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sad man with toy piano
03:20
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everybody wants to cut me down these days
what can i say?
and my brother saw me running outta my brain
what can i say?
i can't stand it when my head gets in the way
gets in the way
so i run from my thoughts and from your eye
what can i say?
i was your fantasy, i know
a little too well
but dear it's over, and i say
i'm sorry to say
i'm sorry to say
they run their mouth off like it doesn't hurt at all
i heard it all
she always said that of her lovers i'm the best
i love the best
this confusion's got me clutching at my lungs
i love the best
you were my fantasy, i know
a little to well
but dear it's over, and i say
i'm sorry to say
i'm sorry to say
whatever they say, i know it's
whatever you say, i know it's not true
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there's a ghost inside this room
and at the ending of the day, listen close:
a killing like a bottle broke
not content with what he had—had
an actor, b-list movie star
alcoholic with regret, he wanted more
parties big in hollywood
throws his glass down to the ground, to the ground
into the light
into the light
his lover found him on a rope
but suicide was not the case (hear me out)
a pleasure taken way too far
asphyxiation of the soul, to fill the hole
into the light
into the light
into the light
into the light
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man and his symbols
03:54
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the woman walking towards me
on a sweaty, city day
fidgeting her hair like a one-night stand
the devil makes it easy
to unravel when you're down
so i follow her downtown to the motel
(man and his symbols
my dad is spiritual
mom was a virgin
sunlight is hurting)
cover my eyes, it's best when i'm blind
bandanna on my temples
i reach beneath her dress
realizing then—there's someone else there
this person's got a pistol
doesn't want money or love
questioning the film that projects into my eye
(man and his symbols
my dad is spiritual
mom was a virgin
sunlight is hurting)
kill me slowly, shut down the lonely
rawhide
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confessions
03:54
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there is nothing darker than you know
there is nothing darker than you feel
there is nothing that is not unreal
and the evidence is covered red
in a box that's underneath my bed
to a smile i will frown instead
and you say i never write about you
it breaks your heart
and you say i never loved you
but i love you—you know i do
these confessions
don't fix anything
they are lessons for a cloudy day
let them take your heavy thoughts away
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minor me Los Angeles, California
MINOR ME was conceived on solitary late nights by edgar acosta, a songwriter/guitarist worshipping at the altar of jack white, kim deal, and leonard cohen. based in L.A., MINOR ME seeks to combine poetry with the push and crackle of guitar electricity. the live show wavers between floaty, introspective pop and groovy, upbeat punk. ... more
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