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Christmas Eve
01:53
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every day begins like new and dies
christmas eve, you fall asleep
now it's june... july...
all the city lights make a compromise
but you can't see when everything's so hard to believe
this abandoned house that i left down south still has a room
and it's vacancy wants to follow me like a full moon
that's close enough to get under it
still out of reach
everything feels so far away from me
everything feels so far from me
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Dead Skin
05:05
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i write a thousand words a day
none of them seem to get what i say
biting my tongue to confuse the pain
it's just a fear that i'll push her away
i've got a long way to go
and i don't want anyone to follow
i wore my shameless city grin too long and it wore thin
my dead skin met a mutual friend
they shared a bottle of medicine
thought it was only a drop, i never know when to stop
now my heart keeps playing this joke
abandoned eyes by the side of the road
when this disaster finally woke
there was enough to begin again
i was ashamed to open my eyes
for so much that i long to hide
dead in the dust laying low with my sins
"you've got to love yourself to begin with,"
whispered the one that i called my home
all things must pass... I'm told
now it's the strangest part of the night
you get a glimpse of that glowing neon light
know it's a feeling that you need to hide
nobody's waiting for you inside
oh, to be honest and just walk away
and feel alive at the start of a new day
there's no last call that you have to make
you feel it slip as time starts to shake
and tells you to stay
the other hand kept holding me down
like i had something to prove
now you don't see me like you did
now i don't see you at all
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Diamonds
04:05
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the end of winter is coming
we will learn to forgive the setting sun
as twilight begins to fork her tongue
buried in some reflection
i could not take another month
seeking shelter from i don't know what
so we start to drink a little faster
until the glass begins to cut
one more before i give this thing up
all those nights i'd go sleepless
troubled by a frozen melody
slowly return in silent heat
i lost touch with that promise
and drowned in subtle mediocrity
only to get lost so foolishly
but we will make every exception
to hear something beautifully sung
but i've been lonely with everyone i have loved
diamonds in the dark do not shine at all
covered up by this town
faces lost in the clouds
never coming down
lightning strikes and i stop to breathe
or so it seems
living's so much easier now that no one's around
living much easier now... now... now...
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been outside of this storm for a while
i started drinking again
looking back on my finest hour as somewhere to begin
maybe i'll start to have clarity
something i swore was taken from me
a rumor spread, i was already dead
but they don't look me in the eyes
growing old, yet i'm always in a rush
none of my old friends keep in touch
they knew i was a gamble from the start
and all bets were off
so i turn around and take it out on my own
maybe someday i'll learn to let it go
until then, i will reap what i sow
and watch it disappear
i need a new day to come
not exactly where I'm standing
i know I'm not the only one
how can i explain myself to a ghost on the shelf
in a language bought to sell as something true
with a voice i could never hear quite as well as you
on some unholy night, it was sung
"hallelujah" in the dark of my home
a dream got lost in my head not to return
i sang all alone
morning came, no i was not the same
a candle burned out only in shame
i told myself not to let it get this way
for all that came before
will a new day ever come?
all i own i will abandon
from the other side, far from home
if you long for an escape
i will do the same
you're on your own, babe
let go of the burdened hand that holds you
and i will remain the same way that you left me here
here, you left me here
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5. |
For All The Others
04:12
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listener, stay here until the end
it's solitude's ambition to become your friend
taking apart what you've built to mend
you're the only one left standing there
so dust off your soul, now click your heels
impressive strategy: unable to feel
anything more than the wound that heals
keeping track of everything possible
you're selling off to buy some more
it's a glorious kingdom asleep on the floor
with a gun in your mouth, no lock on the door
almost everything you've ever wanted
so if this song speaks to you, than that's a sign
that language is easy when all the words rhyme
and you've got nothing left inside but a dead dialogue undiscovered
have mercy on us who suffer!
he said, "i would, but that wouldn't leave much room for all the others."
now there's a dollar sign when you empty your hands
you give it all up for nothing but you don't understand
you're just a sunken anchor, a fish in the sand
if you breathe in deep you won't feel a thing
now introducing to the crowd
it's a perfect match for the underground
for anyone who can't find a clean way out
we all think the world of you
it's a dying wish, more like a matter of fact
desolation row's not coming back
don't worry baby, we can paint it black
it's been a long, long, long, long time
i'm out on the weekend
i'm learning to fly
like a bird on the wire at closing time
every waterloo sunset is waiting 'round to die
but hey, hey, hey what can i do?
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a heavy rain is bound to fall
a lost bird needs shelter after all
sky is blue but turning gray
why does it always end this way?
dark is the shadow of the wounded night sky
a feather falling down, no hesitation
unluckily, my angels all went blind
kept apart by another lost connection
there's a hollow sound you once drowned out
his train passing through the night
it's that dream stuck in my head, that widow in her bed
restless but not resigned
my reflection tells me that i'm running out of time
a heavy rain is bound to fall
a lost bird found shelter through it all
sky is blue but turning gray
why does it always end this way?
now the lights go out on every sign in town
the full moon needs a friend for whom to light a path
you know it won't be long before the clouds come down
in the meantime, you're just looking for a laugh
but the strangest part of being alone
is that you've got no one...
to tell your jokes
to bum you smokes
to love without a doubt
if you look right now, you just might see the sun come out
i had a dream that my love was real
and in my hands i felt something only i could feel
a little break from an endless day
but it always ends this way
why does it always end this way?
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7. |
No Passing Through
05:53
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shadows move across old brick
i stare vacantly as they pass
it's like looking into his photograph
and you cry when you thought you might laugh
we move around in a circle
our hands need a struggling task
you know that i went off looking for mine
and i never came home
you can see things aint what they used to be
and over time we'll give back what we stole
i watched you grow tall like that oak tree
saw myself just slowly get old
and taking place of this calm disaster
it's just a voice in the dark you won't hear
talking about leaving the same place you relate to your fear
i'll admit that sometimes i miss my little town
where i know i could find you there
because i'm lonely as hell in this city by myself
and i'm so glad to hear that you are doing well
so, please no passing through
please... no passing through.
our illusion of love made us hollow
it's hard to look past the one you don't see
poison memory tends to follows you
the way it still follows me
it's that now or never mentality
we've been holding on since day one
it seems you've found another
to keep close while you stay on the run
there's the lover who left you on warning
and there's the one that would fall at your feet
and by nighttime you won't know the difference
as you crawl through the same empty streets
and with no exception, they all keep asking
"when are you coming back?"
another plan to surrender, another meaningless panic attack
don't forget that you soon will be coming down
with a scar you will love to share
and you'll be lonely as hell in that city with everyone else
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8. |
Dirt
05:14
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wide awake in a strange landscape
taste the salt, uncover the stone
i hear a broken clock going off in an empty home
a tear of light against the eye of the storm i'm wading through
opens up to find a thunderous blue
bury me where the sun burns freely
and shines it's teeth on my bones
underneath the dirt just sleeping alone
you fall asleep under clean warm sheets
in a room that glows in the dark
i drift away but i only dream about motorcycles and bars
way beyond the stained-glass weight of the world
find something to keep
it all begins with a full moon just out of reach
i ask my shadow to walk behind me
tonight as i talk to your ghost
love never comes to those who need it the most
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Andy Holmes Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
"Full of wordy poetry and haunting atmospherics that recall indie storytellers like Conor Oberst and Sufjan Stevens, Andy
Holmes' late-night folk music is rich with existential observations about everything from panic attacks, to the loneliness of city life." -IndyWeek
Andy Holmes is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist living in Philadelphia, PA.
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