Luck [2009 €? FLAC]

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Right?Ben crossed the street just a little too lateSo he's gone and I accept that it's fateIt's just fate, what's so great about fate?Don't get me started on fate.I saw BenIn a dream last nightI asked about heaven and he said "Heaven's alright."Of course it is manYou're still sharp as a knife!I asked about heavenAnd he said "Heaven's just fine."That's the tyranny,That's the identityOf time as a body fifteen feet in the airAll that concreteVersus timingWhat about destiny and Hollywood endings?I'm not smashing any mirrorsI'm not walking under laddersI'm not opening umbrellasI'm not sparking with white lightersIt's just every time we try to meetLiz was far away from meIn essence or by spaceIt took BenIt took deathIt took timeYeah it took time.I exhale my smoke towards the rotating fanLiz wakes from her dream and she squeezes my handShe says "Good morning."Good morning!You look so precious just dreaming of me!She blinks and laughs me off...She says "Boy if you knew I wasn't dreaming of you...You are dreaming of me.Still right now you imagine me sayThese words right back at yourself."Then I woke myself shaking from deja vu.I saw BenI saw HerI've got LuckI've got FateI've got Time...Bad dreams... It was like a bad dream woah. 2. Botanicas 05:12 lyrics buy track I swear to god I've only been to three botanicasA holy sermon and two bars under candlelightAnd I was cleansed at all but the only problem wasI can't remember anything or what the problem wasI howled in the moonlightI drank my cupboards dryI shined my soul to allI sang with all my friends that nightAnd they sang with me too, yeah...These are the demigodsThese are the statuettesThese are the candles you put on shelf and you sell as a spell, wellThat morning I woke I got to my feetI cooked up some coffee then went back to sleepIt's just these daysThese days yeahAll the money I spend is worth the trouble I findI still miss you too much but pretend that it's fineAnd all I can sayAnd all I can say is, yeahThese are the demigodsThese are the statuettesI scream in my sleepI moan and I yellI long for a potionI ache for a spellTo rid me of this terrorThese endless nights of horrorI wish I rememberedThat night when I fellYou condemned the whole cityYou plagued us to hellI thought you were just jokingI swore "She must be joking,"How could I forgetYou in sunsetsYour soft silhouetteThe spell that you saidBig sunglassesVanilla milkshakeCherry lipstickThe look that you gaveYou summoned the ghostsWell now you've got 'emYour heart's cold revengeFor your head's little problemsI hope they let you sleepSo I can get some sleepThe spell books and candlesThe potions in bottlesYou spoke yourself illDespite what's in commonWith your rational behaviorSarcastic tone and natureI wonder how IGet so tiredWhen I set myBed on fire 3. El Cowboy Rojo 04:30 lyrics buy track I left my house at a quarter to fourSaw my boy, Sean, at the record storeI said "Damn man, it's been way too long"He said, "Hey brother, how it's nice to see ya,Hows your girl, Anna Lucia?Four years with one chick's way too long""I know this blonde her name's ChristinaShe's just your type I'm sure she'd love to meet ya"HahaDamn, I couldn't believe itI run my mouth dry then I try to feed itThe thought could give me an ulcerBut the truth of the matter is I'd love to meet herFuck, I mean I love Anna LuciaBut the touch of another just seems so "whoa whoa"I mean I'm better without herWhat's the use of a name, without a number?YeahSean left and said "good luck"Then he jumped into his truckHe yelled, "Your secrets safe man, I don't give a fuck""Okay, gimme her numberThought about it, yeah I'd love to meet herI've got the place if she's got the time"I knew Anna's going out on SundayStaying with her mom till late on MondayI know she won't expect a thingI met Christina at her work on FridayWe hit it off and we were both excitedI invited her on Sunday for a drinkSunday came quick and so did ChristinaShe shook me harder than Anna LuciaShe yelled, and screamed my nameI couldn't believe the sin was conceived; the culprit was meChristina was sweet but trite naive, she wasn't for meNo doctor's degree, no clean history, no small crooked teethMy precious baby, Anna, if only I could tell ya, I'd tell ya I was sorry, it was never worth itAfter the sex, we cleaned up our mess, then we got dressedChristina said "Please, don't write or call me."I grinned and agreed, Anna arrived on Monday night, with tears in her eyesShe said " I ain't your fuckin' baby, tell me I am crazy, I know just what happened, hope you're fucking happy."Get your hands off of my hands, loverI can smell the blood of anotherGet your hands off of my hands...LoverI didn't need to hear this or thatI got a woman's intuition as a matter of factI can still smell