3 Songs

by Craft Work

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released May 25, 2015

Arrangement & Lyrics by Chris Ryan




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Track Name: Car Crash #1
bloodprint on a silver disc
stuck on repeat, the song skips

cut down the right forearm
time will tell if we've caused more harm

a long stint of living honest
crushed car wrecked naiveness

staring hard into asphalt
couldn't help but think: this is all your fault.
Track Name: The Major
none of what we've gained compares to what we've lost
i had a friend who left, couldn't keep up with the costs
none of what we've gained is anything we've got to show
slipstreaming behind our demons, overtaking nascent freedoms

none of what he gave will ever be repaid
call me ishmael, killing that whale in a bid for freedom from the land
but i incite the murder of that which is free, by my own hand

none of what we've gained compares to what we've lost
i have a friend who remained locked in stocks
and i am become death, the destroyer of worlds
every time i let my mind gloss over, impeding wisdom's pearls
Track Name: Different Trains
from chicago to new york, they're dropping the same lines
questions of age; a promise we'll lose all conviction
as we accumulate more days

i still feel the same as i felt at thirteen
and i'm going to feel this way until i die
never illusioned to begin with, i came alive in '05
i guess we're riding different trains, you and i

i suppose we've got our different gauges of what makes this worth it at all
meteoric reports notwithstanding i'll stand out in the shower-fall
like the stink of the lamp, you can't scrub this stench
coal miners / soul miners; donning black in perpetual tense

and i have no interest in these tedious fumblings