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Fall Risk
03:30
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With their hands on my hips
I can't help but
look at their lips
and swing me around
don't look over the ledge
don't look down
on me, i this town
look at the buildings
swing free with my friends
look at the buildings
look at that sky
hear it crashing down
try to hold me up
hands on hips
moisten your lips
suddenly a Fall risk
stuffed on the dolly
cramped in the lift
things might get strange
do you get my drift
stop and start
jumping my heart.
a week or more in bed
that's what they said
off with his head
he's not dead
just looks that way
Just know it hurts like hell when It gets strange
At least you know you’re alive
no merch sales in heaven
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Hate to Think
02:33
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Hate to Think
I hate to think.
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If Anyone's Pissed
03:13
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Rain falls on
Tuesday and friday
Set your clock
Just don’t lose your watch
Eyes on the prize
Everyone dies
A gun in the school
Blood in the stool
What did this want to be
A camper van with a new tv
You left us
I caught the bus
If anyone is pissed, it’s me
Blurry eyed bastard
Hoping for metal
And heavy metal between the thighs
Yeah eyes on the prize, everyone dies
Mixing metaphors
and xannies and tv
that got your panties in a bunch cuz he's taking a knee
Home of the brave, land of the free
What did this start out to be
A camper van with a new tv
You left us
I caught the bus
If anyone is pissed, it’s me
I’m willing to look the other way… again
Or some shit like that
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Maggie Might
04:00
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He sends me letters
And signs them Maggie
Or signs them Sally
He says he knows me
He signs yer lovin
He signs yer lovin
I got a new friend
Just an old friend
He’ll hold my hair
He’ll put me to bed
But he don’t know me
Maggie doesn’t dance
Sally couldn’t try
such a tall young man
Gave his eye for an eye
Yeah its how that works
So he Sleeps on the floor
His brother was a healer
His mom so hardcore riff
Watch the beds fill up
Morning meds lined up
Monday, Tuesday, wednesday
On and on and on riff
I got a new friend
Maggie might
Maggie might
Be him.
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Bittersweet Little Pill
04:06
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it seems so nice
but doesn’t everything
when you believe what you hear
listening or not
and so conscientious
holding closer to our dreams
holding out our hands
but its a bit old fashioned
here’s the new breed… the old fashioned.
whipped up some cream
for the boy in the dome
burned a new flag
and called it our own
a homer a gift
a lost weekend
pull me really close
and i’ll kiss you again
mangle the jacket boys
strangle the ascot
happiness waits for
whom the bell tolls
it don’t mean a thing
the champions agree
nothing means anything
until the room gets clean
for better or worse
i ran outside in my bare feet
to feel the cold ground.
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TV Shop Winos
02:31
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tv shop winos
we hold court mornings
sometimes at lunch
jsut a tv shop wino who saw the challenger there
and stayed late for super bowl
just a tv shop wino
on a coffee break
tossed that ball into the crowd
is it too late to celebrate
waiting for the next heartache
without satisfaction
two towers and a couple of jets
would've been cooler with camera phone
or is that the same thing
two towers and a couple of jets
counting the bullets in the crossfire
eyewitness to the expanding mire
that blows up on the inside
white shirts with a smattering of blood maybe that's
a bloody nose... that's all i need
dunkin donuts in a paper bag
smoking ciggies in the palm of my hand
living in the city has been a dream
living in reruns from channel 13
lucky numbers from a to z
don't leave me hangin'
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I Was Getting Off Anyway
03:01
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I was getting off
Before i hit the wall
On my way to floorboards
And under the overpass
There you were,
I saw a sign I felt your curse
And the fucking light
Stopped me where it hurts
Hide in the window frame
Check my phone, look frustrated
I must be busy, busy important
And I’m the only one and you’re window shopping
i know i can tel without looking
A bedroll and the times. An iPhone and the back nine
A coffee and two dimes, every fifteen minutes the church bell chimes.
The best days of our lives.
Going green with the new deal
Out the corner of my eye
You knew I was looking right through
You knew
i was full of shit and i was pissed
You saw little boy blue., little boy blue
Two lights later the same overpass a
Another sign your your sister, your wife,
Like I’d know, but i admire the persistence
The insistence and i felt bad all day long.
Do you remember, the best days of your life?
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The cigarettes of petersburg
are riding high in the wind
The cigarettes of petersburg
Are smoking black with hope
Don’t meet me with your vape
Don’t meet me halfway
Yeah man
smoking in petersburg
Up against a wall
hide around a corner
Hairy and pitted
A face for the ages
In the back of a car
In a wannabe alley
Smoking in Petersburg
But in Indianapolis,
You’re so welcome
But down here in the triangle of death
The sun won’t shine
The view from here
Is entirely mine
So please please please
Let me get what i want
Smoking in Petersburg
I'm Indianapolis
You're welcome.
The cigarettes of petersburg
are riding high in the wind
The cigarettes of petersburg
Are smoking black with hope
Don’t meet me with your vape
Don’t meet me halfway
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Where were you guys when I need you?
Omaha's a Weird Looking Shit
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Brick Briscoe Petersburg, Indiana
Brick Briscoe is a composer, filmmaker and producer. He writes songs about you or someone you know.
Odds are you will cross his path sometime this year.
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