the salt and the sex in your breathBetter hit the road, Jack, 'fore I cut you up deadSo help me God if I catch you aliveYou burned me so bad that I can't even cry. Pack up everything that you plan to keep.I'm heading for the bar and I'm having some drinks...Get your hands off of my hands, lover 4. Anna Lucia 05:10 lyrics buy track Anna Lucia steps out of her carLoosens her scarf as she enters the barThen she goes dancingAnd romancingAnna Lucia drinks rum for revengeThinks of her cowboy all covered in redThe she just smilesTurns to her left and...Anna makes talk with the man to her sideAsks him his plans for the rest of the nightThen he says "Anna,""You are gorgeous,"Then she falls into his armsSays "This won't be so hard,""Just to love you,""Over nothing,""Over something."Yeah.A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta doDoesn't matter how she gets itOr if she speaks the truthHer eyes bright with loveAnd a warm sense of touch...She'd confess herself to heaven just to kill the God above.Anna Lucia just follows his carParks on the street while he opens his doorTo his apartmentBut she's conflictedAnna conceals a blade in her purseHer mind is made up when she pulls down her skirtShe say "Please excuse me,""I'll be right back, hun,"Anna goes back to her bag for the knifeReturns to the room and then turns out the lightGoodnightGoodnightFor the wolves that try to hurt usFor the wolves that go desert usFor the wolves that don't deserve usHere's luck's revengeHe spots her knife when she gets on top andAsks her calmly what she's going to do thenShe looks up at the ceiling then cries, says:"I want revenge."Then he grabs her by her armsSays "Will it fix your heart?""Just to kill me?""Over nothing?""Over something?"YeahThen she falls right to her kneesScreams "Please don't break my heart!""Just to love me,""Over nothing""Just for something"YeahFor the snakes that will betray usFor the sharks that still destroy usFor the fucks who set your heart on fireWho's crying now?Anna LuciaI'm pleased to meet yaPlease don't say goodnight, no, noAnna LuciaI'm pleased to meet yaPlease don't call this luck, no 5. Bad Winter 02:38 lyrics buy track Can you Give me a minute hereI promise It won't be so badI just wanted you to knowYou left me in the coldJust so you knowJust so you knowYour guiltyRed guiltyI want you to confessCry about the mess you madeTo make another messI'll call up Doug to pick me upOn Union Square westYou tell me how damn mean I amWell, I learned it from the best, babeWhat did you do? Hold it against me Not me against youYou can write it down on paperYou can speak it till you're blueSifting through your sourcesQuoting moments of the truthFragments of my wrist watch Keeping time away from youIs the only time worth tellingSo I can ask my youth:"What did you do?"We walked and wept and wondered who would save usWas it you or me who talked of being dangerousWhen we walked with wondrous woe of being famousWas it you or me who spoke of being saviorsIt doesn't matter to meWhat will be, will beAll I wantedWas one shining momentOne vote for the apocalypseTwo tickets out to seaIt doesn't matter to meEveryone else seems to seeAll I neededWas one perfect smileOne kiss on the cheekAnd for you to remember me 6. Geneva 04:26 lyrics buy track She walks into a gas station restroomShe pulls out a key attached to stringShe ties the string to her teeth, yeahShe swallows the key, uncomfortablyI've been following herFor two weeks in GenevaJust to get the keyHope she hasn't spotted meI've been trailing herVia hitch from a truckerWho was talky and greedyHe cost me 80 eurosWe follow her fancy black limoTo the airport outside of GenevaWe pull up to terminal CI give the driver an extra sixty to forget about meIt's kind of hard to say when this all beganShe and I were mercenaries in JapanWe both were so youngWe both fell in loveFive years later we were getting ready to retireSaving money from the hits we did togetherWe were high profile killersNo bullshitSo we moved to SpainWe both changed our namesSettled downGot out of the gameAnd I still hear her voiceAnd I still smell her hairDammit these dreamsWhen she comes back to meI can't believe my luckThe only person I could trustYou know killing is toughWhen you first fall in loveYeah she two timed meYeah she stole the keyMoved all my moneyTo some bank across the seaShe books a flight to Toronto tonightI'm heading towards a lock smith in MichiganYou know I could've just killed herBut she's not that kind of girl, noSometimes, I really just wish she was 7. Toronto 06:43 lyrics buy track I pack my bagsYeahI call a cabYeahI call Nigelthen I start to laugh OhHow would I knowOhMichigan is just as coldThe plane took offAnd there I wasA car drove upI had a new planYeahOne that would save my keyAnd spare her life so I could tell herHow my dear did we