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Can't Hold Me Down
03:30
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Fire from a rocket, bulb in the socket, sparks flying off of my shoes
Hands get to shakin', chances I'm takin', heart is beating true
Pistol in my pocket, voices saying stop it, but I'm not hearing you
Mama raised a fighter, fists are getting tighter, red blood turns to blue
Can't hold me down, thrashing the ground, fire in my belly, just can't hold me down
Can't hold me down, deafening sound, better be ready, just can't hold me down, just can't hold me down
Rolling like a boulder, chip on my shoulder, blowing like a hurricane
Immigrant blood, swollen like a flood, coursing through my veins
Grittin' my teeth, planting a seed, hatching up a plan
Circuit's rewired, can't be getting tired, time to be a man
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2. |
Caught in Between
03:34
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Steppin out of the darkness
Reachin for the light
Will you take me in from the cold tonight?
Flashes of misery
Rushes of ecstasy
Will you take me in from the cold again?
'Cause I'm caught in between
Is it a dream again?
Caught in between
Is it a dream again?
Echoes are slithering
Panic is deafening
Will you take me in from the cold again?
Deja vu on your doorstep
Look at me drenched in shame
Will you take me in from the cold again?
'Cause I'm caught in between
Is it a dream again?
Caught in between
Is it a dream again?
Easy I've got you now
Just don't let go on me
Easy I've got you now
Just don't let go...
'Cause I'm caught in between
Is it a dream again?
Caught in between
Is it a dream again?
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3. |
Inside Out
03:54
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Pink flames
Water washes down to reveal
Her name
Reincarnation of the memory
Of who she comes from
Gasping first breaths
But there's nothing I can do but pray
Now I'm inside out
Open and exposed right in front of you
Now my insides are out
Defenseless, helpless
To protect you
It's late
This lonely lamp casts my shadow
Onto your fate
I will wait
'Cause there's nothing I can do but pray
I'm inside out
Open and exposed right in front of you
Now my insides are out
Defenseless, helpless
To protect you
Can't stop these visions
When I'm in your eyes
Phantom pain multiplies
Whatever happens my weapons might fail me
But you'll never be alone
I'm inside out
Open and exposed right in front of you
Now my insides are out
Defenseless, helpless
To protect you
It's late
This lonely lamp casts my shadow...
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4. |
Up Here (Look Up)
03:51
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Mr. Big Shot, you think you're better than me
'Cuz your daddy's got one of those fancy degrees
And more cash, a bigger better house
But y'all's hands are soft like a mouse
But then you're talkin' shit, right up in my face
Think you hit a homer but you're born on third base
So I had to teach a little lesson how the world works
Sorry 'bout your face, when I went berserk
See I come from nothin' I got nothin' to lose
My knuckles already had that bruise
These memories will never fade
I gotta thank you for the man you made
I know it was a long time ago
But look up, I'm up here now bro...
Mr. high and mighty dentist man
Had a blond daughter, dating me was her plan
But he had messed up my dad's teeth, caused him grief
Pay the bill? Well you can pound sand
Now he's tellin' her I come from bad stock
At best I'm a dumb jock
I gotta confess you really messed with my mind
Made me think what's wrong with my own kind
But in due time, I figured it out
I'm proud of who I'm from without a doubt... look at me now
These memories will never fade
I gotta thank you for the man you made
I know it was a long time ago
But look up, I'm up here now bro...
Gotta give it up to my damn pops
Three times he got the call from the cops
One time I took the van, one time I took his gun
One time I stole shit lookin' for some fun
But he never lost faith, never gave up on me
When my parents split, he knew I was angry
And had to act out, find my place
I just needed some love, a little bit of grace
He was right I had lessons to learn
About playing with fire and not getting burned... rest in peace pops
These memories will never fade
I gotta thank you for the man you made
I know it was a long time ago
But look up, I'm up here now bro...
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Can You Find a Spirit
03:40
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Twist the top off my head and peak inside
Put me in one of your magic machines
Shoot me with your x-ray beams
Tell me, what do you see?
Can you find a spirit, or am I just this ol' bag of bones
Can you find the energy, or am I just flesh and blood
Can you find a spirit, or am I just this ol' bag of bones
Tell me, am I really just flesh and blood
Place your electrodes on my head
Hook me up and watch my waves
Fill your needle, pierce my veins
Your radioactive dye is in my brain
Tell me, what do you see?
I beg you, I summon you to this place
I need a sign to believe
Shine your light upon my face
And shower me with your grace
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I put the thought of you in a box
Then I added a few heavy rocks
Drove up to the bridge and let go
And watched it drop
I can't shake you, can't shake you, oh I can't shake you
Can't shake the taste of you off my lips
I can't shake you
It's like waking up from a bad dream
Feels so real like a silent scream
Chest is hollow I can barely swallow
But it's not what it seems
They say when you lose a limb, you can still feel the pain
I got the itch and ooh I wanna scratch it, but it's all in my brain
I'm seeing double, I'm in trouble, white-knuckled insane
A desert flower praying for your rain
[crack up]
[unconscious trance state]
[wakes up]
Come over here little girl
Give your curls a twirl
Look into my eyes
We're gonna fly
My stones
My love
Runs deep
It's yours to keep
Step into the Vortex
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Electric Son Cincinnati, Ohio
Funky, muscular, and a little strange. We call it Funk Blues. It's from Cincinnati, OH.
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