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The Dark Con of Man
04:20
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The Dark Con of Man
On horse’s back and wielding a sword, he roams through this World slaying every man. In his heart: The Promised Land. In his eyes: The wit to conquer all.
Are you lost?
Take his hand… He’ll put you to good use. In the name of his dream, you’ll be another step on a staircase of bodies. And on his way to the top, he’ll be your best friend well aware your blood will shed.
Are you lost?
Kiss his hand… He’ll suck out your soul in exchange for a bond worth your integrity. And you’ll become one more number in the midst of the rest and you’ll live out this life with nothing in your chest.
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A Harsh Self-Realization
03:54
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A Harsh Self-Realization
So I thought by now I’d have it all figured out
What life and love and loss and death are all about
But the one in the mirror’s not me
And the one on this side, he can’t see
What I really need…
Is not whisky nor pills, not sex and not weed
Not fake friends with fake interests, not pity, not sleep
It’s not money nor food, not four walls and clean sheets
All I need is to not need a thing
So you thought you knew what hides behind my smile
You’re so quick to judge, does that make it worth?
While you sit in the dark in your lair
Spying too close to comprehend
Who I really am…
Is not a drunk or a junkie
Not strong and not weak
Not smart and not funny
And yes, I know I can’t sing
I don’t need your attention
Press stop now: 1, 2, 3…
One of the many lies I keep telling to me
One of the many lies I keep telling to me
One of the many lies I keep selling to me
One of the many lies I keep telling to me
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This Is An Intervention
04:24
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This Is An Intervention
The boost of warmth
Coursing through your veins
It isn’t new,
It isn’t true,
It isn’t you.
The weight you bare
Doesn’t match the scale’s display
Not for a pound,
Not for an ounce,
Not even close.
If you mess with vices, they will mess with you
And your disguises, they won’t see you through
If you mess with vices, they will mess with you
And someday soon they will have you consumed
So my advice amounts to this:
Don’t close your eyes.
‘Least not while you still have so much to give…
If you mess with vices, they will mess with you
And your disguises, they won’t see you through
If you mess with vices, they will mess with you
And someday soon they will have you consumed
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The Gods Are Dying
02:59
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The Gods are Dying
Watch them fall like brownish leaves
And we’re not even through September
The Gods, the Gods are dying
The Gods, the Gods are dead
Townes Van Zandt, Seeger and Cash
Dylan and Cohen up next
The Gods, the Gods are dying
The Gods, the Gods are dead.
I still worship near or far,
When I pick up a guitar
And though I feel them in the breeze
Now I’m howling on my knees:
The Gods, the Gods are dying
The Gods, My Gods are dead.
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The Sinking of S.S. Friendship
Me and my friend John, we stayed passed the curtain call
Bingin’ on just another couple tens of shots.
The friendship vessel we stood on had been adrift for quite a bit
And as the whisky level rose, the boat done sank, we sank with it.
Deixa que a aurora se demore noutro lado,
Que a manhã não venha perturbar o manso céu estrelado,
Que a noite por aqui teimou.. Deu que falar.
Bebeu demais, deixou o sonho a hidratar.
Conta-me mais, remexe as águas mata a sede
De inventar rios onde o coração sossegue.
Que o tempo vai emudecer este lugar.
Que o tempo é água de correr, desaparecer, sumir no mar…
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Tio Rex Setúbal, Portugal
Tio Rex aka Miguel Reis is a singer-songwriter based in Setúbal, Portugal.
Driven by delicate guitar compositions
and armed with a deep baritone voice, Miguel has been painting his own auto-biographical landscape, adding new chapters and windows to the world that surrounds him with each record.
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