get here?Stinging clear like my breath oh my breath oh myRiddled in tears and shaking with fearI'm stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of my lifeSo I pulled into the Hilton in DetroitI checked into room 4-2-0I ordered the sirloin au chateauI phoned Nigel, the locksmith, my heroNow I-I-I told him what I wantAnd he gave me a solution"Now my main man you need a camera""With some super tight resolution like""How my friend will this said end""Bring you so clear, so clear, so clear goddamn""Pretend it's done and don't give a fuck""Or you're stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of your life"I can't believe my luckThe only person I could trustI call the Four Seasons in TorontoThe only place my girl would stayThe concierge was rather pleasantWhen I called her by her first nameI ask her if she knows my girlShe seemed so excited to say:"She's in room eight eleven,""So where would you like to stay?"I say well "I don't know""I'd love to surprise her if it's apropos?""Whatcha got on the ninth floor?""Room nine eleven would be the most,""Well sir it's your lucky day""The room's open if you'd like to stay""Yes please, I appreciate""Your discretion and your manners, Kate"My flight lands at two nineteenA short-hand hails a cab for meI tell the driver to head to mallSo I can get some shopping doneI tell the cabbie that I won't be long thereHe agrees and keeps the meter onI get a camera and twelve feet of rope thereThen we're off to the hotelI check into nine elevenMake a date with the mini barI wait up till 5 in the morningWhen I know she's asleep for sureI tie the rope to my balconyDescend to her balconyI pick the lock on the sliding glass doorI creep in and fall to the floorI know she can't sleep with that keySo she leaves it out obviouslyRight there for me to seeI take a picture then I start to thinkHow my dear did we get here?Stinging clear like my breath oh my breath oh myRiddled in tears and shaking with fearI'm stuck to this death for the rest of this mess of my lifeI can't believe my luckThe only person I could trust 8. Nola 06:30 lyrics buy track I fly back down to MichiganBring a picture of the keyI show the locksmith NigelAnd then he laughs at meThe key is something digitalHe can't recreateSo I track her down to New OrleansTo ask her on a dateMan I should've done thisA way long time agoI pretend it was an accidentWe're at the same hotel"Hey there, miss, remember me?""We used to have a ball."She tells me she's excitedAnd agrees that we should talkYesLet's have a drinkLet's have a talkLet's meet at your place at nineSo we doWe drink some wineWe talk about old timesThen she criesShe says "I'm sorry"I tell her that it's fineI move in closeI hold her tightI tell her to relax orIf she moves I'll break her neckThis is forEverythingAnytimeAnythingBreaking meLeaving meStealing keysComes to an endSheCriesStopButI don't seeWhy I shouldWhen she Didn't for meISayFineButIt'sToo lateI didn't mean to kill herBut I gone done did itI wish I could've told herIt was overLove, love, loveAnd moneySo I grab her bottom lipI pull her mouth wide openThen I pull out my keyIt was covered inStomachAcidThen I book my flightI head back to GenevaI don't believe in GodBut I do believe I'm evilI think about my lifeI ponder my decisionsI walk into the bankWith 20/20 visionI open up my lock boxI only found a noteIt reads "I'm sorry that I left you""But you have been set up, love.."Rub my eyes and turn aroundSure enough I had been foundTwo guys approached mePut a gun to my headThey told me how luckyI am to be deadI kneel down and feel a pinchAll I taste is smoke and sootDon't trustYour luckPlayed my cards and now I seeThis whole time she was playing meThe only people you can trustAre in control of your blood's luck 9. Years So Much 06:48 lyrics buy track The landlord's a cut throatWe've gotta calm down before he wakesAnd I'm trying to breathe rightI'm closing my eyes in hope she disappearsShe's crying an ocean about meI tell her:"Lock it up."And that's when the dish breaksI swear to god it was the loudest bangShe's holding a pistolGoddamn, I bet she's never felt so...She's shaking like a nine millimeterI tell her:"Rat-tat-tat"Now I'm leaving for the rest of my life tonightAnd I kissed her neck and I hugged her tightNo need to jump through the windowYou know I'm a sucker for crescendosAnd I begged her to tell me that she loved me the sameShe shook her head and said she'll never love againI made a dash to the windowFuck it, I'm gonna kill the crescendoSo it goes.So it goes.In heaven so it goes.Everybody knowsHow far the rabbit goesA clone of copied xeroxFrom the hanger in his throatI gathered up my evidenceI threw on my winter coatA black cat crossed my pathAnd then I saw his ghost"Stand still."Can't you"Stand still.""I can't beat your case of bad blues unless you tell me you