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Valiant Attempt
00:33
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So this is my valiant attempt to be well again,
proud to be under a vicodin spell again,
summoning the heart to climb out of my shell again.
This is my valiant attempt.
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2. |
The Star Trek
02:43
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I was on my way to
something beautiful,
I really thought I had
it all figured out,
I figured it out!
Needless to say,
I spoke too soon,
it will return someday,
'til then I guess I gotta wait and
see how it all plays out.
Now i'm begging for my fuse,
what have i gotten myself into?
It's a catch-22, Kobayashi Maru,
what do I want me to do?
I'm more than halfway to my funeral
and I'm no better at figuring out
this crippling doubt.
Forgive me all my trespasses,
my heart might break
with my next mattress,
'til then I guess I gotta wait
and see how it all plays out.
Now I'm begging for my fuse,
what have I gotten myself into?
It's a Catch-22, Kobayashi Maru,
what do I want me to do?
(Captain, this is highly illogical)
If I can't find a way to win,
I have to change the rules again,
'til then I guess I gotta wait and
see how it all plays out.
Now I'm begging for my fuse,
what have I gotten myself into?
it's a Catch-22, Kobayashi Maru,
what do I want me to do?
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3. |
Mumbo Jumbo
03:15
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It's been some time
since I needed you, honey.
It's been a while
since you needed me too.
It's been entirely too long
since I've heard you say
"Why, oh why, do I keep
coming back to you?"
This is the way
that we tend to behave
and it's the way that we
need it to be,
but it's been too many days
since I uttered the phrase
"Why, oh why, do you
keep coming back to me?"
Oh, how we long to be saved
and I hope this song
is saving you tonight.
You've done me wrong but,
hey, everyone's done me wrong
and at least you knew
just how to do me right.
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4. |
The Disastrous Course
02:11
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I will ramble until
there's nothing left of me.
This bourbon on my breath is
bound to be the death of me.
I'll stay distracted until
I resort to my usual thrills.
My liver's gonna fail me before
my conscience ever will.
I've put one thousand miles on
this old heart in the last one thousand days
and I've seen all my greatest fears
come true along the way.
Chances are I'm still regretting
half the bottle I've been sweating
out these pores. I'm just disastrous
and bound to stay the course.
Even though my mind's made up,
my heart's in a different place.
I'm tryin' my best to get
this message off my chest today.
Chances are I'm still regretting
half the bottle I've been sweating
out these pores. I'm just disastrous
and bound to stay the course, with no remorse.
I'm just disastrous and
bound to stay the course.
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5. |
Leading Man (Acoustic)
02:21
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She's looking for a man
with a tongue made of silver,
cat-like eyes and sophisticated charm.
The kind of guy who
doesn't sound so familiar,
you can bet she'll wrap
her wrist around his arm.
No, you wouldn't have left so soon
if I was Jeff Goldblum.
If he would have told you
he wanted to hold you,
I would be old news.
But I could dress so smooth,
just like Jeff Goldblum
or Adrien Brody,
then you would have told me
"I want you let's go spoon".
Oh what I'd give to be a fly
on the wall when Jeff's around,
to find out what he says
to make the ladies go to bed,
he don't mess around.
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Believe me, you don't
want to wait too long.
The later that it gets,
the less you wanna sing along.
It's a complicated message
in a simple kind of song.
Believe me, you don't
want to wait too long.
If you're holding out
for something to write home about
or contemplating zoning out,
I can tell you, it won't ever come.
It's a shameful kind of life we lead
when living it is frightening
and all of this enlightening
is wasted as it's waiting
on the tip of your tongue.
Believe me, you don't
want to wait too long.
The later that it gets,
the less you wanna sing along.
It's a complicated message
in a simple kind of song.
Believe me, you don't
want to wait too long.
Exile is where I spend
most of my time,
each day it gets plainer to see.
If only I thought of you
more than these lines,
a happier man I would be.
Believe me, you don't
want to wait too long.
The later that it gets,
the less you wanna sing along.
It's a complicated message
in a simple kind of song.
Believe me, you don't
want to wait too long.
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You have got to be
a little forward with me.
I would hate to watch
you leave again, (leave again)
but you have got to understand
I like what i see.
I just can't seem to
get the words over, girl.
