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My bank account's seen better days.
And my car's near reached it's fate,
but I still won't complain.
There's something in the air tonight,
that tells me I'll survive,
with or without a fight, yeah
with or without a fight.
Don't push me, 'cause I'll leave,
you can't rewire my brain.
You say you're realistic,
I'd say you're realistically insane.
Nothing's wrong, it's alright,
I'll keep my gears all on drive.
No one else, it's my life,
I'll strive my goal 'til I die.
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warHouse
03:32
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alone in this room
freedom to leave but no reason to
I don't want to face what's out there
useless bickering
never ends between you two
it breaks every bone in my soul
you fail to reconcile
decision's never mine
inside the air I'm breathing,
this war won't stop, i'm bleeding
from free thrown explosives on both sides
and I must get out of this house
just to feel alive again.
walk out, walk in
it starts over again.
my ears hear the words and my heart sinks.
my spirit, bruised and weak.
tears slowly run down my cheeks.
but they don't even realize i'm here.
you fail to reconcile
decision's never mine
inside the air I'm breathing,
this war won't stop, i'm bleeding
from free thrown explosives on both sides
and I must get out of this house
just to feel alive again.
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4. |
Gnaweseous
02:54
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That girl never wanted me, I'm just not her kind of freak,
Pokemon and punk bands drowned in piled cans of pure caffeine.
She's into those kinda boys, who cut their hair and make no noise,
the kind that look like robots with their eyes glued to a football field.
She's just staring at me as I play my guitar,
on a yard-long bench on Main St,
and it's gnarly.
Due to my natural happiness, all the guys think I'm a mess,
they all think it's strange just 'cause lust never fascinated me.
They play their sports, I play guitar, they drink their beer and smoke cigars.
I spend late nights with my synth, trying to find not-as-common riffs.
They're all staring at me as I play my guitar,
on a yard-long bench on Main St,
and it's awesome.
Trying to fulfill your dreams, is not as hard as they make it seem,
they told me, "get a 9 to 5, leave the guitar and drums behind."
But their lectures don't phase my ears, they don't get the whole idea,
that in my mind, I've already succeeded at living my dreams.
They're just staring at me as I play my guitar,
on a yard-long bench on Main St,
and it's righteous.
In this world there's just so much people that will be disgusted,
if they ever caught a glimpse of talent.
I'd rather walk the alter road, don't mind the side effects it holds,
being judged by fools is the best part of being gifted.
I'm just staring at me as I play my guitar,
on a yard-long bench on Main St,
and it's gnaweseous.
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Hero
02:31
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this is the story, of a musician
who fell for the only girl that never listened to him.
she was always busy, partying with her friends,
and working at the shop that sold all his favorite albums.
edgy smile, gorgeous baby blue eyes,
her charm will make you blush but kill you at the same time.
and i'm such a mess, i wanna tell her how i feel,
but every time i get the chance, i wonder if it's even real.
a lepidopterist would be surprised
just what you put inside
my stomach, all the butterflies
let me be your hero, and i will
save you from those thoughts inside your head.
and you'll be fine, i swear that from this day fourth
that i am yours
it's only sunday, guess this makes it day two
my phone keeps on buzzing, but it's never from you
and last from what i heard, you were dancing with him,
while i was dancing with my feelings, trying to bargain.
this isn't fair, first you catch my eye,
then you catch my hear. i never really was shy
around girls, i'm friends with virtually all of them,
guess it's safe to say i don't understand my friends.
let me be your hero, and i will
save you from those thoughts inside your head.
and you'll be fine, i swear that from this day fourth
that i am yours
let me be your awkward boy, and you can
save me from the walls i built around myself
and we'll be fine, i swear, this is our
happily ever after
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6. |
I Have No Idea
03:06
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I miss my friends, I miss my house
but it's way too late to turn back now.
I left in hopes to leave my name in,
places where I've never been.
And I'm trying so hard,
but you're denying my heart.
Played a show in Michigan,
where my phone fell off and hit the rim,
cracked my screen, the Apple Store,
told me "$120, wallet encore!"
There was a motel down the street,
but I scrapped up enough just to eat,
so I slept in my car,
wishing on a shooting star.
It's a long drive back home,
but I can make it on my own.
Not a mile on my car,
more powerful than my desires.
