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i killed laura palmer
04:21
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i'm here for one more night, so let's fucking do this right
lay the cards upon the table, let the chips fall where they may
nothing ever happens here. i'm gonna bring this family to their fucking knees.
nothing ever happens here. i'm gonna shake this town to the fucking ground.
i only wanted you to love me. and now i need you to bleed for me.
just a quick glance, then i'm gone. just a quick jab, then it's done.
but i know where you'll write it down. you can't hide nothing from me.
alone, i watch you. alone.
i'm chasing my own flesh and blood. i'm running to you.
you got a mark on your head. i got your blood on my hands.
give me just another moment to see your smile.
i got nothing to show for our family name.
but i'd give you the world if i knew how.
nothing ever happens here. i'm gonna shake this town to the fucking ground.
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this plot's developing like cancer.
i don't even know the meaning of the word fear. so dare me, i dare you. this world's gotten the best of me, but i'm better than the rest.
we both knew i wouldn't really amount to a hill of bones. so much for your petty expectations. come on, regret.
i've got my knife drawn. tell me where is yours?
i've got my knife drawn, so where the fuck is yours?
if i'm destined for greatness, then how's this for my precious destiny?
face down in a puddle of my own self pity.
self inflicted wounds don't sting half as bad, as battle scars and dirty disappointments.
kiss me goodnight with a simple flick of steel. i've been dancing along the edge so long i've started to like it.
this plot's developing like cancer, so don't spoil my beautiful fucking plans.
you wanna know my reasons, you wanna take a look inside.
i'll try to spell it out for you before i go.
you brought me here, and gave me the gun i merely pulled the trigger.
i took one step as you tied the rope around my neck.
so, this is for you.
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"so this is where i watched her die"
i tell you this because i'm getting over it.
because this is what we do. we learn to forget.
and i lie to myself to make it through the year.
i lie to myself to make it through the flight.
so take with you these last few days and nineteen years.
though it's not my wish, it's your time to go.
but know if i could, i'd ease the pain.
hold on, just long enough to finish hearing what i need to say.
follow my heart as it races towards what my voice could never reach
as it moves without sound, like the cancer that's stricken you down
you're not alone. you're not alone. you're not alone.
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some days are better...
04:27
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last night it didn't really matter too much, matter at all
and after a while the music in my head isn't there at all
the sounds around my head become filler, not unlike the passing cars enveloping me in a steady trance
they are distraction
like the sirens, the bumps in the road along the way, and the ideas
that come in and out of my head
cause everything is out of my hands
my records are making record time of running together
i'm running out of time
this time of night is always the hardest: in between rising and setting
after the day has come to an end, but before i've found my sleep for the evening
sun in my eyes, like a punch in the nose; blurring and distracting
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what's to be said, that hasn't been said before?
i'm losing the rhythm, i've lost the sound
i am broken from now on
it's nights like these, i can't hit hard enough, i can't be fast enough
i am broke: this world isn't loud enough for me
i caught a glimpse of happiness tonight, just long enough to remember what it might have felt like when i was young
i feel sorry for myself, and so sorry for the ones in the wrong place at the wrong time
i feel for the one who's liable to get hurt, when i can't help these things i feel inside. when i can't help any of this
feeling things for a lifetime
i'll sweat it out tonight, i'll break myself into anyone but who i am
scream out loud, till my throat is open and raw
bleeding like reasons still inside
so what can i say about today that i probably haven't said before?
afternoons, evenings, and mornings and everything in between
my voice cut short from choking on words- choking on all the things that my heart won't let me sing
i don't like you cause i'm not like you and i don't need this li(f)e
maybe you are just what i need for the night
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"all my life, my heart as sought a thing i cannot name" - stupid / brilliant beautiful fucking words floating around in my head like some annoying song, and i'm trying to chase back to where it was i heard it first
don't even touch me tonight. if you wanna die just look over here one more time
give me a reason. keep your eyes to yourself. they never suited me anyway
this will all be over soon i hope. and my words will fill your eyes and ears and mind and life for a lifetime
echoing on, simply for me and myself
far too unimportant to catch any real attention
i'm afraid
damn fool mouth
broken for a thousand nights and many more to come
the one true thing that may save me in the end, useless and tired from choking for so long
i am tired, i wanna fall far way, to some beautiful place beyond sleep and never awaken
close my eyes for the last time this life
and never wake up again
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holding down the fort
03:26
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write me off.
forget burning bridges, i'll blow this one to kingdom come
was there ever anything within these walls? within the hearts of those who've died a million times over?
this town kills dreams and the minds in which they wallow
when i can count my friends on one fucking hand, it'll take a million dead to add up all my enemies, all these enemies
and i thank myself, yeah i lose a little more, well i hate you all
every time i come back
and i tell myself again, that this is the last time i see your face
so i hope in my absence, that you can hold down the fort
hold it down in the deepest of waters until it washes away
and i'll wash my hands of you
and again, when i see you there, this time next year
don't take it so bad
yeah next time i roll through town you'll all be my friends and lovers and partners in crime a thousand times
(lose my number)
i hope you never make it out alive
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regret's a funny thing, never really having time to change our minds
or do things just a little differently
i don't know what i have become
because i didn't make myself the way i am
so maybe i should have done things differently
sometimes, maybe i should have ended this a long time ago
twenty years spent on the bench
in the corner at all the parties
talking to myself
painting all these pictures in my head that no one ever saw
walking the hallways by myself, long after everyone had shuffled away
tonight again, i am no one
feel sorry for me just as you've always done
mock me when i've turned away
i love it when you kick me while i'm down
you are the one that's brought me to where i am today
i hate everything in my silly world because of you
because of you
i am feeling the sting of regret right now, like never before
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hardesty Seattle, Washington
Hardesty was a somewhat short lived hardcore band from Seattle, WA. We combined our love of everything from Black Flag and Led Zeppelin, to Unbroken and Quicksand in an attempt to do something different from what was going on around us at the time.
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