No, I can't seem to get
the words over, girl.
Lately, maybe I've been
coming off a little bit shy.
That's not for lack of trying.
Frankly, maybe I'm just
not a very typical guy.
That's nothing i'm denying, but...
You have got to be
a little forward with me.
I would hate to watch
you leave again, (leave again)
but you have got to understand
I like what I see.
I just can't seem to
get the words over, girl.
No, I can't seem to get
the words over, girl.
What can I do
to make it any more obvious
that you are all
I'm wondering about?
You have got to be
a little forward with me.
I would hate to watch
you leave again, (leave again)
but you have got to understand
I like what I see.
I just can't seem to
get the words over, girl.
No, I can't seem to get
the words over, girl.
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8. |
Old Fashioned Fool
01:56
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I can't go on living like I do.
I can't function or sleep
without sinking my teeth into you
and I could be wrong,
but there's nothing I knew
about love, about life,
until life became you.
I would be willing
to hazard a guess
that anyone could love you,
but I'd do it best.
So call me old fashioned,
or call me a fool.
I could lack passion
or I could lack fuel,
but there's one thing I'll never know
and that's what I would do
without love,
without light
in my life,
I'd be through.
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9. |
Sweet Dixie
01:36
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I won't be soothed until
Georgia Brown calls me
her son again.
I won't be soothed until
that sweet clarinet hums again.
I could use a smoother kind of tempo
to lead to my crescendos
and navigate the songs that I pen.
Dixieland, I'm coming home to you again.
I can hear the tubas in the distance
every time I listen,
I just never thought
that we could be friends.
Dixieland, I'm coming home to you.
Stereotypical as I am,
I couldn't help but try and
the least that I could do is pretend.
Dixieland, I've never actually been there,
but I'm coming home to you again.
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10. |
Chivalry (Sort Of)
02:08
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I'll be your knight in shining Nerf armor,
I'll be your charming prince, valiantly flawed.
I'll be your last great waste of a date,
for eternity's sake, you should probably move on.
Though I never knew why I wanted you,
I was happier that way.
I apologize if I startled you,
but what I've been meaning to say is
I'll be your knight in shining Nerf armor,
I'll be your charming prince, valiantly flawed.
I'll be your last great waste of a date,
for eternity's sake, you should probably move on.
You should probably move on.
I could never do what you wanted to
without blabbering away,
I apologize if I'm starting to
but what I've been meaning to say is
I'll be your knight in shining Nerf armor,
I'll be your charming prince, valiantly flawed.
I'll be your last great waste of a date,
for eternity's sake, you should probably move on.
You should probably move on.
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11. |
Bound to Happen
03:07
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This is the outcome but
I wish we could outrun
all the viciously operatic woe.
It breaks you to break this habits.
We'll make due with what we have but
mistakes are the only thing
you seem to ever know.
You feel like it's always bound to happen,
like it's always bound to happen.
You feel like it's always bound to happen.
It's probably always gonna happen like that.
If we could exorcise this rift,
we could emphasize it's bliss
when we're at our finest,
but I must admit that
I feel like it's always bound to happen,
like it's always bound to happen.
I feel like it's always bound to happen.
It's probably always gonna happen like that.
I'm panicked, shaken, sweating
and paranoia is setting in,
I'm having trouble just getting
out of my bed again.
I feel like it's always bound to happen,
like it's always bound to happen.
I feel like it's always bound to happen.
It's probably always gonna happen.
I feel like it's always bound to happen,
like it's always bound to happen.
I feel like it's always bound to happen.
It's probably always gonna happen like that.
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Who's to say this won't be
the song of my dreams?
Who's to say you won't
sing along in my dreams?
You're mouthing every word
and I'd prefer that you
would rather not be heard
letting melodies of mine
roll off your tongue
and down your spine.
Who's to say this won't be
the start of something
wonderful, albeit
kind of frightening?
You're wincing at the thought,
and I'm convinced that you
would rather not be caught
allowing memories of me
to set your troubled mind at ease.
The thought is weakening my knees.
I don't know what to believe,
but I swear tonight won't
be like every other night.
Please, the thought is weakening my knees.
I don't know what to believe,
but I swear tonight won't
be like every other night.
