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Outlaw the Dead
03:49
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VERSE 1:
They post an eviction notice
On the cemetery gates
Uproot tombstones like they’re weeds
And start unearth’n graves
They pack up the old tenants
And drag their remnants south
They’re build’n a new strip mall
And kick’n the caskets out
CHORUS 1:
They’ve gone ’n outlawed the dead
They’ve gone ’n outlawed the dead
Those corpses can’t afford here
and they’ve
Outlawed the dead
Out - law the dead
Out - law the dead
VERSE 2:
Smash their monuments into paving slabs
And the departed don’t dissent
You’ll find it’s easier with strangers
If you’re looking to repent
It’s a city full of transplants,
Transients, and tents
All those good intentions
I’ll tell you where they went
CHORUS 2:
They’ve gone ’n outlawed the dead
They’ve gone ’n outlawed the dead
You can’t just lie there now they’ve
Outlawed the dead
Out - law the dead
Out - law the dead
BRIDGE:
I’m a shadow lingering
In a moonless breeze
Cursed to whither
Like a fruitless tree
I’m invisible now
Can’t you see? Can’t you see?
Can’t you see? Can’t you see?
VERSE 3:
She claims she’s busy work’n
So she can pay her rent
Yet someone takes those photos
And is spare’n no expense
She dresses to draw your eyes
Then writes you off with contempt
She’s desperate for attention
Yet it’s attention she resents
FINAL CHORUS:
You gotta outlaw the dead
You gotta outlaw the dead
There times when you have one choice
And it’s to outlaw the dead
Outlaw the dead
Outlaw the dead
Outlaw the dead and
We are the dead
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2. |
Boil the Ocean
04:54
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VERSE 1:
Another day trudges by in these horse latitudes
A single gust of wind and I'd feel blessed
The rain refused to fall and my thirst cannot be quenched
By the embarrassment of riches stretched east to west
CHORUS:
Boil the ocean
Boi-oil the ocean
Show the sea no mercy
And boil… boil the ocean
VERSE 2:
The currents out here can sweep you away
Especially if you tend to drift
I have kept afloat but I am sinking now
Now there’s one option left
CHORUS:
Boil the ocean
Boi-oil the ocean
Show the sea no mercy
And boil… boil the ocean
BRIDGE:
Oh my dear, do you know how much water I’ve taken on?
I jettisoned my rudder, shipworms infest my hull
I can barely perform
The simplest of tasks
Things you take for granted aren’t even in my forecast
VERSE 3:
I rip a pile of planks from the deck stem to stern
This ship’s become be candle down to its wick
Pages from my captain’s log now kindling for a bonfire
As the Earth roasts slowly on its spit …and we
CHORUS:
Boil the ocean
Boi-oil the ocean
Show the sea no mercy
And boil… boil the ocean
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VERSE 1:
I’m across the Bay, like I’ve been before
Stuck at MacArthur Station at this ridiculous hour
It’s a frigid little purgatory surrounded by the highway
Waiting on this open air platform after missing a connecting train
Once again the one connection on which I’m forced to rely
Is the one I can’t rely on at all
Well, as you know, I always thought we tried
To go A Bridge Too Far
VERSE 2:
My days glide by as I knock about
In markets unripe and rotten and a garden of my doubts
Yes, I know my trajectory is not one that will sustain
I may not be right in the head but I don’t need you in my brain
Your solutions are no better than only getting by
Don't plug holes, just refill the reservoir
Well, as you know, I always thought we tried
To go A Bridge Too Far
VERSE 3:
A mad man rants, my signal’s failed
The whole damn world’s determined to go off the rails
There’s no shelter to be had from the constant traffic stream
If we took part in a Turing test
I couldn’t tell you from the machine
We could talk in a language that’s plain and forthright
But that would require us both to disarm
Well, as you know, I always thought we tried
To go A Bridge Too Far
OUTRO:
Well, as you know, I always thought we tried
To go A Bridge Too Far
Well, as you know, I always thought we tried
To go A Bridge Too Far
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The suffocating sky
Won’t yield no light
The hazy hue hides
All sun and shine
It’s been an all day eclipse
With hints of apocalypse
It’s the last words
I heard from your lips
It Ain’t Good To Be In Love With You
It Ain’t Good To Be In Love With You
I was standing up on stage
With so many thanks to say
When I came to your name
I saw you walk away
Was it a slip of my tongue?
