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All Aboard
02:46
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All aboard the ship to sea
All aboard the ship to sea
Hope someone will come and rescue me
Waving as we set to sail
Stand atop the great blue whale
Only hope that we don’t crash and fail
I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go home
Acid and a velvet coat
Lips around the boom box float
White piano fingers in my throat
I don’t wanna go I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna go I guess you know
The seed will grow ever so slow
On its own
Delirious sleep deprived
Prisoner of the FBI
Why’d somebody have to go and die?
Now I wanna go now I wanna go
Now I wanna go rest my phone
Leave us alone we’re stranded on our own
Take me home
©2010 John Christopher Holt (BMI)
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Meltdown
03:54
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I’m gonna have a meltdown
I’m gonna have a meltdown
And when I do
There’ll be no room for you
I’m gonna have a meltdown
I’m gonna have to roll down
South to LA
There I might be okay
Quiet night will set me straight
I’m gonna stand my own ground
I’m gonna stand my own ground
We’ll find a way
And maybe I’ll stay
Renowned, bound to my faith
On down the road
On down that dark and lonely road
On down the road
Happiness is no joke
I’m gonna hold my arms out
I’m gonna hold my arms out
And welcome you
Back into my room
I was gone, gone
But now I’m home
©2010 John Christopher Holt (BMI)
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3. |
I'm Immune
04:20
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If you want me to wait
I won’t be made a fool
You better not be the bait
Don’t you know what you do?
For years you could’ve walked alone
You made the choice
You knew you had to keep your home
Now you lose that comfort zone
You’ve outgrown, and how you’ve flown
Something else came around
As a means to an end
When the fire was out
We could light up again
Set me reeling with a smile
I could hide but oh you know it’s not my style
Keep your secret all the while
We light the fuse
But don’t you know that I’m immune?
Don’t you know that I’m immune?
Yeah, I hate to break the news
Now my focus is on you
I need you to help me follow through
It’s all too easy now to choose
So much to lose
Don’t you know that I’m immune?
Don’t you know that I’m immune?
So you better change your tune
Can’t you see that I’m immune?
Am I getting through to you?
Am I getting through to you?
©2010 John Christopher Holt (BMI)
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A Cosmic Joke
03:09
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Do you feel that something isn’t right?
Could be paranoia but not quite
Is everyone man-made?
And you’re the only human being played
A schizophrenic mind
Will question all mankind
As a vast conspiracy
It’s what you want to see
Look around and dig for any clues
Voices say keep loosening the screws
Is it some cosmic joke?
Taunted through a screen of smoke
You’re the only one that’s real
The synthetic truth concealed
And the puppeteers commence
To laugh at your expense
Do you feel that something isn’t right?
Do you feel that something isn’t right?
Do you feel that something isn’t right?
Only paranoia that you fight
©2010 John Christopher Holt
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Always In Awe
04:02
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Always in awe of you
And now that you’re gone
Haven’t got a clue
Cause it doesn’t feel alright
To look across the crowded floor
And not to see that smile
Shining anymore
A human cigarette
With hands stained and bruised
That never broke a sweat
On someone else’s blues
Always in awe for years
All that I saw now clouded by the tears
Watch me fall down
I’m too gone to care
Like a fool I will drown
No one said it would be fair
Cause you’re never coming back
It’s not a choice to be made
Nothing we can ever change
Just a memory of how the hand was played
Always in awe even now
I’m so withdrawn
Wondering how to move on
Always in awe
We were always in awe
©2010 John Christopher Holt (BMI)
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Aim High
03:05
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We suffered such a long
Summer heat
And then the fall fell too soon
Some might say she brought defeat
My winter’s pale in the light of the moon
And the wind has left my sail
Since that lonely labor day
We try and still we fail
The cold will only bring dismay
Oh, so now I long
For summers past
When all my cares were few
And I hope we might be free at last
Again, the dream of me and you
If the wind could fill my sail
For now it’s all but blown away
When at my feet a feather unveiled
And all my troubles fade, and I
Can’t forget that day
©2010 John Christopher Holt (BMI)
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Say Goodbye
03:28
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Medication
03:31
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I was lost in isolation
I was craving medication
And all I drink will help me think
But I can’t sleep a wink
I’ve been burning at both ends
I’ve been spreading way too thin
In all my dreams
I hear their screams
But I’m just imagining things
And though I’ve tried
To kill my pride
Say I’ve got a problem
But I feel it all too often inside
Alcohol through white and black eyes
Sober talking junkie disguise
And now to soak
In crown and coke
That’s the cosmic joke
©2010 John Christopher Holt (BMI)
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Soapbox
05:58
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All the lights are on
But nobody’s home
Tonight
All the lights are on
But nobody’s home
Anymore
The crumbs on the floor
Swept out the door
The voice on the phone
But nobody’s home
New mouth to feed
Less heart to bleed
These days
There’s no soapbox
Only frozen clocks
And broken hands
With no place to stand
Just wasted land
Slipping away
Slipping away
So much to pay
But nothing to say
Maybe someday
Just not today
I know what you mean
I’m gonna change my scene
©2010 John Christopher Holt (BMI)
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When you’re gone
Some will cry
Others bleed you dry
But no one else can hurt you
When you’re gone
On your own
There was time
For building walls in line
If only to protect you
From yourself
In the end people grow
But few will know
A name is just a legend
When you’re gone
All lyrics © 2010 John Christopher Holt
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