Who's to say this won't be
the song of my dreams?
And who's to say that
you don't belong in my dreams?
Who's to say this won't be
the song of my dreams?
(The song of my dreams)
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So long to sober isolation.
So long to my lack of determination.
It's been so long that I'm losing my patience
with life already.
So long to exasperation.
So long to my lack of inebriation.
It's been so long that I've reached desperation
with life already.
So this is my valiant attempt to be well again,
proud to be under a vicodin spell again,
summoning the heart to climb out of my shell again.
This is my valiant attempt.
So long to visceral distractions
and weak-in-the-back-of-my-throat type reactions.
It's been so long since I've felt satisfaction
with life already.
So this is my valiant attempt to be well again,
proud to be under a vicodin spell again,
summoning the heart to climb out of my shell again.
This is my valiant attempt.
So this is my valiant attempt at directing
my head to the place where my heart's resurrecting.
I guess this just wasn't what I was expecting at all.
This is my valiant attempt.
So this was your valiant attempt at sincerity?
Let's just be fair, you were never really fair to me,
but when you're alone no one else will compare to me.
This is my valiant attempt.
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This last sad song might be
all that's left in my head,
one more agonizing mantle piece
for you to take home again.
But so what if you don't wanna
be bound by a ring to me?
I've still got all kinds of
friends who will sing with me!
So fuck you, Darling,
you don't deserve an ounce of love.
The things that you have done to me
are nothing to be proud of.
If you don't get it,
I'm not singing loud enough.
So fuck you, Darling,
you don't deserve an ounce of love.
You seem to think that
all that this depended on
was my fragile kind of confidence,
and the lies that you had spent it on.
Well, I've got news that probably
won't sit that right with you.
I could have done this all without you
fucking all those other dudes.
So fucking fuck you, Darling,
you don't deserve an ounce of love.
The shit that you have done to me
is nothing to be proud of.
If you don't get it,
I'm not singing loud enough.
So fuck you, Darling,
you don't deserve an ounce of love.
Fuck you, Darling,
you don't deserve these words at all.
The last thing that you did to me
was easily the worst of all.
If you don't get it now,
here's why I never call.
Cause fuck you, Darling.
Yeah, fuck you, Darling.
Fuck you, Darling,
you don't deserve my love at all.
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15. |
Rock Bottom (Live)
02:47
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I've got a lotta weight
pressed on me today.
I've got a lot of shit
I've been meaning to say.
I've gotta stay sane
though I'm losing my nerves.
There's a lot of danger
surrounding those curves.
My eyes begin to move,
though my body's in shock.
My pulse begins to race
as they land on the clock.
I've gotta stay sane,
though my body is tense.
There's a lot of danger
surrounding this sense.
I'm hitting rock bottom.
I'm on my own.
I move through the night,
steady fingers, steady fight,
until my guard's down.
I'll be careful where my toes
hit the planet, I suppose, but
something tells me that I've gotta give.
I'm hitting rock bottom.
I'm on my own.
But I move through the night,
steady fingers, steady fight,
until my guard's down.
I'll be careful where my toes
hit the planet, I suppose, but
something tells me that I've gotta give.
I'm hitting rock bottom.
I'm on my own.
I'm hittin' rock,
I'm hittin' hittin' rock bottom.
I hit the bottle cause
I'm thinkin' I'll be sleeping alone.
I'm hittin' rock, I'm hittin' hittin' rock bottom.
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Written verses I recall
through chemistry and alcohol.
My temper raises slow concern.
It's safe to say that I've been turning
to some kind of vacant mind.
I can't relate this time.
I'm not corruptible, dependable,
or close to comprehendable.
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17. |
Sing Like the Devil
01:20
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I'm sorry that I haven't been
any better, but I'm ready now.
I wanna be a model human being,
just show me how.
I love this life I'm living, lord
just let me see it through.
I swear that's all I ask of you.
I can't for the life of me
decipher all this light in me.
I find it mighty frightening,
but inspiring nonetheless
and despite my better judgements
or my lesser known conquests,
I've gotta sing like the devil
cause the devil knows best.
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Arison Cain Long Beach, California
Hi, I'm Arison Cain.
I live by the philosophy that one great song can change the world, or at least the world that each of us is living in right now.
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