High On Mt. Misery

by Graham Repulski

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released March 1, 2016

Written and recorded by Graham Repulski

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Track Name: White Leper
Proud men bust out night sticks
To prove they own the pride

You take it
Inside: all of your fear

And your lights are so bright
That you'll never find me

You take it
Inside: all of your fear
Track Name: Shitsoaked Nights
He looks down
Track Name: Clown Phoenix
Once more and I will disappear
The sun has brought new light
I'm speaking words to people
And I am laughing
Track Name: Young
It is with sadness that I arise
Out of the ashtray, nothing to hide
Nothing to sell you, nothing to prove, nothing to offer
What did I do?
All the opinions that I ignored
All of the love that I could endure
All the excuses that I have tried
All of it useless
Nothing to write

Was it cool to get nothing to call your own?
Did you twist at the chance to become unknown?
Was it dumb when you asked me to tell you what you oughta know?
Young

Standing around like everything's good
No one misled, nor misunderstood
Nobody's shaking, swallowing pride
And what was awake has faded and died
All of the wars I thought I should wage
All of the old skin left on the stage
All of the songs I thought I should write
All of the sadness that I implied

Was it cool to get nothing to call your own?
Did you twist at the chance to become unknown?
Was it dumb when you asked me to tell you what you oughta know?
Young