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Guns
05:53
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It started with a gunfight over who was wrong and who was right when their anthem started fading out.
I was a young boy back then, no taller than my innocence.
We dug our own graves and filled them up with each day because death is a marvelous thing; that is of course, until our own.
That makes me tongue tied.
I guess I'm learning just fine.
And all the while the world twirls at 10-speed snapping visions of the things we'll never see.
Everyone gets lonely and some are far too gone to capture all the colors in the street.
I've grown with heathens mama.
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Robbers
03:28
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Turn away, hide your face.
Oh masquerade.
Play the game, choose your name.
Know every grin.
I am, he is.
We are shot to hell and back again.
Robbers scheme waiting for the moon to gleam.
I am more than a man.
Who let you go?
You let yourself go.
So you say you stole from me, well what exactly did you steal?
I've still got that heart and it turns on a wheel but you got cold.
Now you're trying to reason the only reason to give up and fold.
But there's nothing.
It was all in good taste, only partially pretend.
It was innocent first, until you tried it again.
Now you can't even look at yourself in the mirror because every grin ends up the same.
Who let you go?
You let yourself go.
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Withered Limbs
04:31
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I nearly lost all my direction as my blue blood fell to the floor.
I noticed every wall was spinning as my withered limbs dried on the windowsill.
Oh it's a tragedy, a sure catastrophe;
My bag of bones in haunted homes.
I say goodnight to all my shadows.
Once the lights go out they head back home.
These circus dreams all but amuse me
As my withered limbs wrap around my pillow sheets.
At the first sign of panic count to ten.
Oh it's a tragedy, a sure catastrophe;
My bag of bones in haunted homes.
Now you've gone and mad a mess of everything
So I'm hiding somewhere I am not.
Woe is the day that my youth washed away..
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Nervous Love
04:25
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No one knows that I've been picking up every fallen leaf, every dead dog bone.
Painting only colors that exist in my brain
On the canvas of a city going down
Count to six
Pick up a brick, plant it in the earth
Fancy a fix.
Take a look inside the shadow of your mind
Take a look inside.
All we have found is that all our minds know is nervous love.
We know how to speak but have trouble with telling the truth
It's just there are some things that we've never like talking about.
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Devil Dog (Demo)
04:40
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Father did you hear me calling out
That the Devil and I will share a bed tonight
And send curse to the moon as the room becomes a tomb
Because I have chosen this life, a carnal K9 till the death of the Devil Dog.
Mother did your old bones grow to build a bridge to brother?
An arsonist, a hypnotist.
The Devil has leashed my collar.
Now all of the things I once knew are claimed by the fire.
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Doctor Barber Salt Lake City, Utah
Doctor Barber is the brain child of Paul Michael Barber, a unique singer-songwriter from Ogden, Utah. His
songs matched perfectly with the jazz-infused drum stylings of childhood friend, Brooks T. Miller. Their raw honesty and complex songwriting lasts in your head and sets them apart from all others.
The new Doctor Barber album titled, "LEMON" is set to come out early 2018.
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