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01:36
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Smoke Signals
04:30
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She pines, the times,
have been dramatic.
Those smoke signals still rolling
off the hill
Down Sherman ave,
where she lights her cigarette.
It's been a while,
but she still got time to kill.
Every station plays
the same old static.
The backseat dreamers
drive to drinking songs.
Up the way,
well, I used to know a quiet place.
But someone had come and claimed it
while I was gone.
And from the corner bars to
the windowsill,
those distant stars,
little wishing wells.
She's wagging
a crooked finger
at the lord.
Saying I’ll get mine
when you get yours.
She pines
she pines, but it ain't no-one's fault.
There's just nothing here
for your kind after all.
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3. |
Twenty Something
04:21
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Always biting my tongue.
Waiting for change.
Searing my lungs
another nicotine fix for that animal brain.
Chasing a dream
down a thousand yard stare.
Tapping my foot to the beat
I thought by now I’d be a millionaire,
but not every thought is well worth hearing.
Not every ache is a new fucking lyric.
Twenty something and overcast,
shouting at a flickering screen.
Thought there was a reason
thought I had a reason
shaking every hand that was reaching for me.
always late to the game.
The last one to leave.
Turning over a brand new page
when yesterday's I’d never dare to read.
Then racing off to the show.
Or Pacing the streets
glaring into a bottle
thinking I could see what no one else can see.
But not every vision is from on high.
Not every contradiction means I gotta' cross the line.
Twenty something and all used up.
Sober for the moment, at least.
I know every reason.
Never knew they were reasons.
Shrugged off every friend who was reaching for me.
Twisted minds can think alike sometimes,
but that don't mean that they mean well.
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4. |
Remission
04:28
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5. |
You & I
03:44
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They say time is of the essence,
You shouldn't dabble in extremes.
I'll crash this car and kill the both of us I swear
Everybody's capable of saying stupid things,
sometimes.
I know you are.
But what am I?
We said a lot then it was over.
They say the truth will set you free.
My anger is an asteroid isolated in it's orbit
just waiting for a golden opportunity
to strike.
We are the same,
you and I.
Let's draw the fucking curtains.
Then a little bit of blood.
Moving on will be the easy part
in the morning,
at least if we can ever sober up.
I hardly even turn the lights on.
So I don't recognize the shapes.
I've grown accustomed to this caliber of vision.
I think that I’ll be better off this way
through life.
I've always preferred
the night, anyway.
How the hell is Arizona?
I thought I saw you in a crowd.
I am dismantling your likeness,
from memory.
and trying not to freeze to death somehow.
I know we are the same.
You know we are the same.
You and I.
You and I.
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6. |
Cause for Concern
03:49
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Got no cause for concern,
at least not tonight.
Finally managed to lighten up
like an old vacancy sign.
Where I sit penning poems
or just shooting at cans.
Trading blood to the great unknown
from a wobbling bar bench.
Where I can weather anything, it seems.
got a sense that i don't belong
like a kite caught up a tree.
The waitress is kind,
if a bit overcast,
but I feel fine
at long last.
I wish I hadn't mouthed off
so I could call you tonight.
your man's on the jukebox here,
I imagine your surprise.
I might ask you to dance,
you used to tug at my arm.
And twirl like some strange machine
with so many intricate parts.
you'd always return back to me.
you got an unruly spirit kid,
you keep slipping out of reach.
The waitress is kind,
I know she wants to talk.
But for once, I
do not.
I wish I had the guts
to be more than just honest.
I don't really play the songs
I just hammer on them.
The waitress is kind,
she pours us a round.
And tells me about getting lost
and found.
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7. |
Either Way
03:16
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I always use the common tongue
when I’m chomping at the bit
or drinking with the lights on.
You might've heard me say before
I walk a narrow line.
But if it's late,
I'll keep my exits wide,
and I feel like a stranger in these parts,
They all sort of look familiar after dark.
All those little amber windows
hanging christ-like, solemn and cliché.
I always use the common tongue
When I’m trying to steal a kiss
or drinking with the lights on.
You might have seen me once or twice
on the farthest edge of town,
turning on or dropping out.
I thought I heard my name across this bar.
Even dangerous times still have a little charm.
If you want to you can use me
for a little while, I never do complain.
like I could stop you either way.
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8. |
Cut and Dry
04:18
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You bought some paints
and cut your hair.
A cleansing sage
hangs in the air.
You always try to be prepared.
For what could or couldn't be.
A passing thought
or cosmic ray.
Everything
must have it's place.
That song bird in the covered cage.
The bar just up the street.
I know you've got your reasons
all your stars and signs.
You had to make your own way
out of mine.
You just had to get away.
(musical interlude)
I like to talk
and stay out late.
An idle thought
is all it takes
when I’m behind the palisade
With all my toys and melodies.
But I miss the old days,
I can't turn back time.
You know I get so logical
when I fantasize.
You've got a million reasons.
Shivers down your spine.
I know you see the future
like a message written in the sky.
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9. |
God Fearing Boy
03:08
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I get nervous all the time,
with wandering thoughts like satellites
in search of something
they could be of service to.
And stuck in bed, uncouth, unquenched,
where i must contort my common sense
till I get going on
the few things I got to do.
And there's a voice,
or sometimes just imagery.
As if a higher authority
said it might help
to feign just a little joy.
As if it were a choice,
cause you know I’d do anything,
if I thought it'd change anything
I'm ready and willing
like some good god fearing boys.
I got pills that make me weak.
Like a banderole in a clement breeze
or a goldfish limping
around in a dirty bowl.
But I prefer my clumsy songs,
my tired, brutal, fucking songs.
They are the only things
I feel I can control.
And there's that voice,
symbols flash on the screen,
in a sickening cacophony.
Saying it might help
to take yourself outside
walk to the park,
as if I hadn't tried everything.
Well, ok, maybe not everything.
It's not as bad as it probably seems
It's just how I am sometimes
when I don't have you at my side.
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10. |
The New Age
03:47
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I shrug my shoulders at the new wave.
Drink a little in the day.
kick my feet up on a long chaise
sleep off everything I can.
Think I wound up in the wrong place
When I stole home base.
I never think about the long game
When I need a place to land.
It's all right to be bad sometimes
To get a little peace of mind.
There's a lightning on the water front.
A fire in the west.
And you, somewhere, I guess.
I take up arms against the new age,
smoke a little for the taste.
I only travel at my own pace,
stumbling down the barrio.
I’m always wearing such a long face.
Drifting out to space.
While Serpent charmers in a failed state
are playing on the radio.
It's all right to be bad sometimes
To get a little peace of mind.
There's a black out in the gallery.
A murmur in my chest.
And you, and I, I guess.
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Jory Avner Chicago, Illinois
Jory Avner is a singer-songwriter based out of Chicago, Illinois. By blending highly stylized lyricism and guitar with synth/rock soundscapes, he strives to create an atmosphere that is deeply textured, thought-provoking, introspective, and yet succinct in terms of narratives. ... more
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