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This is the Day
05:49
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This is the day we knew was coming
We finally fell through this thin veil
The secrecy and silent cunning
This house of cards has fallen down
I lead the way with declarations
but 2 21 will never die
You took a while to let sensation
break over you like waves denied
We’ll celebrate our independence
As if celebrate is the word to use
The freedom here is only burden
Driving our feet into the ground
Maybe we’ll laugh someday at madness -
80 years old and still in flames
We’ve had a fiery fall from heaven
and now we’re burning on the ground
We didn’t care what overcame us
Our cri de guerre was “vive les fous”
Pieces of life dropped all around us
Scattered like leaves, they made no sound
This is the day we both saw coming -
this is the one, we cannot run
This is the time we pay the piper
to play a tune but we don’t dance
Somehow we hoped it would Passover
Always so sure we moved so fast
Like pillars of salt it swirled around us
Never look back, Never look back
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Diamonds on My Wall
03:57
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There are diamonds on my walls
A curious thing for sure
I wasn't looking for some new delight
Or a prism in my door
(I Hear)
The murmur of the cars
The moaning of a train
The tumble of a dryer drum
The rumble of a plane
There's an outline of a cat
Spilled like soot across the floor
A gentle wobble of the fan
As it comes around once more
The shapes upon the walls
Are suddenly so plain
The shadow on the floor
Quickly fades to gray
The amber in the fading light
Swirls and blows away
But when the sun comes through the clouds
It all begins again
Leaves are falling out my window
Shifting piles of yellow red
Let my mind and vision wander
Turns to amber waves instead
The murmur of the cars
The moaning of a train
The tumble of a dryer drum
The rumble of a plane
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3. |
When I Hold You Close
04:18
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You can say that I don't mean nothin' to you
You can say that you hate ev'rything that I do
Tell the world that I let you down
Told you lies and led you on
Ground you up as fodder for my songs
But oh, when I hold you close tonight
You'll say you love me and swear everything's alright
First you'll shudder, then call my name
Sink your nails till you hit my veins
You used to think that my eyes were black as coal
Now you think they're windows in a black hole
Tie me up with a spider's skill,
Spit me out like a bitter pill
Dead a thousand times if looks could kill
But oh, when I hold you close tonight
You'll say you love me and swear everything's alright
First you'll shudder, then call my name
Drink my blood when you hit my veins
Now you say that I'm really not that bad
Not the first and not the best you've had
How you need my wild desire,
Gnashing teeth and tongue of fire
Lay me low so you can rise much higher
But oh, when I hold you close tonight
You'll say you love me and swear everything's alright
First you'll shudder, then call my name
Sink your nails till you hit my veins
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4. |
A Fragile Peace
05:01
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Four o’clock in the morning
and I stumble to my bed
Tried all night in vain to kill
these devils in my head
Another shot of whiskey
and one more glass of wine
Is all that ever seems
to tame the beast -
A fragile peace
Morning rings in anger
through the voices in my head
Curse the night and day alike
and wish that I was dead
The preacher and the doctor
can only wring their hands
I sit alone
and wait for this to cease -
A fragile peace
A few more cups of coffee
and some tablets for the pain
My hands are so damned shaky
I can barely write my name
But I make it though another day
with no new casualties
I raise a glass
to greet this strange disease -
A fragile peace
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Something breaks, Something heals
Something flattens All my wheels
I can’t tell you How it feels
Something breaks, Something heals
Someone loses, Someone wins
Someone twists, Someone spins
Mark the spot Where it begins
Someone loses, Someone wins
Someone’s secret Someone tells
Someone’s buyin’, Someone sells
Glance away And it goes to hell
Someone’s secret Someone tells
Someone’s lost, Something’s found
Someone’s silent, Something sounds
Paper houses On the ground
Someone’s lost, Something’s found
Something’s lost. Someone’s found
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I Am My Father's Son
07:00
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It’s been 15 years since you passed away -
Oh, God, it seems like more
I can’t remember how you laughed
or why you died so poor
That lousy Chevy Nova
I bought for you that fall
I cried to see Your sad grey face -
Your world had grown so small
Somehow someone failed you
but I’ve not failed your memory
You’ve come to live and die again
somewhere inside of me
I resist but you insist -
I fall down to my knees
I can’t hide and I can’t run -
I am my father’s son
Well, I drive a Lousy Chevy,
and it’s mostly blue like yours
And I still play your green guitar
mostly tuned to open chords
I’ve got your bad knees and your bad luck
and I sometimes lose my way
I can’t believe I was in junior high
when I first noticed your toupee
Somehow someone failed you
but I’ve not failed your memory
You’ve come to live and die again
somewhere inside of me
I resist but you insist -
I fall down to my knees
I can’t hide and I can’t run -
I am my father’s son
I have a wife and a family
but something’s not quite right
I’m always kind of restless
and I lie awake at night
I feel the anger and the sadness
that made you cry out loud
I never really quite fit in
and I’m lonely in a crowd
Somehow someone failed you
but I’ve not failed your memory
You’ve come to live and die again
somewhere inside of me
I resist but you insist -
I fall down to my knees
I can’t hide and I can’t run -
I am my father’s son
But I have the hope of glory
and I’m fighting the good fight
I can’t hide and I can’t run -
I am my father’s son.
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Lucky Jr Livonia, Michigan
Terry Birkett is a guitar player, songwriter, and a confirmed lover of music and
art.
The band Lucky Jr. is Terry Birkett, Doug Austin, Mike Gusway, & Bob Young.
Past members include Austin Burkett, Adam Ribant, & Colin Birkett.
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