1. |
This is For E.C.
03:43
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This is For E.C.
You look down at your shoes on the ground
And try to hide your eyes
You hear your words reflected back
And open your insides
Your father wants a cheerleading daughter
in a dress and long hair
Your mom applies the first-born pressure
and it's just too much to bear
They're caught in your appearance
and do not see you
Every slap sends you under
And there's nothing you can do
Chorus
Put up your shield
So your self can heal
Put up your shield
So your heart can heal
Verse 2
You're a Hot Topic lover with friends that discover
who you truly are
You make plans to study in Japan
and become a rock star
You start chatting with boy from Texas
and help him with self harm
He fires back with a barrage of texts
and shatters your heart
He reminds you of your father
and his hurtful jests
Every trigger shoots you down
Like a slug to your chest
Chorus
Outro
I want you
I want you to be
Free from your pain
that lies underneath
I hope you
I hope you see
Your beauty, your strength
and all you've achieved
Look out from your bangs
And you'll see
your band on a stage
A crowd...in a scream
This is for E.C.
Your name remains anonymous
But you'll always be known to me.
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2. |
Time for Myself
04:48
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Time For My Self
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha....
I leapt from a cliff into the sea
swam beneath
and joined dolphins
We swam along the coast and played
water games and sang shanties
Imagine endless open space
No time or money
A world of forts, toys and dreams
No crime or worry
So I smash my desk and run away
All my work can wait
I'm outside
Inside myself
And at the same time
I am somewhere else
It's so nice
to be off the shelf
and take time, time...for myself
Verse 2:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha....
I'll super glue my hand to yours
We'll dine on sushi and champagne
We'll lay out on the beach
happy hour is all day
Bridge/ Break / Chorus X 2
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3. |
Oh Virginie
04:45
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Oh Virginie
I was traveled and lonely
You were dreadlocked and free
When you ate my okra
I heard the oracle speak
There's an island where the olives are guarded
By Poseidon and a village of Cretans
When we make it we will be greeted
By ouzo and feta cheese
Oh Virginie
You were one Quebecer
and now you are three
When we ask for work
It's like they're speaking Greek
You can't pick olives when it's raining
our translator is an arrogant Englishman
there's a family who could maybe use a hand
But the price will be steep
Oh Virginie
They see you for a daughter
For their son Yonny
A feast of goat they offer
for the dowry
He's a barrel chested brute
With his eye on me
Watching my every move Virginie
I stand between his pride and his progeny
What's he plotting
His dad has a pig to kill
Drawn to slaughter for the thrill
Takes a hammer to its head
Slits its throat until it's bled
Yoni takes me for a ride
Steals my glasses from my eyes
I say I don't want to fight
and try to offer him some insight
Being an asshole
Don't make you a man
I'm just a nice guy
who never worked with his hands
I may be blind
But it's plain to see
I'm taking my girl
like she took my...
Oh Virginie
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4. |
Traveling
04:40
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5. |
Cool Hand Luke
03:14
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6. |
My Welcome Gate
04:05
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7. |
Grace
03:11
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8. |
Woulda Coulda
04:22
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Woulda Coulda
there's a moment in my head
what I should have done instead
woulda coulda don't mean shit no more
yet I keep opening that door
I cannot be blamed
for superhuman fantasies
fantasy fantasy
What I haven't attained
It's killing me
killing me killing me
Chorus:
I'll never live up
to my personal best
No excuse to give up
it's all in my head
No need to get hung up
on trying to impress
I'd rather die a martyr
than live self-obsessed
Verse 2:
I wanted to be so much more
without knowing what I wanted it for
woulda could don't mean shit no more
Chorus
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9. |
On My Way
05:02
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Verse:
It’s been so long since I felt awake
Falling asleep at the wheel
I’ve been wasting too many days
Stuck in this boredom that I feel
Bridge:
But slowly I’m switching up my pace
Looking out on an open highway
I know my friends won’t go away
And my future cannot wait
Chorus:
I’m on my way
The ceiling, the ceiling’s too low
For me to stay in this space
I take it day by day
But the feeling, the feeling remains
Til’ I don’t know what to say, anymore
Verse Two:
When was the last time I had a lucid dream
Or inspiration that did not fleet
I think need a vibrant scene
And fresh trails for my feet
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10. |
Birdman Fly
03:53
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11. |
Floor Space
03:07
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12. |
Off 101
04:54
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Zach D. San Francisco, California
At heart, Zach D. writes simple introspective songs many with relational themes. In jest, he sings hilarious parodies. Known for his intimate stage presence and witty lyrics, the San Francisco songwriter regularly performs in the Bay Area.
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