1. |
Ain't That Rich
04:37
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Boy don't you look charming, in your fancy leather shoes
Talking about how life is tough, while singing the upscale blues
Just you try complaining, when you've seen the grass on the other side
I guarantee it'll dry up all those wealthy tears you cried
Don't you tell me what a dollar can do,
I'm far from starvation, but my quarters are few
Something tells me I ain't that rich,
but I'm still going home with a little bit in my pocket
Humor me for a second, and drop that snobby vibe
Pretend you live in a world that can't be bought with crooked bribes
I see your body tremble with the thought of poverty
So no more lying to yourself that the best in life is free
Don't you tell me what a dollar can do,
I'm far from starvation, but my quarters are few
Something tells me I ain't that rich,
but I'm still going home with a little bit in my pocket
If I told you once, I told you twice,
You better fix up on that attitude or else I won't be so nice
Just keeping on spouting that shit around
Cause all the woulda coulda shouldas won't help you when I knock you down.
Your silver spoon and pedigree
Don't earn respect with the likes of me
So shut your mouth, you're not that bold
Confusing all your copper money for bricks of gold
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2. |
Sweet Sin
04:39
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You were banned from here, but you still got off the train
The bodies are still piling up, they'll bury you in chains
You shouldn't show your face here, 'cause they hang the nooses high,
The crowds will gather 'round just to see another die
Your sweet sin my friend,
A means to the end,
Your spirit will bend
And it'll feel just like....
The time has come, and the music's playing loud
You'll answer for the crimes that make any desperado proud
The hangman asks your final words, "Do you any regrets?"
"I'd do it all again", you'll say as the cable snaps your neck
Your sweet sin my friend,
A means to the end,
Your spirit will bend
And it'll feel just like....
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3. |
Set It Right
04:07
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Swimming in oceans made from pastels of a violet blue
Searching for the perfect life
Roaming around like a gypsy just to find a new
Feeling of serenity or just a peace of mind
Something as simple as a blessing of tranquility
Waves of emerald sapphire, stroking to my fire on display,
Fading away with all of those bittersweet memories
Do whatever it takes to cut the silver from the gray
I'm gonna set it right
Won't put my mind on trial
I'm gonna set it right
I know it will be worth while
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4. |
Of Salesmen
04:58
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5. |
Crimson Eyes
05:13
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Let it be, free the soul from the tomb,
I've been told how you met with your doom.
Come with me, no compassion this day,
And I will roam all the lambs that you prey.
Set them free
Watch them plead
Set them free
Make them bleed
Vengeful smile, give them what they are due
Send them home to the same place as you
Crimson eyes staring straight through their soul
They turn cold when their bell starts to toll
Set them free
Watch them plead
Set them free
Make them bleed
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6. |
Feeling High
07:18
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Every time he closed his eyes he was gone,
Treasures and possessions with the camera on.
His face in the clouds with Olympus below,
Choirs would sing his name till they'd all drone.
Selling his Roots for a dollar tree,
Coins rest in his lungs where he used to breathe.
Hungry for the rich, going for the prize,
Dreaming of a green world on his bed of lies.
I’m feeling High, higher than I should be,
I touch the sky, the moon and stars around me,
I’m going blind, but everyone can see me,
I’ve lost my mind, but where does it go now? (where does it go)
He’s got it all, but they all want their own piece of pie,
The bittersweet success brings the flashes on by.
The dollars add to nothing, leaves him feeling poor,
Who in the world could ask for anything more?
Surviving plastic bubbles that don’t seem to give,
There’s far more than 7 deadly ways to live.
Where diamonds are coal and gold bricks turn to dust,
He sees the Mona Lisa, but can smell the rust.
I’m feeling High, higher than I should be,
I touch the sky, the moon and stars around me,
I’m going blind, but everyone can see me,
I’ve lost my mind, but where does it go now? (where does it go)
This generation choked the American Dream,
The current gets stronger, can’t swim against the stream.
Herding sheep and grazing to the velvet rope,
Bleeding their money to the media dope.
Revelations sink into him like a stone,
An iceberg chill to his brittle little bone.
