1. |
Get Me Through
02:38
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Walk slow,
Desperate to hold
What wind can blow
I want you
To get me through,
Tongue tied true
Morning blue,
Chase some shade
And separate
A disease
From a made up faith
Talk slow,
It’s all you’ll ever know
Then it fades
And I want you
To make it true,
Lungs fed through
A solid tube
Couldn’t eat,
Couldn’t sleep,
If light sifts through
You let it leak
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2. |
I Live With My Mom
04:03
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Awake in sweat and hesitate,
That’s my morning faith
Anxiety colored blue,
Seldom ringing true
Born to inebriate
Perpetually late,
I’ll count the days
Till a week has 8
Well I live on a hill in town
In nowhere with my mom
All these they tend to grow
Got nowhere, no place to go
Psilocybin sin
Question oxygen,
Smoking on that loud
Silent in a crowd
Collect furniture for you
Colored by every hue,
Divorced during Lord of the Rings
Now mom don’t wear that ring
My pet bird fell over,
Now it just don’t sing
And i’ll count the days
Till a week has 8
Well I live on a hill in town
In nowhere with my mom
All these they tend to grow
Got nowhere, no place to go
Awake in sweat and hesitate,
That’s my morning faith
Anxiety colored blue,
Seldom ringing true
Born to inebriate
Perpetually late
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3. |
In The Morning
03:29
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More rain,
Today,
Toupee
Feels wet,
Collecting
My own sweat
Well it's in the morning
When youre getting high,
If you don’t like it
Forgive and hide,
Couldn’t blame you,
Cause it’s hard to try,
And the sun don’t thank you
When you step outside
You can grind your teeth
And still get no relief at all
Only hurt some more
Till it's comfortable
At all
Well it's in the morning
When youre getting high,
If you don’t like it
Forgive and hide,
Couldn’t blame you,
Cause it’s hard to try,
And the sun don’t thank you
When you step outside
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4. |
Hi-Lift Jack
02:20
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My Hi-Lift Jack
It’s got my back
You
Can never do
What’ll hurt you
Cause everything falls apart
But it was broken,
Broken from the start
My Hi-Lift is the lightness
In the dark
You
Can never do
What’ll hurt you
Cause everything falls apart
But it was broken,
Broken from the start
My Hi-Lift Jack
It’s got my back
You
Can never do
What’ll hurt you
Cause everything falls apart
But it was broken,
Broken from the start
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5. |
Mop The Abyss
03:01
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Stained brain,
I crawl when you walk,
Acid dripping tongue,
Sirens in my lung
Never felt the same
They never change,
Wobbling eyes rearrange
Family quilt is torn
You can always shut the door
Walk into
The abyss for you,
Sun rains down,
All I hear is the bomb drop
They never change,
Wobbling eyes rearrange
Family quilt is torn
You can always shut the door
Stained brain,
I crawl when you walk,
Lived to get stoned and
Forget everything
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6. |
As Long As It's Red
05:11
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Don’t shit
Where you eat
Well what about
Where you drink
And think about
Eyes that made your stomach shout
Until the grave
Let’s have some sheep,
Collect some wool,
Something comfortable and beautiful
The dream breaks
With the clouds
The abyss
Opens up its mouth
And I don’t care
If you cut your hair
As long as it stays red
She don’t exist -
Not at this time -
She just floats
Inside my mind
The moon is up
The sun is down
And I am stoned
In my hometown
At walmart,
At 10:30,
A normal Tuesday
The shadow leaks
And what’s the point
Of loving you?
If both of us
Are going to
Leave this world
At some point to
Linger on
As swirls and hues
And I don’t care
If you cut your hair
As long as it stays red
She don’t exist -
Not at this time -
She just floats
Inside my mind
Forgiveness makes him cry,
Forgiveness makes him cry
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7. |
Mary Jameson
04:02
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Call and talk so slow
I’ll never have
What you need to know
And if you need me to,
I’ll hold your hand
When it’s heavy
It’s just some abuse
Heart is knocked loose
6-packs heavy
I’ll drink some more
It’ll make me sick
I’ll burn the wick
Till smoke eats my face
Call it greed
The heart is built to feed
And if you need me to,
I’ll hold your hand
When it’s heavy
It’s just some abuse
Heart is knocked loose
6-packs heavy
Call and talk so slow
I’ll never have
What you need to know
And if you need me to,
I’ll hold your hand
When it’s heavy
It’s just some abuse
Heart is knocked loose
6-packs heavy
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8. |
Freebird III
04:31
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You know what I lost
That day he died
Now I gotta find what he tried
To hide
On that ride
Loves a target that always moves,
Maybe that’s why I’m missing you,
I’m missing you
Well it takes time
And I’ve spent mine
Pushing rocks up a hill
For some time,
It burns to
I wish I knew
How many days
I had left with you
You know what they lost
That day he died
Know they gotta find
What he tried to hide
On that ride
Loves a target that always moves
Maybe that’s why they’re missing you,
They’re missing you
Well they’re doing fine
Fine as you could be
Under the shade of a cut down tree
And it burns to
They wish they knew
How many days
They had left with you
You know what we lost that day he died
Now we gotta find what he tried to hide
On that ride
Loves a target that always moves
Maybe that’s why we’re missing you
We’re missing you
Baby
I need you
Don’t like myself
Hide in you
Maybe
It is true
This old freebird-
Wings aren’t new
Baby
I need you
Don’t like myself
Hide in you
Maybe
It is true
This old freebird-
Wings aren’t new
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Trash Sun Boston, Massachusetts
For booking/anything else email at: trashsunmusic@gmail.com
available for both solo and full band shows.
Boston, MA/Milford, NH
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