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Curbside Panic Attack
03:26
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I was sitting on the curb
Thick aired night
Trying to hunt down my own breath
Buzzing lights
I was insecure, I was on the run
I was in my head, you were on my mind
I fell into it, I was broken for good
I couldn’t care if anything rhymed again
I wanna see the world some more
Dead leaves pass
I think I gotta quit my job
Shattered glass
I was insecure, I was on the run
I was in my head, you were on my mind
I fell into it, I was broken for good
I couldn’t care if anything rhymed again
My friends deserve more than this
Screeching breaks
I’m fortunate and I should feel that way
Breath in take
I was insecure, I was on the run
I was in my head, you were on my mind
I fell into it, I was broken for good
I couldn’t care if anything rhymed again
Silent auditoriums
Stirring laps around the block
Sneaking pass the hallway
Trying to avoid any talks
Leaning drunk against the house
In a daze outside
Getting in my head and overwhelmed
With myself as a child
I was in my head
I was insecure, I was on the run
I was in my head, you were on my mind
I fell into it, I was broken for good
I couldn’t care if anything rhymed again
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2. |
Still Up Late
02:51
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I’m still up late
I hope you’ve stayed the same
I look up out
The window for an hour
For our love
I’d hold our sleep
I’d hope you’d never leave
I wake up cold
Together all alone
Alone. All Alone
Whenever I’m awake
You’ll Never be the same
My eyes fall shut
I’d wait for hours because
You’re worth the while
I dream of you sometimes
Times. You sometimes
But whenever I’m awake
You’ll never be the same
As the dreams grow tired
They just become old reminders
As the dreams grow tired
They just become old reminders
I wake up fate
My dreams are yours to take
I close my eyes
I wake up just in time
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3. |
Theo
03:31
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Well I got a new apartment
It’s lit up to the brim
I found love with an angel
Who’s been living off of sin
Have you seen the sketch I sent to you
Since then I’ve been away
I’ve been up and down the country
Since our father hit the grave
I suppose you saw the
Letters I wrote inscribed to
Oh, Theo
Theo, Theo.
It’s time you wrote
Theo, Theo
It’s been a harsh and thoughtful summer
But my mind is waring thin
I feel the light has cast foreshadows
Of darker stages flooding in
And there’s time where my age makes me sad
From lack of love and what I earn
But I’ll become less of a burden
And you’ll be proud to share my worth
I suppose you saw the
Letters I wrote inscribed to
Oh, Theo
Theo, Theo
It’s time you wrote
Theo, Theo
Like winter comes for autumn
This illness comes for me
But I trade it fields and stars
And all the colours in between
I won’t forget your patience
But will they remember me?
‘Cause my loneliness keeps asking if it’s worth the suffering
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Tried to catch a glimpse
A sort of sign a form of hint
A sight of what I’ve seen
Despite of what’s become a dream
It’s been some broken years since
Oh the slow decline of us
But now that I’ve looked up
I’ve only noticed that for some
It falls easy. Worth the fatal crash
I was finding signs that love wouldn’t take me back
Fading’s easy. Worlds afraid to last
I was finding signs that love wouldn’t take me back
Photographs of it
Plastered up on everything
“Have you seen this life?”
Has it faded from your eyes?
Been some sheltered years since
All the damage left of us
Am I unworthy of
What everyone has found cause
Love, It falls easy
Worth a fatal crash
I was finding signs that love wouldn’t take me back
Fading’s easy
Worlds afraid to last
I was finding signs that love wouldn’t take me back
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6. |
Interlude: Quiet Cars
01:59
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7. |
Honestly, Fuck You
03:40
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Honestly, fuck you I’m tired
And I wanna go home
Just give me a shower to lie down in
And take hold of my phone
Got your call on a rainy day
Just by chance, I guess it usually rains there
My world didn’t end but the sky was slowly falling down
I stepped out from the liquor store
Woke up on the bedroom floor
I’m not being dramatic just on tour there’s not much room for us all
Honestly, fuck you I’m tired
And I wanna go home
Just give me a shower to lie down in
And take hold of my phone
Honestly, thank you for trying
Although your pep talk won’t work
I just need to gather all my memories
And burn ones that hurt
Couldn’t sleep for a couple days
Sang sad songs on every stage
I was drunk spinning out but my band members forgive me now
I was sun shining through the clouds
Just a pleasure to be around
I love being sarcastic just on tour there’s not much room for it all
Honestly, fuck you I’m tired
And I wanna go home
Just give me a shower to lie down in
And take hold of my phone
Honestly, thank you for trying
Although your podcast is shit
I just need to catalogue my memories
And burn ones like this
Honestly, thank you for trying
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8. |
Impossibly Incredibly
03:45
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I’m impossibly incredibly alone
I’m an ocean width away
I’m the last echo
I’m six feet below my own shadow
I’m impossibly incredibly alone
I won’t endlessly entirely unfold
I’ve committed to a doubt that I won’t feel whole
What if I lost all control
Filled impossibly incredibly with hope?
What if I lost all control
Filled impossibly incredibly with hope?
