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Jailbird Blues Volume 1

by Caged Bird Sounds

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Fading away without you I never thought I could carry on in searching for a way back home That never was, that never was I’m sorry it took me so long It’s only fair that you chose to walk away I’m sorry I was a damaged son I lost you all in the wake of those awful days They say that “love never runs on time” But I hope you’ll be happy with your hours in the sun I’m sorry it took me so long Truth be told I loved you all, all along I’m sorry it took me so long Truth be told I miss you, I miss you all I’m sorry it took me so long It’s unfair that you came to fade away I’m sorry I was a damaged son I lost my voice in the wake of those fateful days They say “the darkest hour is right before the dawn” I hope you were happy surrounded by the people you adore I’m sorry it took me so long I hope you know I truly loved you, all along I’m sorry it took me so long I hope you know I miss you, I miss you so I’m glad the fire scorched with you The charcoal on the floors, and the smoke soon follows The scent of burnt flesh and burnt hearts a grey sky sets your final flight I’m glad how the wind still blows at the sand at my feet while the waves seem to sigh My pounding heart as we set out to sea I’ve never been so shaken with grief I’m glad the water took you in Swallowing the memories as your ashes sink Our hearts lay in tatters, tears in our eyes as your last song gently whispers I’m glad I came home that day November 25th, went by for the most of us A year on by and I’m still so so so sorry I’m sorry I never said that I love you, I love you so Forever escaping Memories in transient Our bodies lay hostage In the melody of love Forever undone Memories in eclipse Our bodies lay broken In the melody of loss In the melody of hope Step by step, I’ll find my way back to you Then step by step I’ll lose myself in you again
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Ando con un gato amarrado entre mis piernas pidiéndome auxilio a cada paso pero no se asombren no se asusten que soy como todos ustedes pierdo el tiempo, pensando en quienes me olvidaron se me acumulan los días festivos las navidades me parecen aburridas debo asegurarme que al cerrar la puerta no le romperé el dedo a nadie.
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Shrugging off disaster is now common practice. Scratching our heads with the answers at our feet. Tragedy wields impassivity wields complacency wields normalcy. Semi-automatic apathy. We’re just simply pulling the trigger. There’s no scapegoat. We’ve accepted that human life is disposable.
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like the turin shroud fails to fade it's good that we never met at the right time monsters dont lay under your bed but they dwell in your head and with the harsh realisation that life will never be the same again. you turn to yourself for an answer but no reply will be heard. monsters dont lie under your bed they dwell in your head monsters dont lie under your bed but they dwell in your head (cover yourself in doubt and heartache)
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I have become this empty shell since nothing is left of you anyway. Darkness has swept away but I still find myself at the bottom of a well. Broken and left with the taste of betrayal on my tongue. I find myself at a wuthering height, watching over me, trying not to fall down. As I'm seeing myself stuck in a routine of repeating the same mistake and now desperately trying to tell myself to just stop. Enacting lies on daily basis, forgetting what is right, what is wrong. Someone, someone, give me a heart that won't need beating I need to save me from myself I wish there was time to reacts
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I've got my .22, out, cocked, and ready for you cause mirrors never made me feel safe and I'm finally done with giving up on you the last straw was last night and the last time I ever want too it's time, I admit, I'm not safe from you self sabotage and segregation, out of self induced frustration unique, I know but it's true and I hate that too put back my .22 at the thought of losing for you cause I've been scared of ghosts and my advice to you, have another talk, with my bathroom cause the last time I thought of you, I tried too unique I know but it's true and the realization, is tough to chew I'll try another talk, with my bathroom cause the last time I tried, the desk told me not too and I know what I've said, is enough proof I'm not safe from you.
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He opens his eyes to the sound of snow melting, a tapping sound of water falling to the ground. The sun creates a halo above the trees and he recollects a jesus status he saw as a child. He lies there in the beauty of it all, trying to stay in that moment. Eventually he will feel the cold from the wet ground. Soon he will feel the rumbeling in his empty stomach. Before long he will have to swallow his pride and ask people for money, with his hand stretched out. But for now, he will just lie there, in the beauty of it all. Forgetting all the ugliness that life has thrown at him. Ignoring the glares from people walking by. Disdaining the pointing fingers from passive bystanders. Trying to dismiss the sore back that years on the ground has caused him. He just wants to lie there, in this moment, in the beauty of it all. He was a person once with hopes and dreams for the future. Now he can´t even remember who that person was anymore. He sits on the sidewalk, hand outstretched, an emptiness in his eyes. You walk on by but keep your eyes on the sky. You see him but you pretend that you don´t. You wish he wasn´t there but he is, and you see him. You know he is there but soon you´ll be in the safety of your home and you will have forgotten all about him. Outside he struggles with the cold hurting his limbs but that´s not your problem, that is the beauty of it all. That is the beauty of being privileged, that is the beauty of being you. Ignorance is bliss. It could have been you, it could have been me, in this moment, in the beauty of it all. In the beauty of it all.