Come down, come down, your balcony,
is way too high for me to see.
Hope you have fun up there,
pretending anyone else cares.
And your boyfriend's got some nerve,
thinking my intention's on reverse.
I've been known as a sweet-talker,
but never as a homewrecker.
And sure, there once was a time,
we had Skype-sleepovers every night.
But that's all over now,
I was a lucky 7, strike 8, she's out!
Come down, come down, your balcony,
is way too high for me to see.
Hope you have fun up there,
pretending anyone else cares
It's a long drive back home,
but I can make it on my own.
Not a mile on my car,
more powerful than my desires.
It's alright, we all changed,
nothing can stay the same.
You left me, left me lost,
I'm betrayed, and double crossed.
Every time I turn around, you're chasing life into the ground. You,
hide your soul, make it blind to all the elements outside. And,
instead of embracing your gifts, you make anti-intimate.
Smile and laugh with your friends, while deep inside you mourn again.
It's a long drive back home,
but I can make it on my own.
Not a mile on my car,
more powerful than my desires.
Come down, come down, your balcony,
is way too high for me to see.
Hope you have fun up there,
pretending anyone else cares.
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I wanted you to believe,
I could be anything you needed,
I am an actress with a million masks.
One for mother, for father, for sister, for brother.
Mask for a friend, mask for a foe.
And the mask for love was the thinnest of all,
but my mask was not good enough for you,
I removed my mask for you.
But still the real me was not enough,
now i'm running from fairy tales.
Chasing me down, no more masks,
it's not enough, I won't escape this crippled love.
How many masks do I need?
When will you see?
That my masks are only so I can keep guarded.
And this fragile heart, once open to you,
now trying to hide from all that you started.
I've had just enough you don't have to ask.
I'll never give you back your mask!
You were, nothing that I wanted,
but everything I needed.
Before I knew it, the walls had crumbled, the masks were gone.
Before I could tell you, you had all of me,
you'd left, wearing a mask of your own, you took it all with you.
A never ending river of joy and sadness,
'til there was nothing left of me, not even the dream of the mask.
But still you ask me for a new mask,
what can I do to show you?
I have fallen, I'm so close to,
hitting the ground, what can I do with this twisted love?
How many masks do I need?
When will you see?
That my masks are only so I can keep guarded.
And this fragile heart, once open to you,
now trying to hide from all that you started.
I've had just enough you don't have to ask.
I'll never give you back your mask!
I won't lie any longer,
not for you, not for me.
Never again will I put on a mask.
You will have to accept the real me,
because I accepted when the real you,
was nothing I wanted, but all that I needed.
How many masks do I need?
When will you see?
That my masks are only so I can keep guarded.
And this fragile heart, once open to you,
now trying to hide from all that you started.
I've had just enough you don't have to ask.
How many masks do I need?
When will you see?
All my masks where only so I could keep guarded.
And this fragile heart, still open to you,
now trying to get back all that you started,
I've had just enough, you don't have to ask.
My mask and yours were only shows,
I still love you, and now you know
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I feel like giving up, I feel like giving in
I'm losing the fight to the sad thoughts within.
No matter how good it seems to get, I'm always still depressed,
And I've got something to get off my chest.
I was never the best at playing sports,
never rocked the baseball fields and tennis courts.
The heart was in the music, music, music was all I need,
it started with a passion and a dream.
And it led to all this, led to all these songs,
I write songs in school, write them all day long.
it's a habit, I wouldn't say a bad one but it's fun,
let your mind drift out, let the music take you on.
Into the part of your mind you don't really seem to get,
explore the inner you, your life's not over yet.
But let's fact the facts, I'm the only one who likes my tracks,
I understand them, it's no surprise.
This song's from the heart,
now close your eyes and let the music take you far.
I told my lies I wish on stars,
I ended up with battle scars.
All for nothing, none for all,
they just love to watch me fall.
They laughed at me and the words I said,
thought they had me figured out.
So as I look back one day,
I'll say, "who's been laughing now?"
I'm not much, just a boy with a complex mind,
just a boy who can't stop rhyming all the time,
just some kid who will never, never be fine,
just some loser with a passion for the rhymes.
But he tries, and he fails, and he lies, don't care.
