1. |
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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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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