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Wasted Words
01:46
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*Instrumental*
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Barren Field
04:41
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Barren field
Your weeds are tall and plenty
And I think they’re flowering
Casting shadows onto the stricken land
The weeping sand
The roots they said
Were borne out in your infancy
And there was nothing you could do
I’m a famine unto myself
We feel it too
But we do not know
What we do not know
’Til it’s too late
The construction crew
Will be here in the morning
They’ll scrape it out of you
And lay a new foundation
To hide you away
But I know you see (yeah, stay hidden, yeah)
That all these pretty colors (stay hidden, yeah)
Don’t really mean a thing (stay hidden)
You just have no use
Beyond being used
(You’re so useless! Useless! Useless!)
But we do not know
What we do not know
’Til it’s too late
Help me God
Put it all behind me
Thought I saw a tree
Sometimes I think it’s dying
Water me
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3. |
As Bad As They Say
04:44
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What if I’m as bad as they say?
What if I’m as bad as they say?
Stay up all through the evening
To scheme my way through the day
What if we’re as bad as they say
But what if they’re as bad as we say?
Would I know for sure that I’m not?
Would you know for sure that they’re not?
Rehearsing all of our lines
For a show at the end of time
Fitting our pieces into
Puzzles of our own making
Arranging our mirrors
In rooms full of smoke
But there isn’t an angle
Where they’ll find absolution
And whether they knew it or not
They’ve been digging these
Trenches for a real long time
That’s the trouble when people talk about us
Grains of truth mixed with a litter of lies
You see the truth wasn’t bad enough
The truth it wasn’t nearly bad enough
And the truth is whether anyone cares at all
We’re nowhere near as bad as they say
We’re nowhere near as bad as they say
We’re nowhere near as bad as they say
We’re nowhere near as bad as they say
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Liquor & Blood
03:19
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It seems there’s no limit
To the things I can’t do
Or the things I’ve tried to prove
To me for you
But at the end of my glass
Is the start of my day
And I’ve tasted your words
And they echo in my brain:
Fill in all the potholes with liquor and blood
For the thousands who’ve died
And the thousands that are done
Fill in all the potholes with liquor and blood
For the thousands who’ve died
And the thousands that are done
Paint a splash of a runway
Only hydroplaning cars
They won’t be cleared for landing
Not tonight anyhow
Like the brave little turtle
Who tried the street to cross
He crawled to his end
But to the wrong side he was tossed
As he flew through the air
Did he know who loved him best?
Was he glad it was all over
As he sighed out his last?
There’s always another
And we’re bound at last to meet
So fill in the potholes
But stay out of the street
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5. |
Pseudo-Anonymity
06:21
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*Instrumental*
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It’s raining in the South again
And all the trees are weeping
Fallen leaves and faded lanes
Hilly roads that still feel the same
Cops were hiding in the medians
Looking for any reason
You were sleeping
Dreaming of your bed
And I was driving
And I was holding your hand
A few more hours slipped by
Before we were at y’all’s stop sign
The children were playing in the street
And oh how they shouted their greetings
It’s time for dinner
There’s tea and funny stories
And then it’s all street lights and cigarettes
And maybe another game of chess
This week of memories will account
For a year of changes
But just like before
This trip comes to its end
And yet we’re happy to go
Though we hate to be leaving
We’ve really gotta move
On down the road
But are we happy to go?
No we hate to be leaving
Why do we have these lives of our own?
Why do we have these lives of our own?
It’s raining in the South again
I’ll join the leaves in weeping
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The Upside Down
04:49
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A Fertile Crescent of anxiety
Abusive tendencies
You call this theology?
Well it used to be part of me
In the upside down
There’s no right
That they can’t wrong
In the upside down
There’s no right
That they can’t wrong
And there’s no end in sight
So long as the rules are applied
We’re all so oblivious
To the little things that are killing us
Keeping us small and indebted
Caged and abandoned
Cut off and rejected I’ve been cloven in two
But wasn’t that news to you?
Well that’s vulnerability
She’ll say, “What do you want from me?”
To not be so oblivious
To the bigger things that are killing us
Keeping us small and indebted
Caged and abandoned
In the upside down
There’s no right
They can’t wrong
In the upside down
There’s no right
They can’t wrong
And there’s no end in sight
As long as the rules are applied
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The Pigeon
02:32
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Walking along the dirty street here in the
Snow and the frozen dog pee
Taking it in avoiding the ice when a new little
Friend fluttered down to my feet
Why’s that bird looking at me?
