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Cellar Door
02:57
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I’m not excited.
In fact I don’t care much for you.
I’m sick of fighting.
I know too well what it’s like to lose.
But I’ve been trying
To find some alternate route
Back to you.
Back to anything that once helped push me through.
And I don’t want to.
This cellar door leads me to home.
And I don’t want you.
I know I’m better on my own.
Who are you?
And what’d you do with the other me?
—the one I worked so hard to control.
I’m not excited.
In fact I don’t care much for you.
I’m sick of fighting.
I know too well what it’s like to lose.
But I’ve been trying
To find some alternate route
Back to you.
Back to anything that once helped push me through.
And I don’t want to.
This cellar door leads me to home.
And I don’t want you.
I know I’m better on my own.
I’m writing you.
(I thought you should know.)
This is your final warning.
(That I’m writing you.)
I thought that you should know.
(This is your final warning.)
I thought that you should know.
This is your final warning.
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2. |
Spill
02:16
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You spill your heart to private space
In public view when you set the bait.
But I won’t cry
Over the spill, it’s so far gone, you know.
And I’ve listened to every word.
I’ll tell you once or twice, but a thousand’s just absurd.
And it hurts
To think that’d I’d believe you
If you said your heart works.
And after all these years still nothing but dirt.
And I’m searching
For a clue in this crime scene.
And I’m searching
But everything leaves me no leads.
I’m searching
Under the moon, in tune with my lucky stars.
And I’m searching
But it’s lunacy; my heart was never yours.
You spill your heart to private space
I’m public view when you set the bait.
But I won’t cry.
And I’m searching
For a clue in this crime scene.
And I’m searching
But everything leaves me no leads.
I’m searching
Under the moon, in tune with my lucky stars.
And I’m searching
But it’s lunacy; my heart was never yours
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3. |
This Nightmare
00:32
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I lie away in bed
Emotionless
Waiting for someone to pull the plug
And end this nightmare.
This house of glass is so cold
And I long for the warmth of my home.
But I lost it out there.
And I
Really would love to know
How
This is okay for you to do
To me.
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4. |
Till You Let Me In
01:22
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I’m gonna follow you home.
I’m gonna watch through your window.
Oh how I love the way you look while you’re exposed.
I’ll wait till your rooms gone dark.
I’ll wait till you’re done watching T.V.
I’ll wait here silently, my darling, while you sleep.
I can’t wait until you find me out, my love.
I just want you to know
That I want to be yours.
I can’t wait till you let me in your house, my love.
I already know
Where all my things can go.
I’m gonna follow you home.
I’m gonna watch through your window.
Oh how I love the way you look when you’re exposed.
I’ll wait till your rooms gone dark.
I’ll wait till you’re done watching T.V.
I’ll wait here silently, my darling, while you sleep.
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5. |
I Regress
02:12
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I wish the world would forget me.
Forget my name, forget my face.
Let me sleep and slip away.
Cause I’d kill to leave this place.
To feel the satin on my bones.
Forever in my grave,
In the shadow of my headstone.
— a smile on my face,
Cause now I’m right at home.
And trust me when I say it’s for the best,
That I regress.
Well here I go.
After you left me here alone I stared into the mirror.
I barely blinked for that week until one day it was much clearer.
I learned where I belong.
I learned it in a song.
Now I don’t need your help at all.
The mirror held an unfamiliar face for far too long.
I’m so glad you’re gone.
And I know it’s for the best
That I regress.
And I know it’s for the best.
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6. |
White Noise
03:28
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I need to spend more time in my bed.
My bones are aching, so is my head.
My sanity is wearing thin and I am gone.
There's nothing left here but a song..
This radio; white noise and static.
I can't communicate these days without it.
I'll leave second guessing to the skeptics.
Cause I've got no time to give.
Got no will to live.
So I cannot live.
There's no fixing this.
I am a bloody mess.
Passive aggressive and arrogant.
I've got a glass half full of emptiness
And two pills to swallow.
I'm a timebomb rigged with no regrets.
Head over heels in a car wreck.
The thought of going on, it makes me sick
And that's hard to swallow.
Now,
This picture perfect house is burning
Down.
Did you really think that I would stick
Around?
I'm sorry that I let you down again.
I've sailed myself too far out to sea
Aboard a ghost ship I've named "S.S. Misery".
Too many rescues, no recoveries
Cause they were all just ghosts like me.
They were nobodies.
They never felt a thing.
There's no fixing this.
I am a bloody mess.
Passive aggressive and arrogant.
I've got a glass half full of emptiness
And two pills to swallow.
I'm a timebomb rigged with no regrets.
Head over heels in a car wreck.
The thought of going on, it makes me sick
And that's hard to swallow.
Now,
This picture perfect house is burning
Down.
Did you really think that I would stick
Around?
I'm sorry that I let you down again.
I'm sorry that I let you down again.
I'm sorry that I let you down again.
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7. |
Stop Waiting
02:49
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Once was an organ donor
With a will to give.
Then turned reclusive loner
With no will to live, with no will to live now.
Burning holes, in myself
With this crucifix.
I'm now falling to Hell.
No one can save me here and I'm okay with it.
I missed you last October.
I missed you for the whole fall.
I missed you the eighteen months you were gone
and you wouldn't even answer my calls
And I
Stopped waiting.
Stopped waiting for you.
These are the paths we've chosen.
These are the lives we lead.
In fear; forever frozen
Paralysed in my sleep when you come in my dreams now.
Burning holes, in myself
With these cigarettes.
I always said I would quit but I can't live without you
cause you're too good for my health.
I missed you last October.
I missed you every March.
I missed you the eleven years you were gone.
I should never have let go from the start but I
Stopped waiting.
Stopped waiting for you.
Why can't I
Stop waiting,
Stop waiting for you?
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The Only New York
Sole member, Anthony Derby, writes and records on his own the new-old fashioned way; 8 track recorder, all instruments and live mic'ing. No computers, no emulated sounds, no borrowed material. D.I.Y. the way it was intended. The Only.
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