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Every Day
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Every Day
Words and Music by G.Hoskins
The spirits moved his feet
To the music that they played
And they wouldn't let him hear it
And they wouldn't let him stray
From the path they set before him,
From the set list that they made;
It would confuse him if he knew it,
They could use him more this way.
And he said, How...did I get this way?
Well, the angels really loved him,
The devils loved him, too.
On a slow night he was lots of fun,
He wasn't Job but he would do.
And they loved how he was empty,
And the shapes he'd bend in to
And how beautifully his heart ached,
And he could do it all on cue.
He’d say, Whoa, how...did I get this way?
When every day, every day, every day,
I chose to stay.
He had his head shoved so far up his ass
He could see his heart beat.
And a pile of laundry in the basement
So high
That he needed
A Sherpa guide
Just to look at it.
It's the discipline of housework;
The paying of the bills;
The taxi-ing of children;
And all the things that kill.
And he said, How...did I get this way?
When every day, every day, every day...
I chose to stay.
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In The Fashion of the Broken Hearted
Words and Music by G.Hoskins
We met as old friends
In the spiral
We came to check on our chances of survival
The talk was tender
Though slightly guarded
In the fashion of the broken hearted.
There should be as many words for love
As the Inuit have for snow
Then I wouldn't have to struggle here
On the edge of Lake Ontario.
Here's the strange thing,
Here's the weird thing;
We were never ever lovers.
But, O, the waters, the deep waters
That we charted
In the fashion of the broken hearted
There should be...
Will we finish what we started ?
See how we lingered when we parted?
I wondered if the healing had begun.
Yes, I wondered if the healing had begun.
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Black Flakes of Memory
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Black Flakes of Memory
Words and Music by G.Hoskins
Some men admit to mistakes they never made
So that they might look humble.
And other men never cop to nothing ever
I sit somewhere in the middle.
Let me answer the charges against me
Let this verse be my redemption
I am innocent, don’t you see
How all creation bends its’ knee to me?
For I am the king,
I am the king of good intentions.
Black flakes of memory fall and
I am dancing between them.
No more talk of mystical connections.
No more talk of souls.
No more talk of our spiritual affections,
I am done with that. I am done.
I dreamed that I saw you painting my picture,
You were using razor blades.
Me, I am dreaming of tornadoes and twisters,
I am dreaming of tidal waves.
Black flakes of memory fall...
I never stole no one’s dreams
Or took anybody's pain lightly.
And I never ever asked no one, no where
To burn, ever burn less brightly.
Still these black flakes of memory fall...
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Real Beauty Aches
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Real Beauty Aches
Words and Music by G.Hoskins
Everybody knows that new love is easy
Everybody knows it takes no skill to fall
Everybody knows that the trick is to stay
When you keep hitting walls.
Every star, we've learned,
Takes an explosion to burn
Make no mistake
Real beauty aches.
Everybody knows confusion is a doorway
To a vision that is clear
Everybody knows that courage is found
In the arms of fear.
Every star, we've learned,
Takes an explosion to burn
Make no mistake
Real beauty aches.
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Carry Me
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Carry Me
Words and Music by G.Hoskins
My appetite is swollen
For a solitary truth
But all the answers have been stolen
And the thief is on the loose
All my roads have evaporated
All my dreams have been shot to hell
When the rains come and the rivers swell
You'll hear me singing...
Carry me, carry me
All I've ever wanted was someone
To carry me.
I can feed the hunger in a dozen ways
Fill the hole with a thousand cigarettes
Get lost in the promise of porn and yet
The hunger still remains.
I need a home when I am drifting
I need an anchor when my soul is shifting
I need to know that it's
Angels that are lifting me,
C’mon, carry me.
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Old Desires
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Old Desires (Can Be Murder)
Words and Music G. Hoskins
The vision comes to me, of my first true love
Like a ribbon on the wind
It leads me to desire I long let go of
Ah, but here they are again.
What is it here that calls to me
Across so many years
Must be more than just memory
To hold me in this way.
Old desires, familiar fire
Burning bright as the day that it was lit
These old desires can be murder
Burning bright, burning bright.
On and on and on
In the cool of the basement
Trembling under me
First time, first touch, first taste
O, the mystery of old desires...
Old desires, familiar fire
Burning bright as the day that it was lit
These old desires can be murder
Burning bright, burning bright...
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Some Mother's Arms
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Do What You Want
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Do What You Want
Words and Music by G. Hoskins
You may think
You're a sinner in saints' clothes
You may think
You're the shadow the light throws
Blind to the beauty
That through your body flows.
Do what you want
Do what you want
Love yourself, love yourself or not.
Half way 'cross the dessert
You want to turn around
Half way 'cross the river
It'd be so easy now to drown
And you would not sell your burden
For a kingdom and a crown.
Do what you want...
Now, I can fill an arena
With 10,000 people maybe more
All calling out your name
Praises spilling on the floor
We can walk you up to heaven
But we can't push you through the door.
Do what you want.
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It's Always Something
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Every Day
Words and Music by G.Hoskins
Well...
The spirits moved his feet
To the music that they played
And they wouldn't let him hear it
And they wouldn't let him stray
From the path they set before him,
From the set list that they made;
It would confuse him if he knew it,
They could use him more this way.
And he said, How...did I get this way?
Well, the angels really loved him,
The devils loved him, too.
On a slow night he was lots of fun,
He wasn't Job but he would do.
And they loved how he was empty,
And the shapes he'd bend in to
And how beautifully his heart ached,
And he could do it all on cue.
He’d say, Whoa, how...did I get this way?
When every day, every day, every day,
I chose to stay.
He had his head shoved so far up his ass
He could see his heart beat.
And a pile of laundry in the basement
So high
That he needed
A Sherpa guide
Just to look at it.
It's the discipline of housework;
The paying of the bills;
The taxi-ing of children;
And all the things that kill.
And he said, How...did I get this way?
When every day, every day, every day...
I chose to stay.
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