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Jumper of Guns

by Keith Michaud

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1.
XXO 02:56
XX$ XXO a year and 7 months ago, we never would've known XX$ XXO XX$ XXX Simple math would tell you that I'm not the safest bet XX$ XXX XX$ XXO If you are a diamond I guess I'm barely even gold XX$XXO XX$ XXX If this was a car crash it would be more like a jet just ripping through me leave me shredded on the runway you run me over, yeah you ground me into the pavement just pave the way love, and I will follow until I get there and when I get there I will surely hear my own voice Singing: XX$XXO It's hard to find your way when you can barely feel your soul XX$XXO XX$ XXX I'll be out of your way now, you can make room for the next XX$ XXX XX$ XXX XX$ XX...
2.
You told me that the structure of your heart was weak so residents were temporary You'd been writing my eviction for the last 2 weeks expecting me to read it and weep but I just turned to leave... I sincerely hoped that I could right this ship with someone who could handle the waves but I've decided that I just don't give a shit the struggle wasn't worth its weight in paper mache... now my words are raining down on your deaf ears my voice lost in your hurricane you were still reacting to the ghosts in your head while I was waving both my hands in your face the trembling you're feeling is the rising wind that will rush beneath our beating wings I'll make a paper plane and you can fashion a bird and together ride out of this place cause I am such a sucker escapist art its easier every day to employ burying my life in all these metaphors is the only thing I really enjoy I'm sorry but the structure of my heart is weak the good news is there's plenty of time to build a new foundation with some load bearing beams for another tenant on down the line my father was a builder and he taught me how to build a better wall in my head I'm nearly soundproof now but if you raise your voice I'll try my best to hear it so just raise your voice
3.
the dogs hunt the attics and call out when they know another soul has found its way back home a spirit guided through the dark to a place where all men see the only thing they ever loved wasn't what was gonna pay their fee in the fading night of the lights of new orleans my useless glasses crumble in my hands and when it's quiet, I can hear Him when He stands in a rainbow over my shoulder as a ghost, I can barely see a treasure trove not stocked with gold and still I fall to my knees... in the fading night of the lights of new orleans if you keep waiting for your time to come you're wasting your time because time, it don't ever stop and the ticking of that clock that hangs so high above your bed when you lay awake and dream big dreams its only a fraction of it and the money tucked in your mattress will forever go unspent exactly like the hours wasted as you lay on top of it and a blinding light one day might find you dying upon your sheets and you'll pass your last day dreaming of all you would never get to see in the fading night of the lights of new orleans
4.
Rapunzel 03:39
I hear waltzes when I wake up that go ticking across my ceiling I hear screaming in all of my dreams and barking and basketballs bouncing I hate this place in the morning I'm grateful you're easing my mind one more months dear and I'm leaving leaving this bullshit behind do you remember our first summer we were new to exploring this love like scientists drawing up plans for this still confused about what we had found now that we know, and it has grown we stand heating test tubes over candles and we can't wait to share our findings with the people who stood thumbing their nose oh rapunzel throw down your hair throw down your hair and lift me out of here they say planning is for fools babe but I'm planning to be close to you if that makes me just another fool, babe then I guess I'm just another fool...
5.
Neither Do I 03:46
whiskey and wine in the twilight of time wrestling demons like fruit from the vine choking on seeds while children lay dreams of childhood as my body rots the rigors of living a life worth a sigh I offer my palms to the sky without pride and as it comes down, I whet my appetite I whet my appetite again do you know where the red fern grows? do you see where the sidewalk ends? do you feel extraordinary here? neither do I... neither do I I was awash in an avalanche of loss spreading like a light across the wall you were a vision, not just an illusion you were my future after all so make a list of your cares who's at fault and what's fair a jumping off point hold your breath... do you know where the red fern grows? can you see where the sidewalk ends? do you feel extraordinary yet? neither do I but its worth a try
6.
Lately 02:34
coffee stained tables alive in your fables where lovers will sit and say silly things so go on bennie, and ruin yoursell roll your eyes back now and smile your best dress is good enough for throwing stones, sticks, and just talking & talking v-necks and your neck your body, like your soul, is a garden... the end of the world is a personal thing the beating of hearts makes less sense to me lately my love I can't wait here like oak trees in spring will wait for the sun to warm their roots up again at the first sign of snow I'm sorry I shivered then just so you know; I don't miss the gasoline smell of your hands the end of the world is a personal thing the beating of hearts makes less sense to me lately
7.
IOU 02:59
looking at it now I was going south you were going north I was cutting left you were going right and I promoted peace we were like a war with no relief so I started writing songs with bitterness shedding tears like seeds to plant a kiss trying hard to find some semblance of what it was we both thought that we were you have taught me lessons about myself and I owe you... I owe you a debt of gratitude so I guess we're gonna try to just be friends and all our friends are like, "good luck with that" but we're just so hard-headed you and me with our middle fingers raised, we'll rest in peace you have taught me lessons about myself and I owe you... I owe you... looking at it now we can't remember what we were what we thought we had and how we thought that it might work the trap was set, we fell into it, and it killed us over time so I owe you...
8.
Horacio 03:39
true love is singing for your daughter and her friends over speaker phone on nights when we were loving life true love is being there when times are really hard and raising hell when things aren't getting done just right true love is one hell of a sight to behold the mysteries unfold, the damage done, resolved and when you feel the pull its easier to hold the ones you love true love is nicknames and dented baseball bats and silly idle threats made in the name of it we stood in the kitchen with our bottles and regrets we cried and held our daughters names on our drunk lips and when you feel the pull its easier to hold the ones you love and in the end, you actually did it your own way just think of all the stories we'll recite some day and we'll imagine you are on your way back to Spain to finally run with bulls, with all the drama laid to waste and when you feel the pull its easier to hold the ones you love
9.
I could sense your need for a way out and you finally found the right excuse to drop my hand a pawned ring, a covered tattoo it's a good plan, you're going back to the name that was neither your mom's or dad's that's so sad, somehow so sad... you didn't want to fight? well, neither did I for you, or with you... for you, or with you I know, "what a thing for me to say" but its ok, 'cause it's all over now it's all over now... you didn't want to fight? well neither did I for you or with you, for you or with you 'cause my heart was somewhere else its ok, 'cause that is how it was it is how it was... I could sense your need for a way out and when you finally found the right excuse to drop my hand I exhaled...
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11.
Not only are we not on the same page anymore the book you're reading out of is on another floor and I can't find the stairs to climb I can't find the stairs to climb or I can't be bothered to even try it's the craziest thing, but my hands do not shake my mind is like a willow; it bends but it won't break and I'm bent like an old man's spine bent like an old man's spine has my spine been crooked all this time? I'm not feeling dangerous these days these days of demolition I'm not feeling anything, its strange on these days of demolition I know I've got the scars that prove I've been alive and kicking all these years like I am putting out a fire but I can't keep it all inside I can't keep it all inside cause I'm scared that it might not relight I'm not feeling dangerous these days these days of demolition I'm not feeling anything, its strange on these days of demolition a chemical reaction starts again on these days of demolition oxygen needs fire to repent on these days of demolition I'm not giving up, I'm giving in... on these days of demolition I'm not giving up, I'm giving in... on these days of demolition

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released October 1, 2011

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