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It's Friday night, the city's calling again
By now, our weeks are just a means to an end
And I know everyone is hiding their thoughts
And it's time to sing this song again...
I'm getting older, but still feeling the same
By now, we're all just sick of playing the game
I'm stuck, despite my motivations to change
And it's time to do this dance again
And I'm drinking another night away...
You were the first stepping stone
You were the first place we could go
We had no concept of time in your blurred, misguided arms
But we got older every night that we spent sleeping on your floors
We lost ourselves in the lights and the sounds of this city.
I'm feeling like I don't know anyone here
That's okay, I'll just have another beer
Familiar faces, but they don't feel the same
And I'm just a stranger in the crowd
I'm sick of buzzing through a room full of lies
It's just another fucking party of fake hugs and hi-fives
And I lost track of what I came here to find
But it's cool, you know it's all the same to me
You know, we never gave a damn, did we?
You were the first stepping stone
You were the first place we could go
We had no concept of time in your blurred, misguided arms
But we got older every night that we spent sleeping on your floors
We lost ourselves in the lights and the sounds of this city
This roof is quiet, but this city's alive.
The lights are hazy now, there's laughter inside
And something keeps me coming back to this place
"Cause I'm on my way somewhere
You know, we're all on our way somewhere...
You were the first stepping stone
You were the first place we could go
We had no concept of time in your well-intentioned arms
But we got wiser every night, sleeping on your hardwood floors
And we never knew how much we needed your weekend therapy
That fucked-up therapy...
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Alternative Facts
02:54
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What do I say now, when I open the door?
Come on in and tiptoe across the floor
Now you enjoy yourself, while you're inside!
Never mind that hate you'll find, hiding behind the pride...
We're all in this together, but I've lost track of what this is
And I want to make it better, but I don't know where to begin
And I'm just as scared as you are that this plane is gonna crash
But I wont sit and let this fucking burn.
Where do I live now?
Home is foreign to me
Are my neighbors safe, and are we really free?
Who can we trust now, to lead us on?
Is there any end to picket signs and protest songs?
Now we're all in this together, but I've lost track of what this is
And I want to make it better, but I don't know where to begin
And I'm just as scared as you are that this plane is gonna crash
But I wont sit and let this fucking burn.
Kindness isn't lost completely, it's just buried somewhere deep
The future's slipping through the cracks now
And none of us can really see
Are you just as mad as I am?
Are you this lost and confused?
All this false patriotism has us surely bound to lose...
What will be left now, when the last are gone?
What will it take to drive this broken engine on?
This planet's dying, and we are too
We've got to trade this fucking farce for something new.
Now we're all in this together, though I've lost track of what this is
And I'll try to make it better, though I don't know where to begin
And I'm just as scared as you are that this whole thing's gonna crash
But we don't have to let this fucking burn.
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Love The Rain
04:09
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You and I have walked these streets together
So many times with this ugly weather
But we never found ourselves turning around
Or heading for home...
You and I, we grew up on coffee and alcohol nights
And the storms never stopped, through the music and pictures and fights
But we never needed no sunshine, to keep walking on...
So it really don't matter that we haven't seen the sun for days
We're used to hanging out with these ugly back clouds
that stand in our way
So let it pour, we'll raise our glasses up tonight
Here's to us! We'll be two happy, wet, sloppy drunks, you and I
Singing, 'fuck my life!'
You're how I learned to love the rain.
You and I, we've been walking blind
Through these torrential years, learned to laugh at our soaking wet lives
But you know there's no one I'd rather be walking beside...
So it really don't matter that we haven't seen the sun for days
We're used to hanging out with these ugly back clouds
that stand in our way
So let it pour, we'll raise our glasses up tonight
Here's to us! We'll be two happy, wet, sloppy drunks, you and I
Singing, 'fuck my life!'
You're how I learned to love the rain.
We know umbrellas, they're for the weak
You and I, we never needed to slickers, or shelter to seek
And you've always been my anchor, when the water gets deep...
So it really don't matter that we haven't seen the sun for days
We're old and tired now, and completely stubborn, and set in our ways
So let it pour, we'll raise our glasses up tonight
Here's to us! We'll be two happy, wet, sloppy drunks, you and I
Singing, 'fuck my life!'
You're how I learned to love the rain.
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Myself
03:06
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'Just take it all in stride,' she said
And it took me 16 years to figure out what that meant
But forgive me if there's a few things that I still resent
'Cause it's lonely here, despite all of these friends
We've been drinking all these hours
Another night out on the road, haunted by my desires
I've got all these crazy punks keeping me up till dawn
But I'm still drinking on my own
And I'm still singing by myself
I'm still laughing by myself
I'm still screaming out the words to these songs, all by myself
'Cause I can't find nobody else...
And all of this is temporary
All this pain, it too shall pass.
'Cause you wont be lonely when you're dead, and buried in the ground
And you never got the chance to ask...
And I'm still laughing by myself
I'm still surfing by myself
I'm still playing this guitar in the dark, all by myself
'Cause I can't find nobody else...
And I'm standing right in front of you
But I might as well not exist
And i'd be better off if I'd never met you
'Cause this is fucking up everything that I try to do..
And I'm so damn frustrated
Lost in this place that I call home
I've got all my brothers who will always have my back
But I'm still fighting all alone
I am still fighting all alone.
And I'm still walking by myself
I'm still driving by myself
I'm still trying to figure all this out, all by myself
'Cause there just ain't nobody else...
'Just take it all in stride,' she said
Maybe one day, I'll figure out how...
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5. |
Gainesville, Day 4.
04:02
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All I know is that my friends are somewhere I am not
And I never thought palm trees could make me lonely
And It feels like I am standing on a street that time forgot
I just want to be back on the road again...
My head feels like I lost a fight, and this coffee's no relief
But I don't regret one choice that led me here
And I just want to close my eyes and forget all I see
And be back home, making my plans for next year
When my heart is full, and my head is clear, because...
This is Gainesville, when Christmas is over
And I don't wanna be here anymore
All that was sacred is now abandoned
And I'm chasing my demons out the door
And back to my home
Three short days can change your life
The first time you arrive
And meet all the beautiful souls just like you
And there's something to be said for all this painful finiteness
That keeps each year bringing back something new
And it will always be there for you, but...
This is Gainesville, when Christmas is over
And I don't wanna be here anymore
All that was sacred is now abandoned
And I'm chasing my demons out the door
And back to my home
This place is not the same as yesterday
'Cause all the things I love have gone away
And I know that something, here, will always remain
But it's time for me to go home again...
I don't have words to talk about what all this means to me
Or how the godless found religion once again
And I don't know where I'd be without this fucked-up family
But I know I'll find myself in this place again
With all these friends, but...
This is Gainesville, and Christmas is over
And I don't wanna be here anymore
All that was sacred is now abandoned
And I'm chasing my demons out the door
And back to my home...
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Jeff Bousquet Boston, Massachusetts
Alternative/Acoustic Folk-Punk from Boston, MA
Influences:
Dan Andriano, Sam Russo, Dave Hause, Chuck Ragan, Mike Doughty, Brian Fallon, Northcote, Kevin Devine, Mischief Brew, The Homeless Gospel Choir
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