1. |
Twist of Fate
04:14
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I dropped myself down upon my knees
I hate myself when I act the freak
I snarl, I beg, I scream
CHORUS: To do is the doing and being is
bait/to not want in confusion/ I feel far from confusion and feeding off simple twists of fate
I'm riding the monkey again
I'm feeding him fun, I'm feeding again
Here I go, here I go again
CHORUS
I know I'm a bloated rose
Can't see as far as my nose goes, I know
I know I'm a bloated rose
I'm plucked I'm thorned
CHORUS
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2. |
Pennies in time
03:21
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I had a very bad year
A little strain on my family tree
Just a bad year
I felt the weight of the first born blood on my shoulder
I was born I am blessed
I’m also just an animal mess
It was an awful year too much blood too much fear
Just a sad year
I put the weight of too much love on my shoulders
I pray to god, I repent
I know that my time here is just leant, is leant
We’re pennies in time
A little glitch on the timeline
Pennies in time
A little glitch on the timeline
REPEAT
It was an awful year
A lot of loss drunken tears
Just a wasted year
I feel the weight of too much love on my shoulders
We are born, we are blessed
But know this your body is leant, is leant
Chorus
Bridge:
Go ahead pray to god repent
Embrace your animal mess
You were born you lucky guest
Know this your time here is leant, leant, leant, is leant
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3. |
Leverage
02:14
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Talk to me
Am I so scary to you, I wanna wish on my wishing well
and make the scars all disappear
all these fights through all the years
I carry the line all the time
tow the line all the time
Don't want to tow the line, tow the line
Carrying the line all the time
I'm tired
It's all about leverage
and fighting for our egos
I guess I gotta get use to it
Why do I feel everything is all my fault I'm gasoline
Carrying the line, tow the line, carrying the line
all the time
Don't want to tow the line
Carry the line
I'm tired
It's heavy
I want leverage
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4. |
Dead End Running
03:33
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I got my red dress on
Felt pretty on the outside today
Then my phone rang and I picked up
Must of picked up at the wrong time
CHORUS:
I hit the dead end running
I climb and endless wall
All I do is mourn it
I mourn my empty house
This is an empty house
I swim oceans unending
I'm flying through a black hole now
I'm on a mission but I'm blinded
by disappointment somehow
CHORUS
I'm screaming when you speak, screaming when you speak
Cause all I get is your worn out answers
Don't list demands I say, don't list demands I say
CHORUS
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5. |
Suffering Bitch
03:24
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Am I to entertain you?
I never saw this that way
I can’t ransom up my soul
Or be a puppet untold
I’ll choose my own damn therapy
If you don’t like it don’t come see me
I’d rather scrap myself off the floor
Than be a liar, someone’s whore
CHORUS:
I’m terrified of silence
I crucify my own bliss
I covet noise and trouble
If I resist then I’m
The suffering bitch
Resist then I”m the suffering bitch
Everybody’s hero but mine
I”m a mama not mine
This is asylum for
This is where I get to be
CHORUS
Sound like a gun
Tastes like salt I sound like a gun
I taste like salt
I’ll choose my own damn therapy
If you don’t like it don’t come see me
I’d rather scrap myself off the floor
Then be a liar a whore
I can’t be a puppet untold
I am not a puppet untold
CHORUS
I sound like a gun
Taste me I am salt
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6. |
Indiana Angel
03:07
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Don’t promise me christmas then take it away
Don’t tell me you love me
We have other things to say
CHORUS:
I know where promises go
I know where they go
I know where promises go
Where they go
It’s like this CD player he bought me the week he died
Now i can’t play my records, my records make me cry
CHORUS
Just be my Indiana Angel and kiss me when I wake
With your blue, I mean green eyes smiling
I love your smell you’re my clean slate
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7. |
Love is not the enemy
02:50
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I sleep through winter, spring and fallen dreams
Sleep has finally taken over me and when I dream I dream alone
Love felt like the enemy
It was not what it use to be when I was young
Now I dream in an avalanche of scenery
Time and space a place I call my own
I place that I belong
Love is not the enemy
It’s just not what it use to be when I was young
You’re mine baby
Looking down your back
You are eye candy
You are mine baby
Love is what you are
Love is not the enemy
It’s just not what it use to be when I was young
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8. |
Beautiful Boy
03:28
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Beautiful boy where are your toys has
GI Joe turned into
The cruel tools of manhood
Needles and pins
cars that go too fast a little
Alcohol is always good to see you through
CHORUS:
I guess you didn’t see
that time was gonna come for you
And the consequence of your high took the rest of your days
Didn’t you know that it's ok to be not the things we thought we’d be
When we were young and full of plans
Hold on to your dreams cause they are the thing
That life’s going to take from you when you’re not holding
On strong enough
CHORUS
It’s a beautiful day, there’s a little rain on my window
I can see Brooklyn now through the eyes of a woman
You have shown me that times also going to come for me
And the consequence of a high isn’t worth the escape
You have shown that time is also going to come for me
the consequence of getting high isn’t worth the escape
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Juliana Nash New York, New York
Juliana Nash led the major label rock band Talking to Animals in the ‘90s, co-
founded one of Brooklyn’s most beloved bars/venues, Pete’s Candy Store, and penned the
internationally-performed, award-winning musical Murder Ballad.
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