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Isolation Nation
04:53
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Tilting toward turmoil, indeed
Whole word is sick now, it seems
Flippantly acting, I think
We need this enema, then peace
Seriously shackled and seriously shamed
When are we going to step out of this twisted game?
Isolation nation
We’re in so deep
Isolation nation
Go back to sleep
Isolation nation
Make us a flag
Isolation nation
Cat’s out the bag
May this day run
Make night come on
Make it move on as quick as it seemed to come on
Who is our leader? A fool!
Gone are the days of refuel
Obliterate all of the Dream
We need awakening as team
Intrepidly on our toes we must move
Awaken the devil so he can approve
Oh beautiful for spacious skies
And amber waves of hate
We are caught up in a panic
Nothing short of pain
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Ain't It So
03:35
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Well I guess I have a story of someone who has a story about how they overcame
A bloated grief within their system, how they came to find a simple cure
Billowing within their framework, lenses seeing things they never saw
I suspect they wrote the answers down so I can take a cue from what they found
Doing this for research (so you know)
I’m asking for a friend (should you wonder)
Gonna walk to the river
And I’ll get a little breather
Gonna give myself a go
Gonna take it in slow
And pave myself a road
Gonna let it all simmer down
Ain’t it so
That’s all I know
Do you ever wonder if there is a simple system to how all this works?
Some kind of structure you can model and tailor to what you want?
Something that is easy yet it challenges you to use your head
I guess if this were easy there would be no point to what I ask of you
But sometimes I get fidgety and all
So I propose a thinker for us all
So let’s walk to the river
And we’ll get a little breather
And we’ll give ourselves a go
And we’ll take it in slow
And pave ourselves a road
Then we’ll let it all simmer down
Ain’t it so
That’s all we know
I wonder if there is a happy ever after
A happy ever after in this world
I wonder why I just need to know the answers
I need to know the answers
Right now
Right now
Right now
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Shatter
03:59
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Come little man to the center of the universe
With your big brown eyes
Welcome to the city of the interim
Where you can’t escape
Slip into something that is comfortable
So you can sit still
Take a slice of the pie that we call humbling
Make sure to oblige
May we agree that we won’t condemn
May we solely swear to what we bend
Then we shatter…
Come little girl to the center of the hemisphere
You never wanted to go
But you must agree to do the traveling
We are much too scared
May we slyly take on another victim
May we divvy the profits of what we bring
And then we shatter…
Come little thing to the platform of the belvedere
I would like to see your face
Perfectionist and pacifist is what you can accuse me of
That will be okay
Can we slowly ease into our cocoons
Can we believe in everything that we do
And then we’ll shatter…
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4. |
Overpowered Me
03:41
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I’ve done the time
I've shed some tears
I did the walk of shame right into all my fears
I’ve shared my voice
I’ve spilled the truth
I shared my whole entire life with all of you
But most of all, all of these things
Have overpowered me
I bit the dirt
I ate the leaves
and there was nothing I could do except appease
The so-called things you sent to me
As a memento of a non-existant plea
Oh the things I’ve done for you
They’ve overpowered me
I danced with the night
Bayed at the moonlight
Sure I’d get it right
For you and me
We fell in love
We felt the breeze
Sailed a totalitarian and windy sea
In acid rain
In summer heat
We seemed to conquer this and that and everything
But there was something so indeed
You’d overpowered me
I took a risk
Then shrugged it off
So this is how my mark has made off in this gulf
What’s next for me
I hear you ask
That answer’s not in my wheelhouse or bank of task
I wonder how I’ll accept that
It’s overpowered me
I sing to the night
Scream into headlights
Sure I’ll win the fight
For you
I slide out of your sight
It’s time I do it right
Rip off the bandage it was tight
For me
Just me
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5. |
Dignity
03:26
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When I was a young boy I was so shy
Never wanted to be an attention whore
When I was a young boy I never stopped singing
Didn’t occur to me that they could hear
But I had dignity, dignity
So impulsive
Flippancy, flippancy
Not for me
Sympathy, sympathy
I want none of it
Timpani, timpani
Led me here
When I was a teen I had some more friends
Probably because I had empathy
The empathy that got me my first girlfriend
Bless her heart for dealing with my bullshit
But I had dignity, dignity
So impulsive
Flippancy, flippancy
Not for me
Sympathy, sympathy
I want none of it
Timpani, timpani
Led me here
When I turned to “adult”, first apartment
Traipsing through New York without a care
Sooner or later I came to my senses
Headed off to Philly with a new purpose
But I had dignity, dignity
So impulsive
Flippancy, flippancy
Not for me
Sympathy, sympathy
I want none of it
Timpani, timpani
Led me here
36 years later, I’m now in the forefront
All of my experiences collected
Nostalgic or masochist?
You should tell me
Why am I rewinding my brain like this?
Cause I have dignity, dignity
So much more now
Wittily, wittily
Sometimes not
Skillfully, skillfully
Fin’lly grounded
Friskily, friskily
Winding down...
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6. |
Linda
02:04
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Linda
We don’t talk all that much
We don’t always check in
But a quick chat always brings us back
Linda
You always know how to make a point
You always share your opinion
And if someone doesn’t get it, you surely have no time
I always respect your boldness
I always do love your quirk
I always love your light at the end of the day
Linda
You always asked for a tune
I always put it aside
For a dark tune
A sad tune
Now’s your time to shine
Linda
You keep being yourself
You keep being a strong one
A queen of your own right and that is all I have to say
Linda…
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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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