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Jackson - Live
04:22
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Shouldn't I know myself better by now?
Shouldn't I have left behind all of these doubts?
But wherever I go, they just follow me 'round
I'm like a wanted man and they're trackin' me down
But I won't pay my debts to the county
I don't care how high that bounty goes
You won't catch my body feeding the crows
'Cause I'm going to Jackson
To take back what is mine
A childhood left behind
In that place where people live, give birth, grow old and die
Without ever wondering why
Someone'd try to
Fly away
See what's on the other side of this
Dime a day
Suffocating strip mall laundromat life
Subdivide the real estate in my mind and sell it off
To out-of-state investors if you like
I'll just sit here and paint my face while I've still got time
Dark circles cropping up under two young eyes
Six cups of coffee in the living room
An hour before sunrise
And I ain't going back to west Tennessee
I'm just going back to a version of me before everything
Got so complicated
I wasn't 23 and jaded
And my memories weren't fading at a faster pace with every passing day
I can't relate to
The tales told 'round the table
I feel like a stranger now
There's danger in my daydreams
Don't wake me if I'm screaming
I'm just dealing with the demons and the lesser fiends
That I invited for tea
We can talk about anything
Beelzebub, Lucy Lee and me
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Old Glory - Live
04:36
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Jessica's undressing now
Daniel wouldn't dare
He's too busy stressing out
She ain’t got a care in the whole world
She works at the powerhouse
He’s behind a desk
She wears a crown of flowers on the weekend
He drinks himself to death
Who do you think this song’s about?
I don’t know, I guess it ain’t so crucial to find out
It’s just a story of old glory, the dark bar where they first drank
Skeletons and sentiments the fuel that ran their tanks
'Cause we’re good Americans, not the idealistic type
We break our backs from nine to five to serve the Stars and Stripes
Believe in a mythology that dreaming serves us right
But Jessica’s the best of us, she knows that it’s a lie
Who do you think this song’s about?
I don’t know, I guess it ain’t so crucial to find out
It’s just a story of old glory, the dark bar where they first drank
Skeletons and sentiments the fuel that ran their tanks
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I’m back on my feet
I’m back on the street where people see you as an enemy
If you aren’t everything they love about 1970
What am I supposed to be?
Walk the only way that I know
Everybody wears the right clothes
Like I never learned how to read a magazine
Your face is a movie screen
Selling me the American dream
And I don’t want to buy it, but you’re begging me
Everyone’s begging me
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
Keep on missing the beat
My head’s still spinning and my breath still smells like coffee and weed
And I’m not going out of this house for anything
'Cause everything I say is so embarrassing
Walk the only way that I know
Everybody wears the right clothes
Like I never learned how to read a magazine
Your face is a movie screen
Selling me the American dream
And I don’t want to buy it, but you’re begging me
Everyone’s begging me
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
Is there anything that doesn't make you nervous?
That's what I thought
You’ve got the face of a beauty queen, you’re American royalty
I’m dreaming of your news feed as I fall asleep
I wonder if you ever think:
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
People make me nervous
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God save the queen
The queen is dead
The king took the queen
Out behind the old shed and did what
He had to do
All of these voices inside of my head
They tell me to stay locked inside of my bedroom
Until I forget you
But I could never forget you
Hard work and hard drugs
They get you the same
A hole in the ground
Without a dime to your name if you’re lucky
You’ll find yourself in the backseat
On the way to the factory where they make all the bombs
I think I hate modernity
Maybe I’d be better off
Taking out the trash
I think I hate modernity
Maybe I’d be better off
Dying in a trench than dying at a desk
God save god bless
What a fucking mess
Another rote colonizer
Laid to rest with an anthem
Adults throwing tantrums
Handsome to you
Ransom to me
I can’t see the woods for the sake of the trees
In my psyche
They look just like me
Queen Elizabeth the second
Sailing the sea
She never wanted you like this,
She never wanted you free
She wanted modernity
Modernity for you and me
And I think I hate modernity
Queen Elizabeth the second
Sailing the sea
Never wanted you to miss her silver jubilee
Be a good little kiddy and run along
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Joseph Ozment Chicago, Illinois
Joseph Ozment is a Tennessee-born, British-bred artist whose musical journey started with guitar lessons from a dude named Seven in Hong Kong. He's played gigs in small Welsh pubs, Nashville bars, and strange and sundry places in between. He makes soulful folk, indie and electronic music for navigating the modern age of confusion. But he still writes plenty of songs about girls, too. ... more
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