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Being Saved
03:17
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Born in an alley behind the church
Woke up guilty born, to the scourge
I swore to be selfless, swore to be clean
Though I was a baby, you did my swearing for me
Oh, I was afraid
Damn near given up being saved
Holding your breath for the life after death
Just as long as you prayed
Hell, I’ve given up on being saved
I have no hatred and I’m not confused
I’ve been tempted, goddamn I’ve been used
The warmth of my lover, a reason to bleed
Just tell me you love me, that’s all that I need
Oh, I was afraid
Damn near given up being saved
Holding your breath for the life after death
Just as long as you prayed
Hell, I’ve given up on being saved
We lay breathless one by one
Moaning sermons to no one
Stained-glass Sundays I would peel the paint off these chapel walls
Empty burdens weigh heavy on the backs of flocks just born to crawl
Oh, I was afraid
Damn near given up being saved
Holding your breath for the life after death
Just as long as you prayed
Hell, I’ve given up on being saved
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The floorboards creak
It’s 5am and we should be fast asleep
But you’re up moving
And I’m struggling to check the backs of my eyelids for something sweet
But I’m just spare parts and migraines
Anxious roots and rotten leaves
By now I’ve buried enough family
To have grown a proper family tree
And I don’t understand how you can love me for who I am
See I’ve grown tired of squeezing water from a stone
If I could splint these sickly bones I’d be alright
See I plan to stay for as long as nature lets me
Please don’t hold this all against me, I’m doing fine
I hope the children have your hairline
My flatfoot stumbles
I shared my sickness through our anecdotal mumbles
My downstate slur was just enough to convince you I’m alright
See I’m just bracing for impact
Uproot the words with nervous tongues
Like leaves the truth would trembled
All sweaty palms and swollen lungs
You know I don’t understand how you can love me for who I am
See I’ve grown tired of squeezing water from a stone
If I could splint these sickly bones I’d be alright
See I plan to stay for as long as nature lets me
Please don’t hold this all against me, I’m doing fine
I hope the children have your hairline
Honest words for honest people
I just wanted to feel whole
See I’ve grown tired of squeezing water from a stone
If I could splint these sickly bones I’d be alright
See I plan to stay for as long as nature lets me
Please don’t hold this all against me, I’m doing fine
I hope the children have your hairline
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3. |
Limbs
03:29
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Watched you count the rings of the limbs that you severed
Tighten up your grip as you cut the line
Bottle up that hate and set it down to boil
Goddamn this wretched fate set deep beneath the soil
I remember all the good times
Beneath the trees, beneath the street signs
The blood washed out
And your years ran thin
And you lost count of all these severed limbs
Count your walls and think them holy
Held up your roof to keep from folding in
On empty chairs to hold your broken body
You were so scared
I remember all the good times
Beneath the trees, beneath the street signs
The blood washed out
And all your years ran thin
And you lost count of all these severed limbs
And I remember dirty blood
'Neath the limbs you left there in the flood
I remember all the good times
Beneath the trees, beneath the street signs
The blood washed out
And all your years ran thin
And you lost count of all these severed limbs
I remember dirty blood
And I remember dirty blood
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4. |
Memphis
04:05
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Said the words were humble
Tires steamed against the road
In the lake slept muddy water
Rewrite the tarmac lead me home
Aren’t we just rented
Just hollow sin and drapery
And I crossed out the honest sentence
To rewrite the man I’ll never be
Maybe it’s fate
Well I don’t want to die in Memphis
So far from the gate
Well I’m leaving town defenseless
I know I’m no saint
But I don’t want to die in Memphis
Said the words were humble
Fell to ash on my tongue
Well we dragged our shoe soles back to Boston
To leave the tempest left undone
Maybe it’s fate
Well I don’t want to die in Memphis
So far from the gate
Well I’m leaving town defenseless
I know I’m no saint
But I don’t want to die in Memphis
I don’t want to die here
Said I don't want to die in Memphis
Maybe it’s fate
Well I don’t want to die in Memphis
So far from the gate
Well I’m leaving town defenseless
I know I’m no saint
But I don’t want to die in Memphis
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Queen of the Boulevard
03:42
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Aren’t you the queen of the boulevard
With your blue haired stumbles your wretched mumbles
Go on and bless the pavement
Let your legs be your carriage
For these streets are far too savage
And your eyes are no good anymore
Tell me 'bout the plans that you made now
How you’re winning back your kingdom
How the years are just for fools
Tell me that the neighborhood’s saved now
Your hands just fill your pockets
Cause you're wearing all your jewels
And I watched you swagger down to the store
You replaced your dagger with a cane of course
I know you’re tired of the way things might have been
Time wrapped itself around you to forget your kin
Tell me 'bout the plans that you made now
How you’re winning back your kingdom
How the years are just for fools
Tell me that the neighborhood’s saved now
How your hands just fill your pockets
Cause you're wearing all your jewels
Tell me 'bout the plans that you made now
How you’re winning back your kingdom
How the years are just for fools
Tell me that the neighborhood’s saved now
How your hands that fill your pockets
Cause you're wearing all your jewels
You know time can be so cruel
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Old Fox Boston, Massachusetts
Formed in Somerville, MA in March, 2018, the founding members, Alex and Ralph, decided to build the band and its music around the phrase, “honest words for honest people.” The band has since evolved with that goal in mind and has continued to focus on creating simple, vulnerable, and evocative music for anyone who decides to listen. ... more
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