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Songs To Sit In Empty Rooms To

by Boy Without God

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when i was a boy i’d ride out the night in columns on camelback through the red and orange desert sunset ear to the radio voices from somewhere warm and oh so quiet I was fighting off the day it always caught me anyway and in its prison of red arms i cried and wished the sun away when i was a boy i was a loaded gun I loathed every touch I fought everyone but now that the safety’s on am i living just to stay alive sitting in empty rooms singing songs to sit in empty rooms to I am longing for a time when I was moved enough to cry when every traitor held my beating heart up high to winter skies and let it fall, a sacrifice every child was a knife
2.
trust is gone and with it goes the litany of lovers woes i will always be alone till the winter goes till the birds come home till the winter goes till the birds come home by the bedside lamp mistakes will grow the petals curl when they’re feeling low drinks pour themselves and who am I to say no drinks pour themselves and who am I to say no the prettiest girl I’ve ever known 4 months 12 days 3 hours ago she stepped out of my kitchen door she stepped out of my kitchen door the apple tree with its crop of cores. The demon fear lets out a roar: I will always be alone (wear rings in your floor at 2 AM wish you could call know that you can’t cold out cold in silent as sin the birds long gone)
3.
when I was a young man, I was rust from the walled city the crows were laughing at us landlocked idiots I walked alone through the headphone dusk and when they spoke to me I jumped for joy or, was it nervousness kids I called friend lied through their teeth or through the holes where their teeth shoulda been, the young ain’t innocent they went ricocheting off the night but i was lying when I said that I was gonna be alright the ones who win are the guns who fire never trust a man who says he isn’t a liar clocks watch but watches get checked for time things i believe but I can’t become when I heard them say he never acts dumb is when I knew I was still a long way, a cold pre-dawn day, when I threw the bottle I was mad missing kissing at sunrises I’d never even burned a house down on a new years eve I met the prettiest problems like a puppy dog I swished my tail and followed the soap opera and I fell harder than 16 tons when I confessed she said it would be wonderful if you’d love some other girl I sat through the credits til the lights came up my favorite song said something is wrong with me, singing along with me I held a couple beating hearts but I couldn’t believe in a god whose face was right there in front of me so i got higher than 24 blackbirds in times of thunderstorms the wildest hearts seek the calmest energy so I let you come to me and then I couldn’t ever be accused of being a human being
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Banjo Summer 01:58
with my head bent I pushed ahead through the loneliest summer the wind was high the sun was blinding, but i never loved another the way I never got to love you never you ohhh a thousand daggers runnin through my heart
5.
I’m so sick of metaphors carefully fashioned to describe all of our pain why don’t we ever talk of open doors? of opportunities of what we all can gain? i can be your me and you can be my you you can be my you and I can be your me
6.
when my masterpiece is finished everything will be revealed i will hang above a card that says my name, the year and reads: I Am What I Believe I will worship the impermanence of every precious thing you will leave and i’ll be sad but i’ll believe it when I sing: To End Is To Begin If you wrote a poem of isolation it would have to be about me From the far end of the haze one sentence strayed its way free: My Greatest Fear In Life Is That I Should Never Die Ours is not to understand but just to burst through padlocked doors to bore a hole in the universe to demonstrate our force We Don’t Need You
7.
Mouth 08:30
i need you like i need a hole in the head which is to say if I didn’t have you I couldn’t eat I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t talk and I damn sure couldn’t sing don’t make me starve don’t make me suffocate don’t make me mute don’t make me silent oh just come here and let me love you let’s make the sky green with jealousy we will scream we will multiply we will glow and when we’re through the phone will ring but we won’t hear a thing and in bars of sun we’ll awake to angry voicemails from the neighbors who want to know who were we murdering at 3 a.m. well it was our old selves and this morning we are new we are new (i need you like i need a hole in my head) and we are big yeah we are powerful our hearts have grown to 10 times their size yeah come here and let me love you let’s make the sea green with jealousy we will explode we will time travel we will combust and when we’re through the phone will ring but we won’t hear a thing and in bars of sun we’ll awake to an eviction notice from the universe because we can’t fit in here anymore and we will die but we’ll die happy and here is something no one knows that last moment lasts forever and that’s where god lives and where we’ll live too and he’ll forever be making angry phone calls at 3 A.M. to me and you oh to me and you

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The first Minute-A-Day Album, April 2007, recorded in the closet of my first apartment, Somerville MA AKA Short House.

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released April 30, 2007

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