I’m six feet below my own shadow
Filled impossibly incredibly with hope
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I asked a crow to go get some help
And nothing but air came back to me
Some silver was streaked into the sky
And we were in hell comparatively
Like a weight to the ground
And sights to the clouds
Resembling how it feels like
I’m just passing by
Like I’m just passing by
Like it’s all passing by
Like we’re all passing by
When I was young I had a crush
on a girl who then passed away
I never wanted to tell anyone
I thought that it’s noise would start to fade
And now I think of this and the short lives lived
And the echoes we all leave behind
That all come passing by
That all come passing by
Like it’s all passing by
Like it’s all passing by
Tossed in a dream and caught in between
The past and your bad predictions
When I look at what I’ve done
And what I thought I’d become
All I see is distance
Cause I see these streams of possibilities
And they all string across my sight
But then keep passing by
And they keep passing by
Like it’s all passing by
And it’s all passing by
And its all passing by
Like we're all passing by
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11. |
You'd Like to Believe
03:15
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Nothing’s making sound there’s a wait on your tongue
Exhaling all your problems with smoke in your lungs
And your body’s always tired like it’s just waking up
And you think you lost some pieces cause there’s never
There’s never enough
Nothing’s going wrong but something’s deep in your chest
As you try to float your thoughts with every sinking breath
And everybody’s saying that you’re not quite yourself
You don’t seem to be a stranger
But you’ve got thoughts like someone else
It was anything you said to me
Or the lies I told about lack of sleep
It wasn’t just the day or a long work week
Or any other cause you’d like to believe
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12. |
Paragraphs
03:32
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And the clouds may shift and fade
But not even you can change or take the skies
As much as I think you deserve the whole thing
It will always be there for our sights
New works and words will always be made that
Not even you can keep hidden
And even if I knew they were all about you
All these meanings and feelings are living
All the birds will fly like they always do
All the resting suns will light the nightly moon
I will always carry all that we’ve been through
And other paragraphs worth of words for you
There’s this current that sweeps through you
Secret rivers and oceans we’ve made
But as tides will change and others will fade
There’s this force of you that remains
All the birds will fly like they always do
All the resting suns will light the nightly moon
I will always carry all that we’ve been through
And other paragraphs worth of words for you
The stones, the ink, the stanzas and breaks
The breeze the shine, the phrases and page
The thought, the smile, the current and tide the dark
The clouds, the glint off your eye
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13. |
Interlude: Morality Play
00:48
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Spiralling lows
Fragile homes
Promised words
Freedoms bound
Investments down
A family curse
And the bottom it feels like it’s lower
And the light from the air seems to fade
Saving grace
Silver rays
I hear you say
“Tell me what you want, tell me what you’ve got
Are you looking for love? Are you looking for god?
Tell me what you want, tell me what you’ve got
Are you looking for love? Are you looking for god?
‘Cause, we’ve got it.”
Blatant thoughts
Direction Lost
A few shared beliefs
History learned
Bridges burned
Falling out of reach
And the distance from you keeps on growing
Any breath full of truth feels retrained
Shifting blame
Swinging States
I hear you say
“Tell me what you want, tell me what you’ve got
Are you looking for love? Are you looking for god?
Tell me what you want, tell me what you’ve got
Are you looking for love? Are you looking for god?
‘Cause, we’ve got it.”
When everything’s uncertain and even bottom falls apart
I hear a voice that’s like a light that saying
“Tell me what you want”
I need money
I need breaks
I need this hole out of myself
I need peace or just a piece of a little heaven in my hell
When everything’s unfolding and our morals don’t relate
I’ve learned to take what I can get
And taught to turn the other way
I need love
I need a sec
I need to figure this all out
I need purpose to believe in and I need it right now
“Tell me what you want, tell me what you’ve got
Are you looking for love? Are you looking for god?
Tell me what you want, tell me what you’ve got
Are you looking for love? Are you looking for god?
Oh, God
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16. |
Critics (Fifty Bucks)
04:12
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Tired, broken, bruised
Just a a little overwhelmed
Trying to make it through
Bit of help?
Words will mean nothing
Till their coming out of someone like you
If I don’t hate what I’m saying
By the time I’ve kept playing them through
I don’t know why I would start this
When I don’t know where I’ll finish
And I read once
Not everybody’s an artist
But everyone’s a goddamn critic
I’m tired, broken, bruised
Took a couple hours and years
Just to get here today
And I’m humbled by the chance to play
You never know who will hear
But are you hearing yourself?
You wanna live it for free
You wanna feel what I felt
I don’t know why I would start this when
I don’t know where I’ll finish not everybody’s an artist
But everyone’s a goddamn critic I’m tired, broken, and bruised
Is all that work worth this much?
I’ll have to take your word for it and take the fifty bucks
Is all that work worth this much?
I’ll have to take your word for it and take the fifty bucks
Give me the fifty bucks
Am I worth enough?
Am I worth your love?
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17. |
The Equivalent
03:28
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What’s the equivalent of holding my hair back?
Cause it feels like you got this thing covered
When I’m so sick of shit seeming bad
You said if you ever did heroin that’s the song you’d do to
But don’t tell
What’s the equivalent of two things paired perfectly well
Oooooh, oooooh
What’s the equivalent of plummeting head first
Cause it feels like that something so careless could one worth
Getting so hurt you asked
What were the chances and what kinda luck did it take
To have met?
What’s the equivalent of placing it all on red?
Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh
And what’s so similar about sinking in water?
Cause it feels like something so wholesome is just holding me under
And I’ve been waiting to dive in
To be swallowed and lost, and gone
What’s the equivalent of holding your breath too long?
Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh
What’s the equivalent of holding my hair back?
Cause it feels like you got this thing covered
When I’m so sick of shit seeming bad
You said if you ever did heroin that’s the song you’d do to
But don’t tell
What’s the equivalent of two things paired perfectly well
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18. |
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Ten Kills the Pack Toronto, Ontario
Songwriter Sean Sroka has made his mark in recent years by blending together literate, poetic
observances and
incisive musings on the human condition with cunningly composed songcraft and instrumentation. By expertly weaving together universal themes with razor sharp songwriting and layered organic sounds, Sroka has established Ten Kills The Pack as one of modern folk music’s leading voices.
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