EVERY TIME I DIE – Typical Miracle

I need a new rock bottom. I’ve got to find a beloved back alley. I’m bored
as hell in Soddom and Eden is just another dry county. The local haunts have
been blessed, all their spirits dispossessed. Even our bed is the second best
and the end isn’t near it is now. These drugs won’t even bring me down. I wanna
dance but I don’t hear a sound. You can’t fuck when your friends are around but
my slow death drew a crowd. Can’t take two sins off of one ox. Pile them on
because she won’t spare the rod. You don’t drown faster the deeper you sink so
you best make peace and take in the sea. Nurse that stray black dog. Stay low.
Keep digging. Divine light continued to shine for so long that the battery died
and no spark can be seen in my eyes so it waved death down. The rapture came
and it went while my faith was treading cement. I’m hell bound but I’m heaven
sent so I’m lifted back into the ground. I’ve ascended back into the ground.
There was whiskey in the Devil’s blood and there was blood in my cup so I will
make me a better grave. I will find my own way.

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EVERY TIME I DIE – Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space

I want to be dead with my friends,
I want to be dead with my friends.
Wide-eyed, brilliant, tie them in rags.
I want to be dead with my friends.
I want to be dead with my friends.

When the iron sharpens the iron.
When the iron sharpens the iron.
When the iron sharpens the iron.
sharpens the iron.

I want to be dead with my friends
I want to be dead with my friends
Mother load, unforgettable end [?]
I want to be dead with my friends

Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts,
Against this, even gods fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We’re the last of the lost,
but now we’re the first of the fashionably late.

Loved ones decompose,
You’ll dance around their bones
Most of us are holy ghosts
All of us are holy ghosts
[x2]

We made the scene when we made a scene
And though it was brief, it meant everything.
Oh what a pity, now they’re bound to make us saints.
Oh what a pity, now they’re bound to make us saints.

Against this, even boys fight violently in vain,
What chance could we have stood?
We’re the last of the lost,
but now we’re the first of the fashionably late.

I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave
I refuse to be the only man
Put to rest in a mass grave

You were all there with me
You were all there with me
You were all there with me

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EVERY TIME I DIE – The New Black

Baby you got me all wrong.
And maybe I’m not at all down and out.
I’m high and I’m in.
Don’t you know who I am.
I’m the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
When I finish struggling,
We can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator
Stuck between stories.
I always find myself in the middle of your stories.
With the cameras as a witness I will suffer.
Everything I do is wrong.
But by god I do it right.

We don’t dance no no no.
We got class.
No we don’t have any fun at all.
It’s the new style and we know it.
We’re not stunning, we’re just stunned and we’re lying for a living.
Don’t you know who I am.
I’m the real thing with low-key sensibilities.
I don’t need what I’ve got half as much as everyone covets it.
If loving me is wrong, then god damn you do it right, it turns us on to turn you down.

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EVERY TIME I DIE – Touch Yourself

The stand in will suffice, I suppose. A tunnel painted on a brick wall.
When the crowd arrives in droves, they don’t question the depth at all. I got a
weak heart, so I’ve heard. I wouldn’t know because it hasn’t said a word. All
these winters, not a sound. It probably never had a chance to thaw out. You
don’t touch what you want to survive, so this distance is keeping me alive
until the ones that have loved me are dead. I will hold my breath. And pray
that my aim is true. The meat sits in my blind spot. The maze around it is the
meal I want. The meat sits in my blind spot. Hallelujah, got a trophy kill.
Maybe the flesh will have its day. Maybe the meaning will not get in the way.
God saves every third person, but he won’t help us if we help ourselves I only
marvel at existence in the language existence permits. Most hearts make
terrible sounds, so I laugh. An army of images stalks the land in search of
ideas. I am struck only when I think to step back. So a stand will suffice, I
suppose. A tunnel paint on a brick wall. When the crowd arrives in droves, they
don’t question the depth at all.

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EVERY TIME I DIE – Turtles All The Way Down

I have lived every day of my life
Thinking only of what I should think
When I read back at everything
That I have written
On how I lived my life

And in the process of doing so
I have started the chance to feel alive.
Just to stay an observer of an impartial observer.

Here I go again. I’m chasing my tail around the sun.
Standing beneath a tortoise under an elephant under the world.
The gravity of the battle means nothing to those at peace.
I can’t believe I thought my thoughts meant anything.

When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we begin.
When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we begin.
Superman. Superman. Superman.

We are starving to death on full stomachs.
Running miles, new hearts on old legs.
If I had known all the howls were false alarms,
Oh just imagine the ammo we’d save.

Here we go again.
I’ll come to your party if it goes until 4 question marks at least.
3 or less and it’s not worth my time at all.
On nights like those my absence trumps my company.

When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we begin.
When we think we’ve reached the end, we’re only back where we being.
Superman. Superman. Superman.

I truly believe I’ll be remembered and that even this sentence will be studied.
Will you think I am wise because I’m aware of that?
Or am I just killing myself before they get me?

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EVERY TIME I DIE – She’s My Rushmore

Cut your break lines, brake your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign.
Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.

Thank you lord:
1) for this oil slick.
2) for her car wreck.
3) for I’m lovesick.

Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when you thought we were done for.
I pulled through. While you rested your eyes in the driver seat, I sat and watched you.
Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
Trust me.
We’ll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes till we’re over it, under it, screaming like bombs for it.
Oh dear me, I’ve done it again.

Thank you lord:
4) for the loaded gun.
5) for the bad aim.
6) for I’m lonesome.

God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.

[p.s. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.]

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EVERY TIME I DIE – Starve An Artist, Cover Your Trash

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked. Withstanding change like a tragic
play or holy war between the sects. The carnival stands but the cities will
tend to move. Like planets around a star, or water circling the drain? Sould
less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page of the map. Avant
guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass. Still holding up the wall. Still
life. A landmark placed for the photo op. He’s got no teeth, he doesn’t bite an
empire falls but the cockroaches stay to breed. Is it superior genes, or won’t
death collect such awful things? Yes it’s garbage, but does that mean that it’s
art? Gourmet carnage, a pulse without a heart. If you leave it hanging long
enough, someone will be amazed and just because it’s personal doesn’t mean it’s
not cliché. If it doesn’t look like something now, steal it before it does.
Avant guardian angel on the wrong page of the map. Avant guardian angel I am
heartache, let me pass I will be there to help straighten out the frame that so
proudly displays my own death certificate.

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