While you'll never fly, for ten thousand bucks they can sew on wings, they can make you look like an angel, but you're a goddamn crook who struck gold on Christie Street / but I only knew what I'd read 'til then, and it all made you sound like a safe bet, and I made you smile, and you gave me chills, and I honestly believed that you'd draw your sword and you'd make it right, but without the darkness there'd be no light / I jumped the gun and you jumped ship it seems / I'm alone tonight let there be light / Well, I failed again, singin' 'c'est la vie' / I got too drunk, Maya took my keys / I thought of you sitting next to me in my car on Amboy Ave / As I puked I tried to justify how you sold me out to light up the sky / It's a bittersweet headache every time but for now it's all I have / I know deep down there's a part of me that can turn the lights on at Christie Street / We're so good at being lonely / I'm alone tonight let there be light / The stars stay in the sky but look less bright under streetlights / Time, rhymes, and skeleton keys will either lock me up or set me free / Sing it back at me and maybe I'll believe that some of it is true / I'm alone tonight let there be light / Are you alone tonight? / Let there be light

Plight of the Secret Cynic

Christie Street [ft. Brittany Sjaastad]

/ There’s been a mistake / It seems I woke up right where I fell asleep, not sailing on the bright perspective I was promised by the sea / I’m alarmed at the rate at which I’ve been going through smokes as of late / This is no way to live / This can’t be what we were born for / We’re not getting any younger / It feels like we’re dead men walking / It’s a dark, dreary spell that I’m under / Breathe, sweetheart, breathe / You’re stronger than you know / You can slow the world down / In and out now / Just let it go / It can’t be / Letters swim around the page now / They form words, but too late, by then you’re gone / Won’t henceforth trust the sun to come up in the east like it always has / It can’t be / I don’t wanna believe / This is no way to live / Breathe, sweetheart, breathe / You’re stronger than you know / You can slow the world down / In and out now, sweetheart / The sky looks so pretty, how it must curse this shitty city it forever hides from the hot sun / I wanna be tough / I want to not give a fuck / I want to be cold and heartless, but it’ll always break my heart when the dogs cry, anyway / Breathe, sweetheart, breathe / You’re stronger than you know / You can slow the world down / In and out now / Just let it go / Breathe, sweetheart, breathe / You’re stronger than you know / You can slow the world down / In and out now, sweetheart / This can’t be what we were born for / We’re not getting any younger / It feels like we’re dead men walking / It’s a dark, dreary spell that I’m under / I’m asking you please to just breathe now, in the name of Amy Winehouse and all that’s unholy / breathe, sweetheart, breathe /

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This Is What Scientologists Actually Believe

Breathe, Sweetheart (Nervous Wreck Anthem)

Hey, hey / Throw a [2] my way / Void my mistakes, void my mistakes / So long / The gloom, the impending doom, and the motel room / The motel room / Be gone / So long / In my car, a silhouette sits alone in the dark / Half-hearted wave, a smile, the doors unlock / No turning back now, let's see what your last [3] cards are / (Have\a\good\night\sweetheart\or\you\know\don't) / Hey, now / Throw me a [10] down / Start a new round / Start a new round / Someone / How low- how low can you go? / What a shit show / What a shit show / What fun / Anyone? / In my car, a silhouette sits alone in the dark / Half-hearted wave, a smile, the doors unlock / No turning back now, let's see what your last [3] cards are / In the dark / No constellations written in the stars / And every time I've said "goodbye" so far, I've done so sincerely / Let's see what my next [3] cards are /  What a low / What twisted, desperate things we resort to, and I just fuel it- gas can to the fire / (not\in\the\dark\or\in\the\stars\or\at\the\bar\or\in\your\last\[3]\cards) / Hey, hey / Throw a [2] my way / Void my mistakes / Void my mistakes / Hey, now / Throw me a [10] down / Start a new round / Start a new round / In my car, a silhouette sits alone in the dark / Half-hearted wave, a smile, the doors unlock / No turning back now, let's see what your last [3] cards are / In the dark / No constellations written in the stars / And every time I've said "goodbye" so far, I've done so sincerely / What are my next [3]- / What are my last [3] cards?

