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Be There in the Morning
02:58
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It's cold outside and we have no gloves
But we've got this guitar so let's keep on playing
Till our hands warm up, 'till they catch fire
Cause at this rate I know that we'll never get tired
Well the weather's always good up above the clouds
But I can't afford to live up in paradise towers
And I think I'd get bored of avoiding life's troubles anyway
Though rumor says it makes a nice vacation getaway
I think we should start a new tradition
Quit our jobs but once a year and start a revolution
Clear our heads of self-induced pollution
Hit the road and seek out the truth within
And the gaslight will stay in hibernation
From fear of my bad folk song renditions
That I belt out and sing with no intonation
Knowing half the words is just so much God damn fun
Well I don't always take the time I should
So right now I'm gonna make gonna make things good
Take a minute to thank all the friends I've got
Who stood by me even when I said no to pot
But that doesn't mean I can't have a good time
Yeah I'll set the mood with my guitar and I'll make rhymes
While you finish the bottle yeah while you get tanked
I will be there in the morning to help you fill in those blanks
It's cold outside and we have no gloves
But we've got this guitar so let's keep on playing
Till our hands warm up, 'till they catch fire
Cause at this rate I know that we'll never get tired
And the gaslight will stay in hibernation
From fear of my bad folk song renditions
That I belt out and sing with no intonation
Knowing half the words is just so much God damn fun
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2. |
Almost Enough
04:28
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Some of us don’t stand a chance the hand we’re dealt is pretty thin
Two threes, a four, and not much more, a pair of drunks lie on the floor
Their supposed to be, legally, expectedly my parents
But who knows what went through their head the day that they made me
Yeah, so I skip school, don’t do my work, my teachers talk behind my back
She’s unaware, she must be scared, I don’t get why she doesn’t care
But until school can teach my Dad to fuck himself instead of me
I’ll be home covering these bruises wishing someone would see
CHORUS:
No one's gonna help you and the world’s a bitter place
I learned this young that kindness doesn’t pay
It gets thrown right back in your face
Look out for yourself, you’re the only one who will
And if that doesn’t work then blame the world
Some of us don’t stand a chance the hand we’re dealt is pretty thin,
When a house, three cars, and money are used to hide a family scar
Their ashamed of me, pray I’ll be, cured of this disease, ever since
The day they found their oldest son with a guy between his knees
So I sit strung out by the corner store, looking to score something more
Then she walked by and tried to hide but I saw myself in her black eye
I said you look like you need to get the fuck out of this place
The words she spoke said something very different than her face she whispered
CHORUS:
No one's gonna help you and the world’s a bitter place
I learned this young that kindness doesn’t pay
It gets thrown right back in your face
Look out for yourself, you’re the only one who will
And if that doesn’t work then blame the world
Well he drove away, to his favorite spot,
Said one last prayer, then he stepped off
As she walked home, with the pills she bought
Heard a ringing in her ear, before the shot, her note said
CHORUS:
No one's gonna help you and the world’s a bitter place
I learned this young that kindness doesn’t pay
Iit gets thrown right back in your face
Look out for yourself, you’re the only one who will
And if that doesn’t work then blame the world
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Skipping Stones
01:28
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My energy is draining, my motivation waning
And the pain I feel is gaining as the rain picks up
Your solutions don't fit, you said this wouldn't hurt a bit
Well I need some time to sit, and think about this
The answers in life they are rarely yes or no
It's just a sea of fucking maybe and my head's barely afloat
My tongue is pleading, I can feel my ears bleeding
It's all out on the table and my heart's barely beating
It's not a pain in my chest, it's a yearn to progress
I don't want to stay here I'm just way too God damn restless
Who's great idea was this anyway I want to run away from here
Time missing the road, all this time it goes I know
Only makes me wonder how, when, and where I went wrong
The choice was never mine and we're running out of time
To use our phones as skipping stones and run, run, go, go, go
If I knew that night I'd end up here I would have shut my mouth
And let you go
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Splitting Time Burlington, Vermont
Transfemme nonbinary solo artist who writes songs as consistently as our government passes laws that help
people.
Stay punk, be gay, do crime.
All songs written and performed by Kristen Fiore
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