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Lies of Heaven
03:33
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LIES OF HEAVEN (Hart)
I’m trying to be a normal guy
But something will not let me
To remove myself from the myth
Of success
That leaves me empty
Not striving for royalty
In this world of mediocrity
But the lies of Heaven
They just won’t let me be
Don’t it make you angry
When they say how blessed they are?
They’re crazy
Like a hotel posing as a mansion
Still boasting all its vacancy
You can cram every room with a crowd
Still, the outside looks lonely
All the lies of Heaven
Like the Easter Bunny
Whose mask is off
And chain-smoking
I was only given one costume of skin
I already feel my blood boiling within
Don’t tell me about your artistic passion
When all my organs are on fire
Yes, I tried to wave to you all through the flames
And you thought it was cause I wanted to be saved
But I just wanted to show you that I was brave
Since I lit my own self on fire
I’m trying to just enjoy the ride
But what is that beneath me?
I’m inclined to the fear of heights
The distance between you and me
But I’m so down to Earth now
That I have nearly lost my feet
All those lies of Heaven
Make you numb with defeat
And nothing left to believe in
Every philosophy is tailored to deceive
The way you can just grab any excuse you need
With all those fucking fickle articles you read
“The Ten Best Cities:”
Gone by your arrival
I’ll be the one-man welcoming committee
Talking to himself
And cursing at everything
Just in time for one fleeting warning
“Everybody has stopped listening!”
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IF YOU ONLY COULD HAVE KNOWN ME (Hart)
If you only could have known me
Before you came into my life
I was a calm, cool visionary
Nearly twenty-twenty hindsight
A harmless shark
Looking to dance
With anyone who cared to deep-sea dive
But you saw an artist as a con man
Hooking yourself on your own jive
You, the alarmist
Grabbed the wrong man
And before a trial
I was tried
If you only could have known me
Before you came into my life
You might have liked what you see
You might have seen that I don’t bite
Before you filed down my teeth
You left my lips to crack and dry
Before I would hear you scream
A litany of phantom crimes
If you only could have known me
Before you came into my life
What would have it taken to save me?
That flash of fleeting glitch in time
Where no judgement could be passed
On strange emotion I’d speak or write
Or my silence, born from fear
In the brief intermissions between each fight
And the tighter that you tied the knot
The further the veneer shall cracken
This “If,” now, as matter of fact
I know very well what happened
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Gabriel Hart - House
03:26
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HOUSE (Hart)
How did this happen
What happens every night?
I’m afraid to do anything with you
Cause everything we do
We fight
You can’t stop asking why I can’t look you in the eyes
As you writhe around the floor
Howling every obscenity
While my eyes are on the door
I’m pondering eternity
And who I can rely on for a ride
From this creepy house down the street
With two people screaming inside
I’ve got this memory
One early Halloween
A house with no decorations
For some reason left me
Shivering
Two silhouettes throwing things and hollering
How would I know I was looking at
The future you and me
Trapped in a decaying home
Doomed to repeat history
The one time I tried to leave
You threatened suicide
In this creepy house down the street
With two people screaming inside
As I drew the window shade
A group of kids, they ran and hid
And I saw the little faces fill with fear
I felt stupid
How could we let this life go so awry?
We’ve become that creepy house down the street
With two people screaming inside
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Gabriel Hart - Obituary
02:19
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OBITUARY (Hart)
I did not exactly leave
A good impression
On the crowd who did not yet know me
Yet, held my future in their palm
The brave one mentioned he’d need some
More ammunition
So, I made a list
Of every kiss
I ever blew into the wind
So, why does it feel like I’m writing my own obituary?
Forty years of the blues
I guess it makes sense
That I should mine some diamonds from this cave
To gather some defense
But it’s so difficult to think it past tense
And when you’re putting out fires
With more fires
It’s no coincidence
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PURE TRIGGER
I’ve got respect for words
So, of course your words hurt
But you can’t seem to handle anything
Who did you think I was?
When you claimed you were in love?
A band-aid for your psychic wounds that wouldn’t stop bleeding
Our therapist told me to run
I own the house
We’re not married
Have no baby
I persisted
Aimed for the sun
But you cannot take the slightest bit of heat
Pure trigger
You can’t be held tight
Without being set off
You turn our house into a rubber room
When the going gets tough
I always fall in love with tough chicks
Maybe deep inside I need some discipline
But all you know how to do
Is talk shit
Now look at the impossible mess we’re in
This was supposed to be about the language of love
Possibly, enjoying each other’s company
Not focusing on everything that you’re scared of
While hiding behind your absolute brutality
Pure trigger
I’m trying so hard to hold you steady
But there’s no handle on your neverending triggering
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GET ON MY LEVEL (Hart)
I’ve got a vision I am afraid you will not understand
Unless you take that leap with me
And follow my every command
If you’re still uncertain
I’ll just show you how
They’ll close the curtain
We’ll take our bow
But time is running out
So, you better get on my level now
I have risen from the dead
Now, look at the ground where I stand
So fertile it can push all the daises up from this land
But I cannot go at this alone
I need only your flesh and your bones
Not a horse or a plow
Just you to get on my level now
I’ve got a vision I am afraid you will not understand
Self-serving as the Bible
Just as brutal as the Quran
But all those false prophets they didn’t know how
So, I’m writing the true gospel now
You’re disposable as a cow
So, you better get on my level now
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THE COMEDOWN (Hart)
You’d think I would be relieved
After changing the locks and key
By law, this house belongs to me
But somehow, that don’t mean a thing
When I think of everything that I put up with
Before you finally went away
It don’t make this feel like some victory day
You made sure my head was first to hit the ground
Now I’m waiting for the rest of my body
To comedown
She can’t believe I’m so obsessed with peace
She thinks I should seek therapy
When I suggest things aren’t bad as they seem
She calls it gaslighting
While she threatens to exit the Earth
Oh! The irony!
Well, let’s start with some baby steps
Let’s see you exit our old white picket fence
Because tonight I’m gonna invite over
All of my cool lesbian friends
They’re too wise to hide behind
Some blind defense
They’ve confirmed that woman is unsound
And they will watch over me
While I finally
Comedown
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ANOTHER TEARY-EYED ALL-NIGHTER
Driving home in the dark and I get that sinking feeling again
Crack a beer in my lap
‘Cause I know I’ll need some armor
Within
I know I’m not coming home to fight her
But here comes another teary-eyed all-nighter
I pull into the driveway but I’m unprepared to go inside
How long can I stall
To convince myself I’ve got the right?
I came home to abide by her
But here comes another teary-eyed all-nighter
Should I turn around and just camp out at work?
Where they tell me I do a good job
Nurture my self-worth
But the longer I wait, the longer it will take
I have to go in
No telling what will happen
But my educated guessing’s inside this sinking feeling again
Freezing in the car as I begin to contemplate
How many steps it takes
Before I will see the dam break
Why does my love for her divide her
And invite another teary-eyed all-nighter?
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MY PROCESS (Hart)
Do you want to know about my process?
Well, first you have to be comfortable dancing alone
Then I would actually have to confess
Dancing alone
Sure feels like you’re
Dancing alone
Now that you see me dancing
Do you see what I’m imagining?
Can you hear the angels singing?
Can you hear all the bells ringing?
Are you hearing what I’m hearing?
See, we’re not imagining
It’s all really happening…
Now that you know about my process
Next, hold on tight to the back of my coat
I’d let you document my progress
But I’m afraid that’d be the version they would rather show
And I will not let my cover be blown
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10. |
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