1. |
Record
03:50
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How do I get by
Without sounding like a broken record
How do I know when it’s time to go
And give myself credit where more credit is due
How will I live through a year like this
When my mind’s already fraying
How do I deal with the mass appeal
Of my soul’s journey into abandon and fear
The fear steers clear of the smile laying here
And the knife keeps getting deeper
How do I get by
Without sounding like a broken record
How do I go from an extrovert
To convoluted, so intruded, rooted, endured
How will I face another moment out here
When my mind’s already breaking
Cannot I be a substance freak
Or stop being so inclined to think
And simply step into this moment
And see it temporary
How do I get by
Without sounding like a broken record
How do I take another step forward
And learn to love every single scary moment
Life’s too short for this solo cohort
And the game’s already playing
Will not I pull the boot straps up
And cherish the moments that will not repeat
I still steer clear and swerve to the rear
Where the fire’s burning inside of here
How do I get by
Without sounding like a broken record
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2. |
Realm
04:47
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Here I stand
A creature of the night
A small child
A little boy
The wind of morn
Comes close to light
And this involved sight
On the inner side
The evil thing
Will contain me
It’s trickery
Into the realm of me
Need not I be scared
And swallow you right down
Okay, I will come to you
You son of a bitch
You goddamn fool
Okay, yes, I’ll bow to you
You “world of foggy distance” mule
I tried to keep my hands off you
And get through life without needing you
So doctor please just give me more
And help me to keep shut this door
To be a mask
To be a bee
To be a fortress
Of decency
Power through
Your odd machine
And keep my feet
Off electricity
Put my feelers out
A signal to myself
Chorus
Your side effects cripple me
And bring my armor down
You do the opposite of what you’re supposed to do
Chorus
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3. |
Underground Press
04:23
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Nothing makes a difference in the matter
And I adore the domino effect this has on me
Queen bee, fresh scene, look at me in the eye
Makes me feel like a new man
A new man with a motto
Chorus:
Stop the underground press
I’ve gone and done it again
Put a little lipstick on
And made myself a mess
Cause I’m damned if I do
And I’m ruined if I don’t
Don’t say you don’t agree
I’m pretty like a flower
Sting like a bee you see
Don’t worry ‘bout me
Lightning hit this head more than dirty politicians
Someone please pull the key out of the ignition
How many times can we go off our reflections
If I had a dime for every time I’d get some recognition
Chorus
I know that time was on our side
Now we must run and hide
The hell I’ll fall asleep
When the nation’s going down so deep
Chorus
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4. |
We'll See
03:54
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Dry your eyes on my sleeve
Your heart comes out like cream
Picture a million years
Ahead of where you've been so far
Count blessings and turn around
A tree falls; does it make a sound?
Imagine if this were code red
Only minutes left to spare
Do you see constellations?
Do you hear the howling winds?
Can you swim into big abysses?
Can you touch the bottom of the sea?
We'll see
Eat among the fruits you know
Check each one for tampering
You don’t know what they can do (they do)
If they don't know your name
Spin around and watch for arrows
Flying at your pale white face
Imagine if this were a roadblock
Only seconds left to spare
Do you see running horses?
Do you know your father's name?
Can you breathe the air surrounding you?
Can you hurry up and flee?
We'll see
Do you see constellations?
Do you hear the howling winds?
Can you swim into big abysses?
Can you touch the bottom of the sea?
We'll see
We’ll say
We’ll sigh
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The mark’s been made
The deal is flat
My soul’s been changed
I’d seen to that
But I know it’s not right
To deny myself this
Now the damage is done
I’ve up and gone amiss
I’ve gone out west
Done did a show
My how I’ve wept
I knew you’d know
But I know it’s not fair
To bring you in
Let you loose in the desert
And then condone this sin
How I’ve been silenced
How I am stuck
How I am voiceless
Just until now
Go and take a good look at it baby
You need to move
All these things are held up in your honor
They’ve been done before
Yeah, they’ve been done before
I’ve been a mess
I’ve been a scene
I’ve lost my voice
No identity
But I know it’s not fair
To avoid sleeve-bearing
Emotional consistence
I’ve went and played the game
How I’ve been stoic
How I’ve been stunned
I’ve kept this poker face
Just until now
Chorus
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6. |
Sailed Away
02:25
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My only echo of regret
Was what I said to you that night
Sticks and stones and shaking bones draw blood
To such amounts I swear I could have sailed away
So what are we supposed to do with this?
