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Badlands

by chris staples

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1.
In a slow dirty tear one became two i can't tell if it was me now i can't tell if it was you so look me in the eye and tell me when you see the stranger i have always been and now your know what it meant now you see what you thought you saw just like fish just like frogs just like weasels, horses and dogs. something from deep down is going to make you feel is going to make you wonder if it's fake or real now we're alone like we've always been cherries barely attached at the stem
2.
devil must have got your soul but i see an angel when i look in your eyes don't want to know your secrets don't really want to hear your lies we could sit in solitude february, march, april, may and june i've been predicting the weather contemplate the phases of the moon doesn't matter what you do love is not letting go of you new year's eve 1964 leaning over grand coulee dam bottle of warm champagne wilted flowers in my hand uneasy look in your eye unwilling to let go honey you are afraid come stand beside me in the snow
3.
get it straight up in your head don't consider anything one day your tower is going to fall your enemies are going to sing all we had to do is set the bait sit back and wait for the domino effect tripped off by one mistake maybe i'm just too naive i need to stash some daggers up my sleeve record every word you say and walk backwards when i leave
4.
the lady of fortune has blindfolded eyes she's indifferent as i rise to the sky and when at last i begin to fall the lady of fortune don't care at all don't know about karma don't know about god i'm just playing the odds with the lady of fortune don't know about free will don't know about fate that lady opens and closes the gate so give that wheel a spin let my luck begin
5.
on nights like tonight when the stations come in clear every note of every chord like a bell into my ear and the peripheral sounds they do not mean a thing go ahead and blur it out with a twist of the focus ring our love was a song it went on and on and on into the morning hour the sweetest grapes became so sour but now we know what were made of the paint is all chipped away the wheels are falling off and they're towing it away i was a cold automatic beast sometimes i was your lover combat me as a foe protect me as a mother it's not a ship coming to port a holiday parade a big band finale it was just a cool spot in the shade our love was just a whisper spoken softly in the night picked up and floated on unable to be made right
6.
just another rainy day waiting on an offer that you couldn't refuse whitewash paint on your jeans holes in the soles of your shoes you can't stay in one place for too long locked away in your little town every fall you gotta let go and let the cold winter wind blow you around
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hummingbird 03:44
hummingbird flap your tiny wings stick your skinny beak into everything too many choices one million tempting voices imaginary nothing constructed out of nothing tried to get your fill but your fill could not be gotten your senses were gratified but the pleasure was forgotten and your memories are building up now they're breaking through the levy and your back to where you started you're crying like a baby hummingbird where you going to go when it starts to rain? where you going to go when the winter comes again
9.
i shook hands with the clientele i meandered the halls of hell i bit my tongue i ignored the smell for you now that it's over behind me stands the dust covered ruin that we built by hand brick by brick 100 stories tall it's a tower of memories blurred by alchohol we crossed riverbeds of bone we used skulls as stepping stones cut mountain road through solid rock once we were fearless now we can't even talk a kitchen table 2 empty chairs your slender shadow climbs the stairs some rotten fruit a stack of mail thrift store jesus painting hanging on a nail castles in the sand built in a day washing away
10.
like a cold dead star we are falling apart settling into the dust spinning off into the dark i looked the other way you turned your naked eyes to the laws that apply to the living of our lives it's a cold blue light it's a bitter little pill hesitate to watch it suffer before you make the kill we're ordinary now just like everybody else scripted re-enactments of our childhood selves
11.
mailbox 01:45
i was afraid for a while that things would not be getting any better that i should be expecting a letter in my mailbox informing me that your feelings have been whittled down to nearly nothing and oh could you please collect up all your things and leave them in a box for easy pick up
12.
i do not know what lies ahead i do not know what i'll become i wish to promise you the moon i wish to promise you the sun nothing gets me higher than you every step of the way a coin is tossed a little ground is gained a little ground is lost let the good things come let the good things leave keep some good things tucked up your sleeve

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released January 1, 2010

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