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"Last You Heard Of Me" by Joyce Manor from the album 'Cody,' available October 7th
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Joyce Manor - Last You Heard Of Me

Written by Blake Marlow

Blake Marlow: Guitar, Vocals
Matt Billings: Bass
Zach Ramsey: Drums
Ted Kindig: Piano

Recorded at the Trash Dog House in Cookeville TN, 2016

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Commander Keen - Yer Heart

Buddy

Dreaming of where I have never been,
Most of the places you can go,
I know a girl who stuck tacks in a globe. 
Her eyes betrayed an ancient soul, 
Once she said it was a voodoo doll,
She disappeared and rioters caved in the wall.
"I am older than I've ever been,
Younger than I'll ever be again,
God bless you all. "
The leader finished speaking and went to do some thinking alone,
 "You know I'd gladly kill just to die out in the streets of my home,"
Well, she knew they would probably lose, 
But a home ain't no place you can choose. 
Dreaming of what I have never seen, 
Your room from the apex of your bed,
I know a guy who drilled holes in his head. 
He said it was to let the spirits out,
And let the fresh air in, 
I said, "Fresh air, man, where have you been?"
He was older than I'd ever been,
Older than my mom or dad. 
When you get to that age you're bound to be mad. 
The city of Atlanta will swallow Alabama one day. 
The Apalachicola will flow into the mouth of LA. 
Well, a river ain't nothing to love,
Cause you know it's just flowing away. 
There are nights when I dream so hard,
I forget where I'm from. 
I know a girl who drilled holes in her tongue. 
Around the way they said she liked it rough, 
She told me that she liked the taste of lead,
She talked like the bottle, I know what bad bitch said. 
"I am older than I've ever been,
Younger than I'll ever be again,
We're too rich."

Economics

Some go to hell on the inside, 
And some never make it that far,
You just talk til the words lose their meanings,
And you can't even ask where you are. 
Well, it's true that your life will keep going,
After reruns and credits and such,
We've still got to eat when your story's over, 
It never seemed to mean that much. 
Some show their fear on the outside,
And some just become what they fear. 
You spend half your life dodging mirrors,
Until you haven't seen yourself in a year. 
Well, it's true that your nose will keep growing,
Even after you've come fully clean. 
Just close your ears, shut your eyes, and lay on your back,
Because a feeling is a sense so dense you can't unpack what it means.

Analivia

Wrapped from head to toe in her white lace, 
She called me from the sea,
"I can't go in, I won't go in, you're bound to bury me."
Well, I was listening to the radio, 
When I heard a sacred voice,
"There are dark places you must go, you do not have a choice."
Well, I was listening to the radio,
While my dear friends made love,
Their moans came and melted all of the snow,
I was drowning in the flood. 
Out like an ember that fell in the river, 
You drink too much and pass out in the yard. 
Feeling old and tender you go and surrender,
To the man who holds all the cards. 
I was always hoping to be second best,
This crown is too heavy to defend,
Blinded by the wool pulled over your eyes,
Cut from your own rear end. 
One day I'll have a beautiful smile,
Just like the gals on TV,
Cause foxes like me won the 21st century, 
Lions and lambs you are free. 
She cut the cards with snake veined hands, 
To tell me what they mean,
 Her arms were marred with black tattoos, 
From lands I'd never seen. 
In like a winter that fell in the spring, 
You're alive for a second time, 
Alive with the anger that seethes through the angels, 
They're turning his wrath into wine. 
I had always hoped that it would end this way, 
I was always too afraid to die. 
We'll just walk into heaven in robes of white denim, 
With fire in our eyes.

The Golden Orb Weaver

Blake Marlow