Was your praise better unsung?
Something about your departure
Really stung
It Ain’t Good To Be In Love With You
It Ain’t Good To Be In Love With You
I tried to apologize
In case you thought it a slight
But it didn’t quite feel right
When you smiled and said good night
A mistake taken as disrespect?
Or case of my benign neglect?
Maybe you didn’t know
You had that kind of effect
It Ain’t Good To Be In Love With You
It Ain’t Good To Be In Love With You
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VERSE 1:
You ought not to trade on your looks
To which Cleo curtly replies
Ya sell stock when its overvalued
Or did I not hear that part right?
She’s got herself quite the portfolio
Yeah, she’s well diversified
She calls what she’s doing day trading
Though her transactions tend to happen at night
CHORUS:
I can pay you in bottles of wine
Would that make me worth your time?
Cause that’s how the market values mine
These days
These days
These days
VERSE 2:
Yeah I saw all of those empties
Scattered across her bedroom floor
Still I took Jill in though I knew better
It was not something I should have ignored
There are remnants of her in this apartment
Chest in the closet, a blanket that’s stained
And the poison she would try to hide from me
Is now the only currency with which I’m paid
CHORUS:
I can pay you in bottles of wine
Would that make me worth your time?
Cause that’s how the market values mine
These days
These days
These days
BRIDGE:
Oh my larder is filling up
I never developed a taste for the stuff
Do you wanna barter?
Do want an exchange?
Do you think anything could be arranged?
VERSE 3:
I’m making my way through Hayes Valley
Gig bag strapped to my back
Crumpled bills stuffed in my pocket
The rest of what I got’s in my sack
There’s a line down the block for ice cream
Diners clog sidewalks sipping Merlot
A shirtless man shuffles by shouting
How he’s gonna slit all of their throats
CHORUS:
I can pay you in bottles of wine
Would that make me worth your time?
Cause that’s how the market values mine
These days
These days
These days
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6. |
I am the One Who Ghosts
04:42
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VERSE 1:
Wish I’d made my escape
With the coming of the plague
It was the perfect opportunity
For me to exit this stage
And quietly slip away — for
CHORUS 1:
I am the one who ghosts
A magician in a puff of smoke
The soldier who abandons his post
I am the one who ghosts
VERSE 2:
They’d been dating when he was still trying
To break into the local scene
Then he disappears 'til she spots him
On the cover of a magazine
Oh, I know his routine — for
CHORUS 2:
I am the one who ghosts
That fog that burns off on the coast
The substance of our sworn oaths
I am the one who ghosts
BRIDGE:
As a child I was told I had a high threshold for pain
Emotions — they’ve always been a different thing
I get drawn into negative space
Can’t have a voice or a face
VERSE 3:
Stuck on rope bridge
Spanning a pitiless gorge
On one side the earth lies
Bitter and scorched
For the rest I’ve brought my torch — for
CHORUS 3:
I am the one who ghosts
That word the gets lost in your throat
That last little bit of hope
I am the one who ghosts
OUTRO:
I am the one who ghosts
A magician in a puff of smoke
The soldier who abandons his post
I am the one who ghosts
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E.G. Phillips San Francisco, California
E.G. Phillips is a San Francisco based songwriter who creates lyric driven songs with his own special blend of whimsy and cinematic imagery which he uses to give a wry take on dealing with the longings of the heart and the madness of existence.
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