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Back Down The Hill
03:00
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I'm never alone anymore
Because I have a phone and so do you.
And I'll be hearing from you soon.
Everything said will find a home
Everything done will surely do.
All of us humming the same tune.
All my sounds are yellow hued.
Eventually a quiet blue.
I had a house built like a home.
One that we built outside the dome.
An island the misfits could call their own.
I had some friends I could talk to,
no matter what I was going through.
One-eighty the power our problems used.
Ever climbing for the mountain view
to watch the king of the hill tie his own noose.
But now my record shows more friends than I remember,
reminding me how we met
but I remember saying that I would go
but never showing up at all.
So, back down the hill.
Back down the hill, we go,
back down the hill.
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2. |
Casino Life
02:44
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Face down you've got another one safe, secured.
En guarde, we've got our armor on
to brace for words.
An uphill battle that will leave us empty-handed.
Still, we roll the dice and take our
empty chances.
Wheel spin, you drop the ball,
call your number and shade.
The marring marble's got the weight
to invalidate all your plays.
The deck is stacked, your sleeves are checked
with steel precision.
The world's controlled by paper slips,
they used your chips to print them.
Can the dealer be played?
Try your best, but rank suggests that
every rule can be changed.
No room to run away,
game tables are chained to your legs
and hands are always seen.
All their things are made from your dreams.
Your legs and hands are always seen.
All their things are made from your dreams.
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3. |
In Defense
05:29
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Here you are at square one of infatuation.
Both eyes caught to fuel some fantastic assumptions.
You would think he's an angel,
cast himself to your own right side.
Really believing pedestals are not in your mind.
You know, you're right,
you know you're right
please stand behind the thin white line.
He knocks them down just like dominoes.
Say, have another round.
On me.
One by one, he keeps them safe
in the dark so he knows they won't talk.
And you're talking in your sleep again.
Your head is blue while your eyes see red.
He's got hips and ribbons in his glass.
She's got ribs and linens on her mast.
He's been praised and pitied all at once.
He is what others want but will not become.
On blacker breath, blackbirds sing some greener songs
while tempest seas offer easy fixes.
And gentle bays all offer thicker weeds.
"I don't do this because I want to,
I'm forced by some."
He's just an animal.
He's just the same as you, you animal.
Ink on paper
or blood on my chest.
I prefer the latter
I can only do my best.
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Eric Doucette Madison, Wisconsin
Influenced by the writings of the more cryptic of lyricists and poets, Eric Doucette's songs are born in the roots of memory and are the inner commentary of an ever-changing mind. Currently based in Madison, WI. Eric is known for his full, baritone vocals, and raw, simple, and arresting live performances that draw comparisons to artists such as Pedro The Lion, The Weakerthans, and Counting Crows. ... more
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