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Trouble Am I
02:35
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Trouble Am I- Music & Lyrics by Joe Skager
and Jordan Stevens
Trouble you sought. Trouble you got.
Trouble am I.
Trouble you need. Trouble is easy.
Trouble is me.
Sorrow came like a wave. Blue in its darkest shade.
Sorrow to the grave.
Sorrow awakes the ghost. White spirits in my home.
Sorrow, at least I’m not alone.
Trouble you speak. Trouble an antique.
Trouble resold.
Trouble you love. Trouble I solve.
Trouble no more
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I'm Alright
04:30
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I’m Alright - Music & Lyrics by Joe Skager
Subtle and sweet, you've got the poor boy on his knees.
Another beggar, that's what I won't beg to be.
I thought I caught you once. You're clever as you are young,
but I keep trying to cage your love like you're an animal.
My brothers and sisters (they say I'm alright) is that a hint of deception?
My mother and father (they say I'm alright) Am I a fool to think otherwise?
I'm getting old. Where does the time go?
I feel like I've stepped into a portal.
Stepped out 21 years old. I am not much to behold.
My high standards are bold, while my eye wanders for gold.
My brothers and sisters (they say I'm alright) is that a hint of deception?
My mother and father (they say I'm alright) Am I a fool to think otherwise?
I’m a helpless wrecking ball, but I don’t mean to hurt a soul.
It's over and ended the same. It's your love that couldn't be tamed.
It's on to a new city and into a picture frame.
Shame shame. I’m better at this or at least I'll entertain the thought.
Then write it all off as I knew you'd never remain.
I'm a helpless wrecking ball.
I enjoy the height of the fall and the depth of the hole,
but I don't mean to hurt a soul.
Brothers, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers.
We are all right.
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Charity
03:04
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Charity - Music & Lyrics by Joe Skager
I forgot about charity. I have too many possessions,
like I've been possessed by bad intention.
Oh the fraud of selfishness and greed.
Gold and silver shine but only when she's mine.
So I buried her jewelry.
I’m feeling it all at once; I feel the faith lost with every dollar.
So why don’t you go be a good little girl
and steal money from your father?
I found her digging in the yard and told her leave it alone.
The human form, a human norm. The need for cash and coin.
We won’t settle our greed until we sleep
atop heaps upon heaps of golden bars.
I forgot about charity. I am condemning my every purpose
and deeming the lesser worthless. Who am I to beg and plead?
Should I maim the king or restore his royalty?
We’re stabbing backs to get closer to the Queen.
I’m feeling it all at once; I feel the faith lost with every dollar.
So why don’t you go be a good little girl
and steal money from your father?
I found her digging in the yard.
She’d be better off sifting creeks for fool’s gold.
The human form, a human norm. The need for cash and coin.
We won’t settle our greed until we sleep
atop heaps upon heaps of golden bars.
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Mourning's Mine
04:43
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Mourning’s Mine - Music & Lyrics by Joe Skager
I sat beside my brother and hot candle light.
Flickering beacons light the hallways of our house;
passing light into rooms, casting shadows grim and gloom.
I sat beside my brother and the cowering dog.
Rolling thunder hanging over the yard.
As branches turn to broken arms,
I felt the shaking Earth leave worms to churn.
The storm shook the Earth so strong,
it tipped the house and blew the candles out.
He left me idle in the dark.
Even in my darkest hour. (Let the storm calm my nerves).
I won’t let the sweet turn sour. (Wait it out until the morning).
Even in my darkest days. (Let the storm calm my nerves).
I will still be listening and learning.
Even in my darkest days, I will still be listening.
I stagger like the undead with a blackened brain.
With a conscience so obnoxious I start over and over again.
So not to permit regret and not to omit success.
He left me idle in the dark.
Even in my darkest hour. (Let the storm calm my nerves).
I won’t let the sweet turn sour. (Wait it out until the morning).
Even in my darkest days. (Let the storm calm my nerves).
I will still be listening and learning.
Even in my darkest days, I will still be listening.
I’m working it out. I’m finding my figure.
Beneath rubble I have doubt.
Goose bumps precede the shiver.
I thought you had left me.
I’m making light of the subject,
while making light from striking flint.
I making life without regret.
I’m making life with a conscience.
I left my fears in the basement.
Flickering beacons light the hallways of our house;
passing light into rooms, casting shadows grim and gloom.
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Developing a Treaty
04:16
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Developing a Treaty - Music & Lyrics by Joe Skager and Dan Albert
Developing a treaty between myself and I.
Divising a blueprint bonding my heart and mind.
Connecting vital organs so my body won’t divide.
And my brain will surrender to you, because I told it to.
I tear myself apart. I tear my seams apart. I’m waiting for you to come sew me up.
You know love treats me right, regardless of the giver but I’d rather you say I was enough.
Because I am sick of all these voices saying you’re never going to be enough.
I am sick of all these voices saying you’re never going to be enough.
I’m calling all resistance to stop me in my tracks,
yet I don’t listen to reason because the chance I won’t win back.
Connecting both our bodys so our voices will collide.
A melody so brilliant we can’t help but shield our eyes.
I tear myself apart. I tear my seams apart. I’m waiting for you to come sew me up.
You know love treats me right, regardless of the giver but I’d rather you say I was enough.
Because I am sick of all these voices saying you’re never going to be enough.
I am sick of all these voices saying you’re never going to be enough.
I tear myself apart, I tear my seams apart.
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