So very expectantly
What’s this bird want from me?
Exchanging a glance with each of his eyes
One at a time but then to my surprise
Now I’m late running for the bus
And the bus driver knows
But he doesn’t seem to mind
No he can’t slow down
Cuz he’s got rules and a hard deadline
No he can’t slow down
Freezing at the stop
There’s nothing much that I can do or say
Freezing at the stop
Oh my I hope there hasn’t been a delay
Why God? Why did you make me this way?
Shivering alone – wait no I’m not alone cuz here comes my little winged feathered friend
“At least I have you,” I say with my hands
In my pockets and peer out into the stinging wind
Are you real?
No, pigeons are spies for the FBI
Am I real? Oh god is anything?
It’s all just a dream, I’m still in bed
Well this is really kinda cold for bed
We can’t know until I wake up
And I don’t think that can come soon enough
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MMD
03:42
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Mother mother dearest
My aren’t you keeping busy
Stirring up all the pots
And striking down all the pans
Lining up your firing squad
Picking your targets one by one
But you and your great big lapdog
You can’t hurt me no more
And now it’s a he said she said they said
Wait who said? What-to-when?
I think we both know, but only we both know
Mother mother dearest
Do you miss your golden parrot?
Well he got out of his cage
And he won’t repeat you anymore
Repeat you anymore
Isn’t that strange?
My how time changes things
Or some of us anyway
I used to be afraid of God
I thought He was like you
Ruling and controlling me through fear
But I found out that’s not true
But for our sake
Oh for our sake
Oh mother mother dearest
Let’s hope God is nothing like you
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10. |
Oh! To Sing Again
02:06
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*Instrumental*
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11. |
The Game
03:55
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This can’t be my call, but they say it’s my move
Born under the gun, what more could we do
We knew it was rigged, we were gutted and canned
Thrown out to the birds, then chaff in the wind
And so it goes, another year round
Another year round
And so it goes, another year round
Another year round
But I’d give up this fight to know you’re alright
Without me
It is your roll, throw down your cards
Where will they land? What’s in your hand?
You push up your pawns, and call all my bets
Unsheathe your swords, and cut off my head
And so it goes, another year round
Another year round
And so it goes, another year round
Another year found
You’ve gotta carry on, you’ve gotta carry on
Without me
You’ve gotta carry on, you’ve gotta carry on
Without me
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12. |
Torn
04:22
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Torn in pieces again
Gotta find me some glue
And I knew this would happen one day
But I didn’t think I’d have you
Oh when he plays the violin
He wonders if it’s worth it
When I play my violin
I wonder am I worth it?
Why won’t you show me your pain?
Don’t you know I’m lonely?
Well I didn’t think you could bear it – oh dear
But if you want to see I’ll show you
Well I’m afraid that I can’t do this
And I wonder if I’ll see tomorrow
And I’m afraid that one day you’ll leave me
And I wonder if I’d blame you
But she took my hand and she held me
Oh she took my hand and she held me
She looked me right in my tearful eyes
And she told me that she loved me
She told me that she loved me
And she was staying right here
So when I’ve been torn in pieces again
I know just where to go
She’s direct, but she’s gentle
And I know it may sound simple
But she’s how I hope one day to be
So when I play my violin
I don’t wonder if I’m worth it
Oh no I play my violin
Cuz I know now that I’m worth it
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13. |
Fare Thee Well
02:00
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Fare thee well
I’ve gotta go
Don’t mistake my absence for hate
Power and lies, there’s a surprise
But all we can do now is wait
Just don’t forget
Who I am,
Cuz I know just how hard it will be
She’ll say I’m the devil
Because I had the gall
To suggest a little therapy
Keep it buried deep inside
Till you can’t hide
They want you to keep it buried deep inside
They want you to hide
And I’ll be here
With open arms
Should you ever care to inquire
But we both know it might take years
To escape that little dungeon of fear
To escape that little dungeon of fear
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Bomethius Chicago, Illinois
Bomethius is the solo project of Chicago-based multi-instrumentalist and singer-songwriter Jonathan Hodges. A capable pianist, guitarist, and vocalist, Hodges has also studied the violin since he was 3 years old. With Bomethius, he draws from his classical training for a mischievous brand of baroque pop that echoes the sounds of Andrew Bird, Elliott Smith, and Randy Newman. ... more
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