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And you were shook to the core
So still went your heart, well that one thing’s for sure
Stirred up commotion, you’re a train
With Vilified horses on your frame
Just one common angel could engage
Fairy tale endings fading away
And you were shook to the core
So still went your heart, well that’s one thing for sure
Not one single moment could prepare those eyes
Just when you flourished the moon starts to die.
Latdadedah, latdadedahdahdahx2
Fallen freedom, a faceless past
Demon oh demon it can not last
And still went your heart, you were shook to the core.
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False start, you said it, it’s so hard you can barely wait
And no art could ever paint you clean for your perfect day
Nice chart, it’s flowing, thru the hills into your veins
You’re ark, could never build you up to you sail away
Failsafe mountain path never to far never to fast
Nice car, they said it, new parts for that tired play
That heart, you fed it, grass fed til you rot away
Failsafe mountain path never to far never to fast Failsafe mountain path never to far never to fast, it’s never that fast
Don’t you take a breath until you’re sure the coastline’s drenched in pure fire, the sign in white and capitals is hollow just the same. A corset came and strapped itself right in anxiety suffocating, a ransom note without a pen coffin scratched my damn skeleton
False start you said it, it’s so hard you can barely wait, well false start.
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Strung out daylight, rattling my chains
Basic instinct grumbling in pain
Seldom vices are ever welcome here
Store bred habits shopping thru the years
The daily struggle the doorman’s deed
Keep to the kindness and life is free
Could it be free suit guaranteed
Signed sealed keep that receipt
Makeshift bedframe, sure can lift you up
But what are inches compared to mountaintops
Focused young pill head mapping out the stars
Clouds full of soundless sound cloud superstars
The daily struggle, the doorman’s deed
Keep to the kindness and life is free
Photo finish post on a faceless feed
Placed under credits with the peanut gallery
No god will be on your side
Great news from the fakest people alive
Supporting a simpler mind
Stuck struggling for wealth and just a glimpse of the winning prize
What can you do this world is cruel
Shake the right hand to make you cool
Strung out daylight rattling my chains
Common interest soaked inside my veins
A slow recovery Shirley take your time
That damn retriever’s back to the starting line
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Digging holes in the brush
An ocean awaits you, if you dig enough
Shovel stuck, sweaty hands
The deeper, we're deeper then they would recommend.
So now we're stuck counting tear drops,
Mason jars full of morning dew.
Slither in, babbling brooks
It's repeating, repeating, somebody make it stop
Open up, try out those sails
We're deeper, much deeper
The water it never fails.
So now we're stuck counting tear drops, mason jars full of morning dew
Sandbag where the flood starts
How long til the storms thru?
So we wait for a story to unfold
There's a calm in the tide inside us all
Little fear that you fake dissolves
A moat around a broken heart
You’re a calm, little prick
The storm is approaching bound to take us all...
So now we're stuck counting tear drops
Wash them in with the morning dew
Sandbag where the flood starts
How long until the storm is thru
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Hold, a quick commercial grab a coke
By the time the song is wrote, another bomb, another joke
Sacrificial politic, sacred policy carved stone
I think they made another hit, another meme, another poem.
Alright, stuck in the middle of emergency
Bombs off in Boston off in old Paris
Their killing kids in elementaries, it’s alarming.
Well just a smoke alarm it’s beeping, fan it turn it off and then repeat
Projection light please take your seat
Press conference lined with ready mics
A big bad wolf, a bunch of sheep
Alright!
stuck in the middle of emergency
Bombs off in Boston off in old New Orleans
Their killing kids in elementaries, it’s alarming.
Neo the nazi starts to multiple, grabbing crosses spouting prayers to die
Instagram hashtag Y-O-Y
It’s alarming
Well just a smoke alarm it’s beeping, fan it turn it off and then repeat, Lips and hands are tiring but oh holy strength done shake me at my feet and so we roll
A maniac has built a dome, let’s throw some rocks until we go.
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Got you Strung up high, you’re a Deadbeat racehorse
Not the running kind but certainly trotting Tuesday’s thru Thursday’s
Well you lost the race consistent season
Made a laugh but stuffed in a truck this evening
Don’t you fold those knees at the sight of God, Got those horse shoes thrown round another rod
Don’t I know, Know I don’t, well you’re lying in a river but a river don’t seem to flow
It’s a bathroom date for some deadbeat junkie
Found a ticket he could cash, placed on the one and only
It’s a grip of hope with some sawed down fingers
Barely hold a rope for your neck or whatever’s left of a conscious
Don’t you find truth until the final frame
Had a good tip that you shot away
Don’t you know, Know you don’t, still lying in a river but a river don’t seem too flow, and you’re hard to press for what you call a miracle, selling teeth to get a little close.
Don’t We know!
Don’t we know fate’s got some grand design, you’re a betting kid but you’re betting blind.
Don’t you know, Know you don’t, well you’re lying in a river but a river don’t seem to flow and you’re hard to press for what you call a miracle. Don’t I know.h
Well you’re all strung up, you’re a Deadbeat racehorse
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Third studio album from Elroy Meltzer performed by S. Meltzer and H. Potter. 6 tracks recorded at The Fever House highlighting the bands transformation into a full on indie rock band, slowly escaping those Americana roots. Guest musicians include Nordy on lead guitar and Devin Knight on bass. Photos from Sabryna Davis and Jamie Eckelstafer. Lettering by Ty Dykema.
released November 23, 2018