Solitary momentarily the victims of a crying game
Earthquake
Hip shake
Nothing else compares to you
And the beating of my heart slowed down like it was made of glue
Muted breaths keep breathing on my skin
Inner voices do not tell me what to do (not how it should be)
So what are we supposed to do with this?
Insidiously emotionally headed for a heavy end
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7. |
Solution
04:42
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If the shoe fits wear it
Right into your mistakes
Take the sun and set it
Do not be afraid
If the piano’s dusty
Clean it and pen your thoughts
If your voice is captive
Just wait for its return
But this isolating...
Does not a solution make
Just as you move through me
I will now move through you
The blurry edge of water
My image ceases to exist
Take the stage and set it
Own it like you always have
And let your talent guide you
Don’t let it become captive
But this isolating...
Does not a solution make
Maybe I am righteous
I suppose that I am
To be carried away
Into your night of good fortune
The time has come to close it
The book I have come to write
Then the moment of "realize"
That the bee having stung moves on
But this isolating...
Does not a solution make
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8. |
R.F.T.
04:43
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I suppose I've learned quite a lesson
Being alone and isolated
By myself I guess I have taken
With stride and impatience
What I've known all too well
I digress I’ve walked around aimlessly
Sometimes for hours to comprehend this
By the way, things aren’t so fine with me
Not so contrived with
Spite of myself
Something to mark your love on my heart
Something to chronicle you
Something to breathe life back into me
Something to give me a voice
So...
Chorus:
I got an RFT tattoo on me
To remind me of someone who meant so much to me
An RFT tattoo you see
To alert me of the love that surrounded my being
I suppress the feelings inside of me
Until they bubble and surface on top
You could see how this can be harder
From so many miles and time zones away
And I debate on running from this scene
Saying damn all to this scene
And running back home
Still, I guess, you taught me to cherish
The opportunistic things that I have
Something to embrace nostalgia
Something memorialized
Something to bite the bullet on
Something to bring me peace
So…
Chorus
No hesitation in this mark on my wrist
All I do is glance down
A subtle gesture to tap into me
And let the feeling in
Chorus
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9. |
Soul Shake
05:15
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As a man I know what I should’ve done
As a son I knew what I was to know
As a boy I lacked all fitting in
And now I find it feels the same
I feel as if the glass is breaking in my hand
And the blood is warm yet soothing to my touch again
When my soul begins to shake
For the choices that I’ve made
I promise I’ll not take away your time
When the walls are closing in
I’m hesitating to begin
I’ll guide myself along with your voice
Cut now to the time I’ve spent away
Flash back if you will to the tears I shed, I shed all day
Had I not tread on these waters, I wouldn’t be here
I feel as if it’s fed upon my weakened mind
And the energy is gone for what was once sublime
When my heart becomes a wreck
And my life is just a mess
I’ll do my best not to complain again
When the key’s not fitting in
And I lack a sincere grin
To all the people throwing stares my way
Don’t tell me not to sigh
Don’t challenge my alibi
If I had reaped what I had sown
I would not, I would not be here
When my soul begins to shake
For the choices that I’ve made
I promise I’ll not take away your time
When the key’s not fitting in
And I lack a fucking grin
To all the people throwing stares my way
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10. |
River
02:41
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Any given day
Or any given moment
Automatically conceive the notion that I'm freed
I would speak the words
That I thought I would never say
Beaming every time
You speak them right back to my face
I would swim a river to get to you
I would take a bullet you know I'll do
Chorus:
Feeling mighty fine
I reach for the sky
Toxic air I let escape with a sigh
Take you by the hand
And plunge into fear
Get a grip on it
And get into gear
I’m sorry for the pain
My "pain-in-the-ass-ness” ways
The fact of the matter
Is that we’re still mighty as stones
So let it all be known
From this place we cannot be thrown
And bask in all the glow
That Copenhagen gave to us
I would walk on fire to approach you
I would (insert line) to get to you
Chorus
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Howard Louis Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Howard Louis comes armed with powerful vocals and a piano. He fuses sounds of rock, alternative, pop, and even flavors of show tunes in his catalog of songs. His honest lyrics are perceptive, biting, self-deprecating, and naked. All of these qualities are crafted over melodic soundscapes that are sometimes dark, sometimes quirky, and sometimes raw and beautiful. ... more
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