them alone
I’m always finding charges
I’m always finding bank accounts are closed
I watch the money, but it never grows
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s always never around
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s never around
When I’m home from the office
There’s always just a darkness to the air
I check the carpets but there’s never a smear
I always close the curtains
I’m certain that I did it, but there they are, as wide as day
Is somebody home?
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s always never around
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s never always around
Who’s clothes are in the basket?
It’s hard to tell what’s mine anymore.
I do his laundry, but I’m living alone
My memories are hazy.
I’m losing track for hours,
Here he comes, It’s Mr. Brown again,
But where have I gone?
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s never around
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s always never around
My friends are on the lookout
I told them he’s about my weight and size
We’ll have to wait and see, but no luck so far
I feel like it’s a fiction
I know it’s not a picture perfect plan, but it’s realistic
And it’s better than none
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s never never around
Mr. Leroy Brown
Mr. Leroy Brown, he’s always always always always around
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I said "why not?"
I said "why not?"
Why not give up and tear it all apart?
Oh, what’s the point?
Oh, what's the point?
What’s the point of keeping the dead alive?
And it makes a lot of sense to just forget about the past
You never really had it, and you never will again
And everything is golden when it isn’t happening
The future is perfection
And the past is just
The past is just
The past is just
The past is just the past.
You don’t need proof.
You don’t need proof
You don’t need proof to prove that you’re alive
An artifact
An artifact
An artifact is ego on your back
And it makes a lot of sense to just forget about the past
You never really had it and you never will again
And everything is golden when it isn’t happening
The future is perfection
And the past is just
The past is just
The past is just
The past is just the past.
Don’t slam the cell,
Don’t bar the gate
Don’t doom yourself to only being great
Don’t close the door
Don’t lock the key
Perception is what you want it to be
And it makes a lot of sense to just forget about the past.
You never really had it and you never will again
And everything is golden when it isn’t happening
The future is perfection
And the past is just,
The past is just,
The past is just,
The past is just the past.
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Growth Rings
05:28
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It’s over now
It’s not like before
It isn’t your fault
It’s not anyone’s
Images
Within the cracks of the flame
They come and they go
They’re never the same
What if the past was just a lie?
What if I made it in my mind?
What if the facts were never checked?
What if we never even met?
Pick up the phone, let everyone know that you’re alive and well
Please don’t let the only measure of your being be myself
I am so inaccurate, I can’t believe a single thought
The memory's too perfect to be anything but be made up
The manticore
We kept in the cave
It’s getting a job
So it decided to shave
And mysteries
Beneath the crust of the earth
They’re never exactly what you’d
Hoped they’d end up being worth
And we are running out of time
Yeah we are running out of time
And I can see it there behind us
I don’t know how but somehow it found us
Ice Age comes around again and can’t believe that we’re still here
We pretend we can’t believe it’s really been a solid year
We are stuck invoking rituals we made when we were young
To avoid the passing of another circle in the trunk
In Zanzibar
We slept in the cove
We lived in the rocks
We did what we chose
But in the fort,
There wasn’t a ghost
The kingdom was gone
From pillar to post
What if the past was just a lie?
What if we made it in our minds?
What if the steady course of death
Made every second feel possessed?
Memories of wild things we did when we were feeling free
Running through the hour glass and screaming like a fever dream
Is my vision better in a letter than when I can see?
Am I more alive when I am living in a memory?
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Jack Frederick Brooklyn, New York
Jack Frederick is a multi-instrumental songwriter from New York.
His music has been featured in MTV's The World of Jenks, Hunger Artist Film's The Fighter, Eric Douglas Ward's Prolix, and others.
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