He's out there on his own, walking, trying to get away from home,
'cause no one likes him there, no one seems to care,
about all the shit he's going through, they don't know what he's gonna do.
He's gonna rhyme 'til the day he dies, yeah
he's gonna rhyme every lyric that comes to mind,
he's gonna spit his heart out, yeah, yeah,
he's gonna show them haters what he's all about.
If you feel me come on, let me hear you shout,
now show them haters what it's all about! yeah!
I told my lies I wish on stars,
I ended up with battle scars.
All for nothing, none for all,
they just love to watch me fall.
They laughed at me and the words I said,
thought they had me figured out.
So as I look back one day,
I'll say, "who's been laughing now?"
If you feel me, come on, let me hear you shout!
Now show them haters what it's all about! (they thought they had me figured out)
If you feel me, come on, let me hear you shout!
Now show them haters what it's all about! (they thought they had me figured out)
If you feel me, come on, let me hear you shout!
Now show them haters what it's all about! (they thought they had me figured out)
If you feel me, come on, let me hear you shout!
Now show them haters what it's all about! Yeah!
I told my lies I wish on stars,
I ended up with battle scars.
All for nothing, none for all,
they just love to watch me fall.
They laughed at me and the words I said,
thought they had me figured out.
So as I look back one day,
I'll say, "who's been laughing now?"
I told my lies I wish on stars,
I ended up with battle scars.
All for nothing, none for all,
they just love to watch me fall.
They laughed at me and the words I said,
thought they had me figured out.
So as I look back today,
I'll say, "who's been laughing now?"
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10. |
Dream
03:41
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It's pouring rain, yet we're still in a drought
there's a monster in my skin, and I can't get it out
but you've never failed before, so I'll keep trusting you
Guess what I need is more patience and time
was once abundant, somewhere along the lines
I lost control after losing a duel
to a warrior who's eyes gleamed like the summer sky
I'm not a loser
but I still haven't won.
But before I do
some things still must be done.
The problem is I search all night
Trying to figure out what these things are.
I have a dream
the same dream every night.
But everyone keeps telling me
"you're in over your mind"
but it's too good of a dream to let it go just like that
Your lips are moving
but my ears aren't catching on
I see through you with every single song.
Just letting your voice sing another man's words.
I'm sick of fights behind each other's backs
don't wanna get into physical contact
Can we just be friends? Let's drop the past
And my spiritual Father tells me I'm a man of him
but my biological one makes me feel like a little kid
Family, please understand, my calling's much different from yours.
I need my space, some alone time to explore
I have a dream
the same dream every night
but everyone keeps telling me
"you're in over your mind"
but it's too good of a dream to let it go just like that
Please help me, please help me
please help me figure this out
Please help me, please help me
please help me figure this out
Please help me, please help me
please help me figure this out
Please help me figure myself out
And I keep moving on
I keep moving on
I keep moving
And I keep moving on
I keep moving on
I keep moving
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All this time, I've just been,
incohesive and inconfident,
about finding my place in this earth.
But I open the door that's been,
in front of me since I gave sin,
to the one who took the blame.
And it seems,
and it seems.
I can hear the bells ringing,
as freedom begins to yell at me,
singing, "destiny"
screaming, "Anthony"
This one book has it all,
read and apply once and for all,
let your mind be blown away at his awesomeness.
And this journey, a battlefield,
I'm warrior, will never yield,
as my own story unfolds before my mind.
And it reads,
and it reads.
I can hear the bells ringing,
as freedom begins to yell at me,
singing, "destiny!"
screaming, "Anthony!"
Oh and I can hear the bells ringing,
as freedom begins to yell at me,
singing, "destiny!"
screaming, "Anthony!"
And I'll sing a new today.
Yes I'll sing a new today.
I'll sing a new today!
And I'll sing a new today!
I can hear the bells ringing,
as freedom begins to yell at me,
singing, "destiny!"
screaming, "Anthony!"
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12. |
Psalm 57:7-9
02:59
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Curly Nyack, New York
Anthony J. "Curly" Mauro is an alt-pop singer-songwriter from Nyack, NY. Known for his heartfelt lyrics, catchy melodies, and energetic live performances with exceptional stage presence, that have gotten him from coffee shops to being the opening act for bands like Handguns, Carousel Kings, guardin, and other big acts in the scene. ... more
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