Lyrics From the Album The Morning After

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All Lyrics ©2006 Troy T.

See Saw

It's a miracle we've come this far at all
The manimal collective's rougher than a saw

It's cyclical the cutting of the running blade
And I wonder if we'll manage to escape

See saw
And it will come again
See saw
And it will never end

It's a miracle we've come this far at all

See saw

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Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time
The future it was mine
And there wasn't anything to keep me down
I'm the new kid in town
So I stake my claim
Over everything
There's nothing gonna stop me when I want to go
I thought I was in the know

Looking back I can see the folly
Looking out I concede my dreams

Once upon a time
Before I changed my mind
The world it was my oyster and I ate it down
I'm the new kid in town
So I make my claim
That I am everything
There's nothing gonna stop me when I want to go
It wasn't to be so

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If It Ever Was At All

There's a place I go in the morning
Inside of which i'm often mourning
Through the mist I sometimes see your shadow
That's all that's left of the battles that we waged
And of the games that we played
The love that we made
If it ever was at all

There are trips I take in the daytime
Instances when sunny cloudy same time
Try to look into the muddy water
Bloody too it's left from the slaughter that we bathed
It was a game that we played
It was a love that we made
If it ever was at all

Tenderly you run me through
And you twist the blade
Gingerly you thrust me down
Responsibly you leave me
Open on the floor
I won't let you have it all
Undertones and craggy walls

There's a drift that I take in the evening
It won't be long before I am sleeping
And the images are getting blurry
But that doesn't mean i'm free from worry i'm afraid
It's still a game that I play
A love I'd like to turn away
Like it never was at all

Tenderly you run me through
And you twist the blade
Gingerly you thrust me down
Responsibly you leave me
Open on the floor
I will let you have it all
Undertows and crumbled walls

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Rails

So we sit and I listen to the tales
Of all the things he's gonna do
I just smile at the pitch of the sales
It's the kind of thing that I'm used to

I saw my good friend runnin down the rails
And in the end, all of his reason failed
Ship without a rudder,
He's still my brother
But he's a grown man what can I do?

The afternoon wanes and he says he's gotta go
We both know where he's goin to
I just nod at the forks in his trail
He's his own man what can I do?

I saw my good friend runnin down the rails
And in the end, all of his reason failed
Ship without a rudder,
He's still my brother
He's a grown man what can I do?

The next day I sit and listen to the tales
They told me what he went and done
I just cry at the tearing of the veil
He's his own man the one I knew

I saw my good friend runnin down the rails
And in the end, all of his reason failed
Ship without a rudder,
He's still my brother
He's a grown man the one I knew

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Great Expectations

When I look at this under a microscope
Then I might find out what is going on
A little piece of ingrained memory
Just might be the thing to cure me mentally

I might find a piece of key evidence
That establishes what is going on
Through the valleys and over the mountains
Under rock and tree
Useless energy

Somewhere out there, I hope to find
Somewhere in there, a piece of mind
Look in the widow's room and in her locked drawer
There you will find a gun

When I look at this through a kaliedescope
Then I might find out if there's any hope
A little piece of ingrained memory
Just might be the thing to cure me mentally

Somewhere out there, I hope to find
Somewhere in there, a piece of mind
Look in the widow's room and in her locked drawer
There you will find a gun

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Salt Peter

The leaves of rain beat down on the station
On that lonely afternoon
Drenched expressions they withered and they wilted in tune
There's a shipment coming soon
There's a hand that feeds and starves the same
Salt Peter, that is his name

Salt Peter comes around
He always brings you down
Down in the mine
At the end of the line
They like it
When Salt Peter comes around

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Salt Peter comes around
He always brings you down
Down in the mine
At the end of the line
They like it
When Salt Peter comes around

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Sinking

What she carries I don't know
But it weighs her down for all to see
Says she's gonna be
Gonna be back home soon
The anchor weighs
There's no wind
In her sails

She declares that she don't know
The articles are there for all to see
Says she's gonna leave
She won't be back here soon
The anchor stays
There's no way
Beached like whales

Not to say there aren't exceptions made
But chances are
This isn't one of them
Chances are
Another scuttle time
Sinking once again

What she carries down below
Weighs her down for you and me to see
Seems she's gonna be
Gonna be drifting soon
There's no wind
No sails

She is sinking

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The Morning After

Don't you think you should savor the mourning after?
He'll be gone before too long
Wait for now at the end of the b-wing hall
Baby bird fed through a straw

Do you think you're exempt from the mocking laughter?
Falling down upon us all
Dayroom play leads to tears in the spring or fall
Wheel the chair along the hall

You'll be waiting for the call

Looking through the fog
You can't see at all
But you can feel the coming storm

Don't you think you should mourn the morning after?
He'll be gone before too long
Small remains of a flame that once burned large
Baby bird fed through a straw

You'll be waiting for the call

Looking through the fog
You can't see at all
But you can feel the coming storm

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Waves Of Grain

I look out over the waves of grain
And frankly, i'm a bit ashamed
What you call class warfare
I call wealth mis-distribution
Look out into those waves of grain

I see the rockets' red glare
And frankly, i'm a little bit scared
What you call survival
I call an empire revival
The bombs are bursting in the air

I look out over the fruited plain
And frankly, it's going down the drain
What you call compassion
I call talk without the action
Look out into those waves of grain

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Collateral Damage

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Curtain Call Of Sorts?

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All Lyrics ©2006 Troy T.

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