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Walk the same mile everyday Barefoot in the dirt Ready to die, everyday until you die and then die and die again War has been declared was has begun war will never end Let the poor kill the poor Let the poor eat the poor
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It was such a tragic moment The loss of my best friend But I swear I’ve done my best To make you smile and keep you safe As your life became so awful, when your parents separated And your heart’s been torn apart, I was trying to be there I remember that cold winter day on December 1994 We were playing together in your basement, Like we’ve always done before And suddenly we heard your mother's cries in the living room Then your father slammed the door without turning back you knew that he would not be coming back In that moment, I didn’t get the meaning of her cries And the reason why he left but when I saw your face, I started to realize that soon you would move from this place And our friendship would never be the same That day I lost my friend That day you lost your family with that perfect happiness That day I felt so lonely because we’ll never meet again I know that every winter sadness still remains, and I’ll remember As the first snowflakes fall on our hometown That you and I used to be friends The good moments that we have spent We laughed, we cried, we hoped and dreamed But everything has to end up against our will We made a promise to ourselves that one day Our paths would cross again Two days later, When your mom packed the last few things from your house I saw you escaping from the window of this sinful home, I saw you running faster Like you didn’t want to miss a new departure The more that we love, no matter who we are We have to expect to destroy someone else
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Eyes filled with nothing more than dark thoughts. To blind my eyes and traumatize my mind. Hands torn, face disguised with lies. Face on the mirror, who should I be today? I don't know what I'm doing, or where I'm trying to go, and all I know is that I won't be missed. Me encantaría aprovechar de tu piel. Destruirme y ayúd ame a recordar que mi alma es todavía frágil como una flor Lo esto y intentando A enterrar pensamientos Mi cabeza dando vueltas pued es mantenerme constante Disregarded by many Ridiculed by the rest Head weighed down Thoughts in the gutter Stirs my gut and soul, that I still feel alone
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Sútil, se prende el fuego Un parpadear y todo es negro Mi inocencia se carboniza Este hogar está en ruinas ¿En qué pensabas cuando prendiste esa llama que acabó con un nosotros y nos dejó con este odio? Aún en mis heridas Se pueden ver cenizas
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i never bothered with trying to win you use your fists i use common sense i'll never be a part of the shit you're in you use your fists i use my common sense if i'm not your baby or your bro then are we enemies? is this how you determine my identity? fuck this i'd rather be nothing i'd rather be nothing i'd rather be nothing i'm happy to be nothing if it means more distance from some tool who has no common sense
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Från en solstol i trädgården är det svårt att förstå. Från däcket på en yacht är det svårt att förstå. Bakom ratten i en Audi är det svårt att förstå. Ovanför smutsen är det jävligt svårt att förstå. Elden är lös! Det är svårt att förstå! Revolt! Det är svårt att förstå: Att segregation föder frustration. Att bristen på mening drar ner din ambition. Att utanförskap släcker ut allt hopp. Känslan när din hudfärg alltid sätter stopp. Med fast jobb och villa är det svårt att förstå. Med vinglaset i hand är det svårt att förstå. Med stöttande föräldrar är det svårt att förstå. Med en framtid att riskera är det jävligt svårt att förstå. Elden är lös! Det är svårt att förstå! Revolt! Det är svårt att förstå: Att segregation föder frustration. Att bristen på mening drar ner din ambition. Att utanförskap släcker ut allt hopp. Känslan när din hudfärg alltid sätter stopp. Det är svårt att förstå, när en inte vågar förstå. Det är svårt att förstå, när en inte vill förstå. Det är svårt att förstå, när en inte vågar förstå. Revolt - Elden är lös! Det är svårt att förstå, när en inte vill förstå. Revolt – Elden är lös!
