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Dry Season
02:57
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The river runs low and clear this time of year,
and we're waiting for rain.
Like waiting for someone to come here and save me.
I'm waiting for you.
I've seen all the evidence of the past floods,
and the carnage they left.
We'll weather the storm and we'll wait out the night,
hand in hand.
Just know that if you bring the rain,
you'll sleep in the lake.
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Long Days, Parma Nights
03:10
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Oh look the sun came up.
Another day to fuck things up,
again I tried.
I fell in love again,
to another bottled friend so what,
oh well, I tried.
Seems to me that I will never be growing up,
but I feel fine.
At least I've got something.
We drove around again,
in the back of my father's van
and we felt so at home.
Lit napalm in the streets,
and smashed a manger scene when we,
were left to roam.
Seems to me that I will never be growing up,
but I feel fine.
At least I've got something.
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Stupid Love Song
04:56
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I remember the words you said that day,
and how our lives could never ever be the same.
And it felt like I had finally found something real.
I couldn't keep my lips off of your lips.
Or getting shivers from every brush of your fingertips.
And I knew that I would not be alone, alone again.
Cuz you're the only one to drive me to
write a stupid love song.
They are always filled with the rhymes of the things
that are never said out loud.
But it's alright, cuz you've earned it,
though they're so predictable.
I will sing it loud.
I still love you every time that you give me shit.
And you still love me every time that I light up my cigarette.
And if this is one thing that they call love, I'm all in.
This is where I run out of things to say.
But I've been drinking so I went ahead and wrote it anyway.
Here's another line that should be profound, and so is this.
Cuz you're the only one to drive me to
write a stupid love song.
They are always filled with the rhymes of the things
that are never said out loud.
But it's alright, cuz you've earned it,
though they're so predictable.
I will sing it loud.
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I'm not the man I was before.
I just can't hide it anymore.
I've got no hair left on my head.
I can't remember what you said.
But I know, that you, know me.
I cannot run, I barely walk.
My lips hardly move when I talk.
I just don't know another way.
Still you hear every word I say.
And I know, that you, know me.
And I know it's not easy to know,
but I know, that you, know me.
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Listen to my words I wrote down with you in mind.
I've been blessed with the wit to make this seem less painful.
I will never fall for any of your plans,
and I'm not going home,
until you've heard all that I have to say.
And I am more than just a man with my guitar,
playing these songs by heart,
Put your God away and save yourself.
I'm not easily swayed by all your propaganda.
And you'll soon realize that prayer and liquor just don't pay the bills.
I will never fall for any of your plans,
and I'm not going home
until I've played another verse and bridge.
And I am more than just a drunk with my guitar
trying to hit it big.
Put your God away and save yourself.
And I will never fall for any of your plans.
I think I'll go home as soon as I have finished all my beer.
And I am more than just a mark with a cheap tab,
waiting for ride home.
Put your God away and save yourself.
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6. |
Broken Promises
04:22
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If you could just let me try to explain myself,
and let me tell you what my mindset was.
You see, I was drinking things got out of hand.
Just so you know that it's not my fault.
Wish I knew just how all this would play out.
And why it's not like it was before.
There's no reason for me to tell you everything.
Chances are, you already know.
And so,
we're hanging on, hanging on.
If you could just let me try to explain myself,
and let me tell you why I wasn't home.
You see, I was driving back here when they pulled me over.
Just so you know that it's all your fault, again.
Maybe next time I will think of you,
before I throw it all away.
And maybe next time you will think of you and me,
and why, it's just not the same.
And so,
We're hanging on, hanging on.
I wish you weren't a liar.
I wish I didn't still love you.
I wish you weren't a liar.
And now we're left here hanging on,
Hanging on, hanging on
to broken promises.
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7. |
Better Off
04:30
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I tried to find a way to get all your attention,
everyday, every way.
But you are never here to see with all this tension.
Then you go.
And you, stay away.
I guess that's what 'til death means these days.
She takes a breath and makes her way out of the front door.
On her way, then she'll say.
"You are not the man I need, no, not anymore."
Then she'll go.
And she stays away.
I guess that's what 'til death means these days.
I found you on his arm hanging oh so near,
is it over yet?
I smell him in our bed, he's filling all the air.
Is it over yet?
If I see him in your eyes, looking right through me,
this is over.
You used to tell me that you love me,
and he was just a friend that we'd see.
But now that's gone.
I guess we're better off now.
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8. |
Still
04:48
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The ceiling fan pushes the air,
back into the bed we used to share.
And I sing, the songs I wrote for you.
And you are, doing anything but listening,
waiting for your cue to close your eyes.
When I sleep, all I can see is you,
and that man, waiting for me to leave the house.
I tried to, forgive what you have done.
There's no sense in both of us breaking our vows.
Somethings can't be fixed, when they're broken.
I'll try to be rational one,
with my hands around your throat,
squeezing as hard as I love you.
You should have known,
that I am not afraid, to do what must be done.
Through sickness, and my health,
you ran to him.
While I just lay quietly still.
Now you, will lay there,
pleading,
until you are quietly still.
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9. |
The River
07:24
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The river rose over night.
There's nothing for me here.
It washed away both our lives.
It took us out to lake,
floating hand in hand.
You just want one more night.
And so do I.
Everyone you know is gonna say,
that what I did was such a shame.
If they only knew.
Nothing ever goes the way it's planned,
like when you took the other hand,
the other man.
Over me.
They took me back to the car,
for some questioning.
I never got very far, away.
But I'm never coming back,
or see the sun again.
All they want are the answers.
And so do I.
You will never tell another lie,
or cut my heart out with your eyes,
ever again.
I only gave you what I thought was best,
and all you gave me back was,
empathy.
Everyone we know is gonna say,
that you deserved this watery grave.
I swear I'll make them see.
Nothing ever goes the way it's planned,
like when you fucked the other man,
over me.
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Poor Duncan Cleveland, Ohio
Poor Duncan is an indie rock act from Cleveland, Ohio featuring Brian Pavick.
As a songwriter,
Poor Duncan blends the lines between catchy and poignant. Each song lives on its own, but together they tell a story guaranteed to invoke a reaction. Fans of Pedro the Lion and Death Cab for Cutie will find some familiarity with Poor Duncan.
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