Copper in his thoughts, brain is full of steel,
Finally rests his eyes of the Hollywood feel.
I’m feeling High, higher than I should be,
I touch the sky, the moon and stars around me,
I’m going blind, but everyone can see me,
I’ve lost my mind, but where does it go now? (where does it go)--
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7. |
Sober (With You)
04:25
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I was hoping that I'd be a bit stronger,
Convincing the mirror this is only a taste
But an empty bottle speaks such horrible volumes,
You saved me from staying drunk on all these mistakes
And since then, I've felt so sober with you
And I will not take you (oh), for granted too
Looking back on how I felt when I was younger
Intoxicated, confusing comfort with familiarity
You opened my eyes and I can't help but wonder
How I can repay this moment of clarity
And since then, I've felt so sober with you
And I will not take you (oh), for granted too
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8. |
4-1-2
04:15
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9. |
The Temptress
04:30
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Her mind's like a fortress
She's threading plots just like a needle through her fingertips
And she talks like a priestess
The congregation kneels in silence at her every breath
She knows all your secrets
She's esoteric, captivating chills into my spine
Fueled solely by darkness
A virtuoso of temptation with her blackened eyes
Consume me, abuse me, use me as a canvas so that you can draw your pentagram.
Her potion, and emotion, sink into my skin until I can't remember who I am
Her touch is like torment
And she laughs just like conviction isn't in her soul
She fills you with regret
Left examining the pieces that should make you whole
She's shapeless and grotesque
Medusa aphrodisiac that lives inside of me
Your body she'll Possess
Using mysticism for her lustful alchemy
Consume me, abuse me, use me as a canvas so that you can draw your pentagram.
Her potion, and emotion, sink into my skin until I can't remember who I am
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10. |
Searching Again
04:04
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Curious reflections have lead me to a self-fulfilled epiphany
Do my passive knowledge and my active subconscious work together in polyphony
I will keep on trying to awaken my mind from all this toxic waste insomnia
And keep exploring moments between immaculate elation and melancholia
Here again, Can't seem to find the words to describe just who I am,
And in a sense, I'm contemplating if this is genuine
My innocence feels like it's moving on from the man I used to be
My ignorance still looks for a remedy - Searching again
Pondering the fragments left from the virtues that I'm seeking still inside of me,
Focused on exotic intentions, like relative euphoria and destiny
I still get caught in the cracks of optimism stricken silent in a selfish void
I fuel myself with modesty while masquerading that my ego's anything but coy
Here again, Can't seem to find the words to describe just who I am,
And in a sense, I'm contemplating if this is genuine
My innocence feels like it's moving on from the man I used to be
My ignorance still looks for a remedy - Searching again
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11. |
Silver Screen Raga
04:51
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12. |
Cataclysmic Penance
09:06
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Awakened by his fear
With visions coming clear
Foreboding drawing near
He could hear the people cry
All the clouds began to bleed
With fire and Debris
A premonition callously
Not caring who would die
Not crazy though it'd seem,
He was a victim of his dreams,
And at the top of his lungs he'd scream,
What will they listen for
Oh how he can feel it,
The visions oh so clearly,
Embedded in his mind.
But the people say it's pretense,
This cataclysmic penance,
Ending all of time.--
He urged them to comply,
He tried to warn them oh he tried,
But no one would reply,
Why can't they just believe?
They said his mind, it wasn't well
They locked him in a padded cell
Tortured and put through hell
Because they can't conceive
Their patience burst to seams,
They took a knife into his dreams
And outside began the screams
They should have listened more
Oh how he can feel it,
The visions oh so clearly,
Embedded in his mind.
But the people say it's pretense,
This cataclysmic penance,
Ending all of time.
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Tim Beck Los Angeles, California
Tim Beck is a composer and songwriter based in Los Angeles, CA. A native of Pittsburgh, PA, Tim graduated from Duquesne
University earning his Bachelor’s Degree in Music Composition from the Mary Pappert School of Music.
He has written for over 50+ IMDB credited films and other related projects. A dedicated guitarist and songwriter, his latest album is ENIGMATIC, his 4th studio album.
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