Palace - Single

Palace

Boards on all the windows / Chairs against the doors / What luck, no firewood required, we've got hardwood floors / 'Cause nothing here changes, and I've had enough of it / I'm busting out / Leaving purgatory, and the stairs only go down / I'll turn this house to a candlewick, Honey, how's that for a magic trick? / You're so hot that it's newsworthy tonight / The role of a misfit longing for rainy weather / The audience cried but I think I wore it better / The angel says, "you can still turn back my child, and stars will align, and it could all work itself out now," / But that coin's got two sides, and there's a devil on my other shoulder, and he's got some good points / Is it me or did it just get colder? /  I'll turn this house to a candlewick, Honey, how's that for a magic trick? / You're so hot that it's newsworthy tonight / Someone get Frances to costume / Scream all you want they can't hear you / Shut your eyes ,and say "goodbye," and we'll shine bright like the night sky I'll turn this house to a candlewick, Honey, how's that for a magic trick? / I mopped the floor with gasoline, so one last time let me hear you scream / I took one for the team today when I turned to ash the mess we made, and we're- \ [F-I-R-E] \ dead now- \ [F-I-R-E] \ and forever we're on fire

Kill Your Roommates (F-I-R-E)

Oh, let them spew their logic / I’ll twist their words around / Nothing but sorry saps in the eyes of the prophet now / Deliciously ironic- I’ll never be set straight / I’m not a martyr or a poet, I’m just bait / Is it true the dreamers went extinct? / Am I better off calling it quits? / I do my best not to set my doubts free, but they’ll always be a part of me / A future bright like fire / Skyscrapers painted chrome / A house in Hackensack but still no place that feels like home / They dressed me in a white robe, put flowers in my hair / They wanted me to fuel the false hope in the air / Is it true the dreamers went extinct? / Am I better off calling it quits? / I do my best not to set my doubts free, but they’ll always be a part of me / Do I dig for a fortune or shovel sand at the tide? / Was I told to dig for fake gold that was never meant to be mine? / Is it true the dreamers went extinct? / Am I better off calling it quits? / I do my best not to set my doubts free, but they’ll always be a part of me

I'm Not The Reincarnation Of L. Ron Hubbard

You have to understand- it so bordered on reality, and I was in no position to resist those beliefs / I fell subject to that self-fulfilling prophecy, and then begged it to keep me fooled / You have to understand- I don't understand it myself, you see, but still, I've always had a soft spot for some controversy / Besides, no one wants to read about the history of men who followed the rules / It could be I've found the exception, nothing less than cause for a heart attack, but I think I just fall in love with anyone who I don't think will love me back / Wait- I think I've been here before / You remind me of someone I knew once / You have to understand, my friend, I knew the whole time I should ignore the needle on the compass, which persistently pointed north towards the same things that I'd ditched a thousand times before- oh God, I'd have won that bet / You have to understand, I bit my tongue 'til I was out of time, and though it's further in the past each time I sing that line, the plight of all us secret cynics forcing words to rhyme is that we never do forget / I'm not so sure I made the right call / Tear down this wall, and yet ironically, it's only after I get there that you might care, and what good is that to me? / Wait- I think I've been here before / You remind me of someone I knew once / Wait- it all feels so familiar, and I think I should go, and you remind me of someone I knew once / I showed up at the bar with a trick deck of cards, but it backfired and you made a spade of my heart / An opportunity to practice escape art tonight / Saying last goodbyes / Singin' "oh no!" / The end of false hope, weighing anchors at the pier / The end of an era / What was I doing here? / For my last trick I promise to disappear tonight / Saying last goodbyes / Wait- I think I've been here before / You remind me of someone I knew once / Wait- it all feels so familiar, and I think I should go, and you remind me of someone I knew once

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