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E se dovessi ricominciare da zero? E se dovessi cancellare tutto? Potrò ancora dire "ho ancora i miei amici, i miei dischi, i biglietti del treno"? Per quanto tempo potrò avere la mente piena di ciminiere e vecchi palazzi prima che il suo sguardo incendiario faccia piazza pulita dei miei ricordi, e quante luci dovrò accendere, in quanti vetri specchiarmi prima che anche questo posto mi sia familiare? Ma ci vuole più tempo per nasconder le cose che non vanno più bene che per trovarne di nuove. Ogni notte, spenta la luce, non resta che il peso del sarcasmo in cui annego, come se tu e tutti gli altri fossero solo dei nomi scritti su un braccio. E ogni mattina almeno per un attimo quel peso è un ricordo lontano, e se questo attimo diventasse un giorno, se ogni giorno fosse lungo un anno forse sarebbe ancora come quando l'unica preoccupazione era non scivolare sul ghiaccio, ricordarsi le chiavi e i vestiti pesanti. Qualcosa che avrei dovuto scrivere da qualche parte, nel momento giusto: se la lancetta si fosse fermata nel punto tra l'undici e il dodici sarei stato contento così. Ma il tempo è passato in fretta e se dovessi cancellare tutto, proverei quantomeno a tenere questi biglietti sbiaditi dei treni, tutti scaduti da anni. Fingerei che valgono ancora, che non prenderei una multa, che al capolinea ci sia qualcuno in piedi ad aspettarmi, incurante del freddo e dei ritardi. --- SOMEWHERE, AT THE RIGHT TIME What if I had to start from scratch? What if I had to erase everything? Will I still be able to say "I still have my friends, my records, these train tickets"? For how long will I be able to keep my mind full of chimneys and old buildings before their incendiary eyes will sweep away all of my memories, and how many lights will I have to turn on, in how many glasses will I have to see my reflection, before this place will become familiar too? But it takes more to hide things that are no longer good than finding new ones. Every night, when the light is turned off, nothing remains but the burden of the sarcasm in which I drown, as if you and everyone else were all just names written over an arm. And every morning, even if just for a moment, that burden is a distant memory, and if this moment could become a day, if every day was a year long, maybe it would still be the same as when the only concern was not to slip on the ice and not forgetting the keys and the warm clothes. Something I should have written somewhere, at the right time: if the clock had stopped right between eleven and twelve I would have been happy with it. But time went fast and if I had to erase everything I would at least try and keep these faded train tickets, all expired years ago. I'd pretend that they're still valid, that I wouldn't get a fine, that at the last stop there would be someone waiting for me, regardless of the cold and of the delays.
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It's time that my heart's atrophied and I don't mean to disappear But things have been disillusioned and I've seen the cavity A chest like an empty vessel To show there's nothing there for me Maybe I'll stick around I guess I like the suffering and the sullen state it brings.
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Es ist 3 Uhr nachts, ich kann nicht schlafen Gedanken plagen meinen Kopf. Ich denk an dich, was mit dir war, Und an all die Dinge die wir uns geschworen haben. Der Raum ist leer und von Dunkelheit erfüllt Kann nicht sprechen, kann nicht atmen, kann nicht sein. Denn jede Nacht seitdem du nicht mehr bist scheint im nichts verflossen zu sein. Zwischen all den Feldern in denen nichts als Unkraut gedeiht. Wächst eine Blume und ich zog an ihr bis die Wurzeln nachgaben Nun habe ich gefunden, was ich schon solange vermisst habe Aber ich weiß sag mir es ist falsch ich sag mir es ist falsch wir sind an einem Punkt angekommen an dem wir nicht mehr zurück können an dem es auch kein Neubeginn gibt. Nur deinetwegen Konnte ich so lange nicht einschlafen Und wenn, dann träumte ich davon, im Meer zu ertrinken, nach der Küste sehend, wo ich mich ausruhen kann nach der Küste sehend, wo ich mich ausruhen kann
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A boot stamping on a face sets the scene for reality openly obscene Taught not to question the roles we are granted quelling urges of thoughts any grander But I guess that it's hard to see the horizon of a sullied sea when ocean's stirred and the current wrecks and shallow waters cover necks A manufactured permanent consent A vision in two definitions Did Fuller's Spaceship Earth crash and burn? Was Imagine just a song? Can currents change their paths? Withered voices given strength After being kept at length - For tacit credence cause the end - And only then may we ascend Only reaching far behind leads to rigid state of mind It's never-questioned validity borders on morbidity So don't look back but fix your eyes towards wherever change may lie A vision reborn is means to end But as of now we just pretend
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They do not realize They do not realize They got fear in their eyes They got fear in their eyes Trying to live as fast As my head allows me to, I know I should sleep and so should you This wont end well cus my Lack of will to see solutions Makes my body fear conclutions Help me, somebody to Waste my time on something else than Trying to keep up my health Help me, somebody to Gather faith and gather hope This so called life rolls down the slope We are to anxious to believe It is too hard for us to see X2 Now calm down Calm down X2 I’ve been waiting for this I’ve been waiting for this I’ve been waiting for this for all my life (Why can’t I, why can’t I, why can’t I compromise?)
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[Смерть Прометея] Слишком холодно стало здесь. Разорвав полог из звезд стать счастливее, но не здесь; получить все ответы. Мы на земле, солнце в руках не освещает дорогу во тьме. Рассвет пробирает до костей, выжигает наши души дотла. Кем мы станем на заре? Кем мы станем когда последний пророк умрет? Ветром или пеплом? [Death of the Prometheus] It became too cold in here. Worming through the canopy made of stars, becoming happier but not in here, getting all the answers. We are on the ground, the sun in our hands cannot illuminate the path in the darkness. The dawn is chilling to the bone, burns our souls to dust. Who will we become at the reveille? Who will we become when the last prophet passes away? The wind or the ashes?
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Led by our imaginations, there was never a set destination. We etched our names into concrete, forever cementing a part of our identities. I sometimes reminisce about the past, when creativity was within our fingertips. Do you? With unknown intentions, they came at our throats to ring out our voices. We’ve been stripped of the colors that once made us shine. They have molded us to live black and white lives.
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