Some Songs

by Seth Benjamin

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1.
my monkey goes to the store buys the sour milk and his coins are counterfeit the clerk just smiles and says have a nice day my monkey pulls my teeth well the dope's gone bad but his eyes still shine with glee wears a grin and mouths, there's hell to pay tell me won't you tell me why you walk this path when it holds nothing for you read all the maps and still can't find your way i find a little place in my mind bottled up we can hide and tell our lies to ourselves cover your eyes, it might just look ok my monkey takes my pills smashes down his walls and ties my knots for me wipes his mouth and says he's here to stay seven days and seven nights so you cut your ties and unhook your anchors let the vultures think you're not their prey liquid cleaning lady of your broken past sweeps the dust from your soul fill up a glass and make a toast to health glass-enclosed messiah of your broken heart and destroyer of homes i'd tell you where i've been if i could tell myself but they say time heals all temporal bandage censors words mis-spoken time heals all so close your eyes my dear like nothing ends too soon they'll point and laugh like nothing ever bloodied up their backs they'll say you're not worth anything at all but time can't save you now the time that was closed off the would be i hope you still sleep at night 'cause i can't even close my eyes my monkey downs his final drop and sends me straight to hell he's not made to last won't you tell me won't you tell me where did we go wrong you said that things were looking up i guess you tried to fly too close to the sun i clean out all the traces you left behind and lock the doors with keys that weren't yours open your eyes, it might still be ok
2.
02:58
one day he washes up clears his head shuts his mouth puts on his clean face he's scared to be seen without 'cause it hides his broken parts covers the cracks he can't seal dirt thoughts behind clean bars the face you see isn't real but you'd hate to see what he is underneath one day he washes out a splash of life breaks through the bars one day down on his knees his hard shell cracks spills his scars well he can't control these thoughts so now he gives up, sets them free well he knows it's all his fault but why bother trying to stay clean when you know you'll stray so long you've tried, but not today. scrub the makeup down to bone, tear out the stitches that still tie your tongue to silence, i'll say the dirty word and i may gag but all the words my throat holds down don't drown in silence left unspoken but still living, dying to be heard each new day you try to fix me, stifle my screams as you kiss me and i'd smile but my teeth have rotted out from all this trash i keep covered but don't throw away, it builds and builds until one day i'll crack one day i fear you'll see what i've made of me
3.
if i could stop time, i'd tell the sun to stay away and keep daylight from blinding the night sky if i could stop time, i'd ask the moon to spend the day push back the dawn as long as it still shines tonight, need never see its end we'd just close our eyes and turn hours into dust if i could stop time, i'd freeze the clock, it'd never change to let the seconds tick seems so wrong if i could stop time, i'd tell the sun to stay away because by this time tomorrow you'll be gone eight days and eight thousand nights, we'd count the hours as they pass by and know they'd never bring the day but i can't so stay with me here for the night i'll dry your eyes, we'll do our best to smile and i know come sunrise our faces crack, and never want to part so for now, stay here with me well here comes the day the sun blinds my eyes i'd give anything if it could turn back time tomorrow came anyway and i'm begging please to wind back the clock but the shuttle's already at the stop you get on and it drives off.
4.
03:13
well i've been trying not to think so loud my mind shuts out my mouth 'cause all those things i meant to say much earlier took a fucking year just to make their way off of my tongue and past my teeth 'cause man, well, the voices upstairs love to talk and tell me you won't hear my point of view quite as true as it sounds to me, well, really, no, it doesn't sound like much but that's enough to keep me up at night well i tell you, finally, butterflies in acid burn my insides out but soon dissolve 'cause now you smile and everything's all right please, won't you show me some place where i can get some rest 'round here and i’ve been trying to pull my head out of my ass, well i don’t know seems like every time my mouth starts talking, by word three, he’s stabbed you through the heart, an accusation cracks the ribcage i didn’t mean to sound like that, it’s just i’m still reaching for who i ought to be and i’m not sorry that i told you, i still would, it’s just every time the man up top barks orders he don’t realize that he’s no saint himself, until he goes and proves it to you and i’m down on my knees, begging for forgiveness, and you’re smiling down at me please, won't you show me some place where i can make some peace 'round here no matter how i behave, it seems to come back and haunt me and i can hear my words rain down like hell, i promise you, it’s not ‘cause i can’t tell my hands are cuffed and stay behind my back, i swear, i’m not like that eighteen years aren’t enough to scrub clean dirt painted over but always seen self-spilled blood of a fuming old brat i thought i could beat that but she paints by numbers to three and the picture breaks me clean (i’ve been trying hard to break these bad habits)
5.
03:23
write out your name the words you form look more like your shame three hundred days but by the end your text can't fill the page the ink is drying out as your time is drying up dirty words on wasted pages, sixteen volumes of downfall even your pen wonders why you bother to write more at all each new day is one more page to throw away paint a pretty face you know in time she will wash away the tears are running down and your color's running out smearing pigments through cracked glass shines your endless disappointment you'd gouge your eyes out just so you'd never have to see her again you're not satisfied no matter what you do 'cause the reflection always shows too much of you do what you do but don't expect to see much new fingers dirty with ego clay as you mold and mold again it's just a deformed shape of the same who you've always been well it never looks quite right 'cause try as you might you never make it further in this game i think you might as well just give up on playing
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04:01
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05:18
spent your days adrift at sea and let the winds save you, maybe tore holes in your sails to send yourself nowhere but to the end spent your nights awake in bed too scared to walk inside your head pushed away everyone you loved, said they’d be better off (what are you running from?) without you, they can’t trust you not to hurt them these days the fuse is lit, the clock ticks to blow, so stay away letters you saved tears smeared the page her eyes long dried but swore you’d change spent days cracking set bones, too scared to open thickened skin doors bolted shut still called your name six calendars watched you stay the same set sail the day you failed, but no one even wanted you to change spent your days adrift at sea and let the winds free you, maybe smoke rising from the mast not to be saved, but ever damned (what are you waiting for?) a search party sent in your name came back empty a closed casket, they all wept for just one more chance to see you
9.
02:42
poor bird, broke your wing on her goodbye and fell from your flight poor bird, hit the curb as she left you and nothing works right all the trash in the street says it feels the same as you doesn't clean itself up because there's nothing it can do poor bird, one half down, one to go so on the ground you wait poor bird, what's done is dead and gone, no use fighting with fate so let's be trash in the street, why try to fly with just one wing maybe it's not all that clean but you wouldn't change a thing rest your head against the wall of what's against you seems all you can do is hide your eyes poor bird, lost one wing to love and one foot to the grave

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Songs recorded 2011-2014.
All songs written by Seth Benjamin, except:
Track 6 written by Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb.

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released July 18, 2014

Seth Benjamin: vocals, acoustic guitar, infinite chorus of "ahhh"'s

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