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Van Occupanther
03:22
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I must be careful now in my steps
Years of calculations and the stress
My science is waiting, nearly complete
One glass will last for nearly a week
Let me not get down if I'm walking with no one
And if I stumble from exhaustion
These buckets are heavy, I've filled them with water
I could ask these people but I shouldn't bother
Oh no, I've stumbled, was I going too fast?
Some get angry and some of them laugh
They told me I wouldn't but I found an answer
I'm Van Occupanther, I'm Van Occupanther
Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
And stay out of sight for a long time
Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
And stay out of sight for a long time
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My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winters morning to the church house
Just to shovel some snow
Verse 2:
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder
An alter boy had been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To a train that was coming so slow
Chorus:
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
Verse 3:
I've been brought down to zero pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart you better look out below
Verse 4:
Well it ain't such a long drop don't stammer, don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
You'll be carrying those bruises to remind you wherever you go
Chorus:
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
Repeat Verse 1:
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winters morning to the church house
Just to shovel some snow
Repeat Verse 2:
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder
An alter boy had been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To a train that was coming so slow
Chorus:
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
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Was tryin' to break even
In a world gone mad
Whittled this high wire to a string
This without believing anybody's sacred words
Tryin' to send the arrow through the ring
For a time I kept my balance
The painter kept the pallette
But lately all the lines begin to blur
For mighty works of art may pierce me to my heart
Your simple love you give me I have burned
I felt something sharp in the bottom of my heart
The last bit of shrapnel left inside
But you believe it's love that puts the light in the dark
Well, maybe so
Break
The apartment smells like chicken
From the poultry shop downstairs
Lord, if I could only get some rest
As I feel my stomach sicken
It's probably just the chicken
But if I ever write you back, I will confess
That I felt something sharp in the bottom of my heart
The last bit of shrapnel left inside
But you believe it's love that puts the light in the dark
Well, maybe so
Break
I wish you could see me now
I bet you'd really be impressed
To hear the band, and see the way I grew my hair
What happened to the old days
When you'd come back from the shower
And lay a gentle kiss upon my hair
I felt something sharp at the bottom of my heart
The last bit of shrapnel left inside
You suggest it's love that puts the light in the dark
Maybe so
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February always finds you folding
Local papers open to the faces
”Passed away” to wonder what they're holding
In those hands we're never shown, the places
Formal photographs refuse to mention
His tiny feet, that birthmark on her knee
The tyranny of framing our attention
With all the eyes their eyes no longer see
And darkness comes too early, you won’t find
The many things you owe these latest dead
A borrowed book, that cheque you didn't sign
The tools to be bereaved with, be beloved
Give what you can: to keep, to comfort this
Plain fear you can't extinguish or dismiss
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If you’re travelin' to the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine
[Verse 1: Johnny Cash]
See for me that her hair's hangin' down
It curls and falls all down her breast
See for me that her hair's hangin' down
That's the way I remember her best
If you go when the snowflakes fall
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see for me if she's wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howling winds
If you’re travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Please say hello (Remember me) to the one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine
If you’re travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to the one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine
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Casey No Way Portland, Oregon
Solo artist with an eclectic range of influences from post rock to hip hop. Artistic expression is a necessary part of my being and I pour a piece of my heart and soul into every song I create, particularly those that skew towards the post rock genre, which I use to express the darker sides of my personality. My playfulness comes out in my hip hop and electronic beats. ... more
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