love her still."And I could see it meant more to him than anything had beforeHe shook his head in horror and said "Now I love her more."And as he hit the window he stopped to say "goodbye"She was running towards him with the devil in her eyesHe fellFace firstTen floorsWith herOn top of him beautifully tumbling - dancing almostHe laughedShe winkedThe flag burnsShip sinksBoth of them smashing and breaking so brilliantlyHe was always saying:"If it's broke it's not worth saving,"Regretfully the ironyWas never more so fittingHe was always cheatingAnd she as always dreamingOf him coming home one dayAnd tell her that he's leaving"Stand still."Can't you"Stand still."You can't avoid the window unless you leave the window sill.My blood fills with ice, I thought"Damn how it's nice to feelSober and bright,"I thought"Goddamn, it's nice!"My dreams filled with ice, I thought"Damn, how it's brightI never treated her niceI should've killed myself twice."Bad dreamsIt was like a bad dream woahThe story of my lifeClimbing up stairs felt likeGripping the ledgeClearing my headShe pushed me Over the edge(Get your hands off of my hands lover)Bad dreams, it was like a bad dream woah 10. Good Luck 04:24 lyrics buy track Children running down the street in uniforms laughing in the rainAnd heading towards me, they were yelling about somethingThey were singing in code, something likeTen dead men on a dead mans chest, fight the war forget about the restThey were searching for sunlight they were searching for goldSo I, catch a fever from the insideDip my hands into my pocketsOpen up my walletSuch a strange gesture to make in this town"It sure ain't gold but it gets me around."Then I grab a twenty from the insideHand it to the smallest, tell him "Spend it wisely."He looks up at me then back at the groundI just wish him luck and turn right aroundNow I talk to myself late at nightOr I try to connect with the ghost who was a best friendMy brother, my accomplice, another writer, my best manAnd sometimes I feel so forgiven at nightI just put down the shades but I open my windowThe bad luck just leaves me I hear Ben tell me"Brother, you're home."I think it all started in the summer '98In Normandy, New Jersey, later in the dayI was thinking about existence, and unaccepting fateI was 14 years old, but what else can I sayEven then I knew time was gonna catch meI graduated private school in the summer of '02My first true love had left me and I didn't know what to doI moved into New York and I thought I found the truthA pint glass full of paddy's and pills you shouldn't chewWell, I swore that the drugs were gonna kill meI was wrong I was wrong, I was writing a songI tried to blame myself because she was goneI didn't know that she was unaffected, her bad luck came through a needleI knew that the drugs were gonna kill herFast forward to the fall of '05I met the girl of my dreams, and she helped me surviveThen she left my life at complicated timesIn march of '06 I attempted suicideWell, I know that sudafed can't kill meFor everyone who knew, yeah, I apologizeI'm sorry mom and dad, no I never meant to make you cryThanks to all my friends you're the reason I'm aliveYou make everyday worth living in this ribbon called timeWell, it'll take more than bad luck just to kill me!Limbs and things and verbs and soundsI got ten years of words buried in the groundThey're being reassembled by the ghost of Ben BrownHe's adapting the screenplay even still nowAnd he better cast someone cool like Johnny Depp to play meThe child took my 20 and he looked me in the eyesHe said "Thanks, mister for the gold." and continued walking byI could see him proudly show his friends it made me want to cryCause all I could do was think of mine, I know I'm a lucky guyAnd thank you all for everything I miss you all, goodnight about Engineered, Recorded, and Produced by John Ferrara at Backroom StudiosAssistant Engineer: Kevin AntreassianMixed by Chris Badami at Portrait Recording StudiosMastered by Scott Hull at Masterdisk $(".tralbum-about").last().bcTruncate(TruncateProfile.get("tralbum_about"), "more", "less"); credits released March 10, 2009 Additional Musicians:Camille Olivier: Percussion and CelloDavid Rimelis: ViolinAaron Neigher: TrumpetAnton Major: TromboneIke Ejiochi: SaxophoneTaylor Mandel: TrumpetJoshua Z Weinstein: HarmoniumJamie Devine: Guitar and VocalsKevin Antreassian: Guitar and VocalsNigel Silverthorn: VocalsBrendan Rodriguez: Vocals $(".tralbum-credits").last().bcTruncate(TruncateProfile.get("tralbum_long"), "more", "less"); license all rights reserved tags Tags rock alternative rock ambient blues country experimental rock post-hardcore psychedelic psychedelic rock Morristown Shopping cart total USD Check out about Trophy Scars Morristown, New Jersey

Luck [2009 – FLAC]

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