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Lamb
04:15
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I led a lamb out to be slaughtered
The shepherd came and he’s waiting outside
He hooked his staff in the crook of my collar
And with a tug of the rod down cast my eyes
Growing up out of line
Showing up at the wrong time
Out in the world without my father
No one here teaching wrong from right
Raised alone by a working mother
She was barely grown by the time I arrived
How would it feel to find peace in this place?
I swear I’d kneel if I believed in grace
To late to heal, I cannot erase
The deed this time
Momma said I’d follow in your footsteps
It’s funny how since we never even met
It ain’t a home if the household’s wounded
I started as a hand with a losing bet
Growing up out of line
Showing up at the wrong time
How would it feel to find peace in this place?
I swear I’d kneel if I believed in grace
To late to heal, I cannot erase
The deed this time
Oh and I should’ve seen the signs to change
But I declined
Oh and I’ve never seen the face
That makes up part of mine
Growing up out of line
Showing up at the wrong time
I led a lamb out to be slaughtered
The shepherd came and he took me inside
I rinsed my face in the basin water
Reflecting back I don’t recognize
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Invisible
04:08
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When we were kids
You’d call me inside
I’ve got my camouflage on
And I’m invisible
My training was good
I shipped overseas
And I did what I could
To stay invisible
They think they can see me but they don’t
They’re trying to find me but they won’t
Sometimes I wish I was there
Back on patrol
Among the others who stare
At the invisible
They think they can see me but they don’t
They’re trying to find me but they won’t
And on the news I hear about
The ones who could not make it out
‘Cause in their heads and hearts they stayed
Although I’m welcome here at home
I feel my way through this alone
And in the silence I’m afraid
When I was a kid
It worked for me
But now I’m grown and afraid to be
Invisible
They think they can see me but they don’t
They’re trying to help me but they won’t
Camouflage
Invisible
Camouflage
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3. |
Old Boy
04:10
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He carried all of the weight
When the time came to make our escape
And though I don’t want to lose him
I might have to put him down
Stars that lead the way
On the darkness of the plains
And though I don’t want to lose him
I can tell that he’s slowing down
A little weaker with every step
I hear him breathing in shorter breaths
The days won’t obey the clocks
The winds disobey the rocks
And though I don’t want to lose him
I’m putting the old boy down
It’s hard to find some faith
On the loneliness of the plains
And though I don’t want to lose him
I’m putting the old boy down
Every frightened one needs a friend
To walk them out to the end
Some acts of mercy can be
Cruel to the one who has to keep his cool
But he knows he's got to see it through
Cause there’s no daily ration
To measure for compassion here
Dear involuntary volunteer
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t trade
If I could give him back all of his strength
And though I hated to leave him
I’m putting the old boy down
There’s a loneliness on the plains
It's the only thing that tends the graves
And though I hate to leave him
I’m putting the old boy down
I’ve got a memory of a friend
Who showed me how to face the end
The sundown is on it’s way
I know that mercy shouldn’t be delayed
And now my only companion
Is nowhere to be found
There’s a mirror over every grave
And even the fearless can become afraid
Out where the plains are endless
And the wind is the only sound
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4. |
Gasoline
03:08
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Well we ended up here
But neither one of us participates
Our baby needs a good school
But we need cheaper real estate
And it just gets bigger
Empty condos keep on filling the skies
But we both ain’t quitters
And moving forward we ain’t leaving behind
Well I’m terrified baby but if it’s what you want
The sign’s in the yard so consider us gone
Just taking what we need gonna start it clean
Gonna sell the finer things for the gasoline
Another mega congregation
With Ashley Madison accounts
We’re #9 in the nation
A place where checks never bounce
And I see it every night
Down at the shoe show where I tend the bar
And they ask me overtime
“What name shows up on their credit card charge?”
Let’s get out of here baby ‘cause we both need a change
Living in a city filling up eight lanes
Deny reality by living the dream
Selling everything for the gasoline
Spin the globe baby I don’t know
Don’t forget to check your knot on the load
By the end of the week we won’t miss a thing
The best time to leave is always the spring
Well I’m terrified baby but if it’s what you want
The sign’s in the yard so consider us gone
Just taking what we need gonna start it clean
Gonna sell the finer things for the gasoline
Let’s get out of here baby ‘cause we both need a change
Living in a city filling up eight lanes
Deny reality by living the dream
Selling everything for the gasoline
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5. |
Tallest of Trees
04:10
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Whirlwinds out throwing seeds
Blooms grow from the debris
Randomly land side by side
Seasons fall and then they rise
We ask for no more than this
A soil so rich to grow
With roots growing shoots
And limbs bearing leaves with fruit
It’s just you and me - The tallest of trees
And time it will strip our leaves
No rhyme or reason here to grieve
And baby it’s a simple fact
That all we lose can grow back soon - If we want it too
Yes we’re stuck here I guess
What looks like a mess are roots
But if they dig there they’ll find
That we’ve been intwined since youth
It’s just you and me - The tallest of trees
An empty nest that used to sing
The eggs have hatched they miss the spring
And underneath the overcast
The dawn is slow the dusk is fast
And so the lightning will flash
And then comes the crash - boom
But if they dig there they’ll find
That I’m still intwined with you
It’s just you and me - The tallest of trees
It’s just you and me - The tallest of trees
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West
05:03
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I’m headed west to find the best me that some how has eluded me
Where shining skies show their stars in a whisper quiet clarity
I know who I am It’s not a question that I need to ask
But I don’t understand how time won’t let the moment last
Maybe what I leave
Will be someone’s find
I kept it safe with me
But now it just reminds
Here I am done - time to run - not away from only running toward
And I feel the joy when I destroy in the weightlessness of severed chords
Watch the crash and burn beneath me all that meant the least
Though the world always turns the horizon never stretches east
Maybe what I leave
Will be someone’s find
I kept it safe with me
But now it just reminds
Now this goodbye it ain’t a lie you can forget or just treasure it
I feel like a spy out of time who never left with what he came to get
As if I had died I can’t take it with me yes it’s true
But I leave behind a shadow that remembers you
Maybe what I leave
Will be someone’s find
I kept it safe with me
But now it just reminds
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Alias Patrick Kelly Atlanta, Georgia
Alias Patrick Kelly is a solo artist from Atlanta, Ga. He has spent years as a bass player for James Hall, The Goodies, The Halls of Jupiter, The Greater Vavoom, and Open Sky Separators. He is a regular collaborator in the Steel Bridge Construction Zone songwriter's workshop. Corruptibility Index is his first solo release. 3 years later he released the EP "An Unclaimed Inheritance." ... more
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