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The Good Boy EP

by Christopher Burke Le Compte

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1.
Do You Ever Feel Like God is Telling You to Kill Yourself?? 04:37
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Really damn hard to stay sober Shame loves a gamblin in In rolls you around and it Never leaves town and it Never allows you to win Really damn hard to stay sober Run right plum out of your pride Left with the fear that a “Just one last” beer took the Final old holy inside You try and you try to get better inside and let Paintings of grace out your throat But every damn song sounds so Terribly wrong and you Feel it in every damn note So I’m sorry god I ain't listening I’ve got too much left to atone I’ll send you down This old spirit when Finally I’ve finished my song Really damn hard to stand upward Chaining yourself to the floor Tearing at bindings that Leave you half-blinded and Trap you behind this damn door Really damn hard to stand upward Falling is all you have known Laying in bed and pre Tending at dead with a Bottle broke over your phone You try and you try to get better inside and let Paintings of grace out your throat But every damn song sounds so Terribly wrong and you Feel it in every damn note So I’m sorry god I ain't listening I’ve got too much left to atone I’ll send you down This old spirit when Finally I’ve finished my song Really damn hard to be quiet Silence knows all the bad names Prods you awake and pro Cedes to partake in an Auction of remaindered pain Really damn hard to be quiet Quietly you want to go Leave it behind with your Melting old mind let the Choir conclude the damn show You've tried and you've tried to get better inside and let Paintings of grace out your throat But every damn song sounds so Terribly wrong and you've Felt it in every damn note So I’m sorry god I ain't listening I’ve got too much left to atone I’ll send you down This old spirit when Finally I’ve finished my song
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Exile of Eden 03:59
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Oh my god I’m so alone I’m so alone I can hear my heart a’ beatin’ Oh my god this telephone This telephone is as silent as an empty theatre I have fallen in to this river I have fallen in to this river I have fallen in to this river don’t you Let me drown Oh my god I’ve seen the end of Eden I didn’t eat the fruit, I just fell off Oh I know that this fall it just might Kill me so Toss me down a needle with some Clothing I can keep so I can Start to stem the bleeding ‘for I Sink too deep Oh my god I’m so alone I’m so alone I can hear my heart a’ beatin’ Oh my god this telephone This telephone is as silent as an empty theatre I have fallen in to this river I have fallen in to this river I have fallen in to this river don’t you Let me drown Oh my god my eyes have filled with water Spitting out my teeth to try to breathe Oh I know that my head is staying Under now so Send me down a letter from some Friend up there in heaven so I can Feel a little better ‘for the Bitter end Oh my god I’m so alone I’m so alone I can hear my heart a’ beatin’ Oh my god this telephone This telephone is as silent as an empty theatre I have fallen in to this river I have fallen in to this river I have fallen in to this river don’t you Let me drown Oh I know I ain’t going Back home Again now So just tell My friends That I’m sorry and I miss them Oh my god I’m so alone I’m so alone I can hear my heart a’ beatin’ Oh my god this telephone This telephone is as silent as an empty theatre I have fallen in to this river I have fallen in to this river I have fallen in to this river don’t you Let me drown
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Friend of Solitude 04:02
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Clouds are dripping with the dregs of dawn To wash away the rest of fall A gentle tune is Coming soon from the Creaks across the hall Tin roof weeping in the winter wind Rain is rusting at its cheek Your day to day Awash in grey Solitude has come to claim it’s week But if you’re gentle to its suffering If you are kind to what it knows A friend of solitudes may find you Give you a name, hold you close Staring blankly at your empty canvas Trying to catch the song of rain But it slips away and Starts to fade from the Paper before long But you are kind, gentle, and patient And you know the shape of names You sit and stare and you Lay it bare, let the Water work a channel through the clay So if you’re gentle to its suffering And if you’re kind to what it knows A friend of solitude may find you Whisper a name and hold you close
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Good Boy Now, Good Martyr 02:56
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I don't feel like going out I Ain't got much to sing about these days I don't feel like going out I Can not block this ringing loud malaise I was never happy oh but Now I’m perpetually depressed Celibate and sober with my Soul inside its tidy Sunday best With a little vest on I shower so regularly now I shower so regularly now I don't know how Jesus did it Martyrdom is treating me like dirt I don't know how Jesus did it I don't even seem to feel hurt Shove a couple nails through my Eyes I’d like to cry a little now Just to feel something but the Suspicion of something in the ground Like a little brown seed I shower so regularly now I shower so regularly now Nothing ever changes in the Tepid wary lighting of my home Nothing ever changes in the Tepid wary lighting of my home Nothing ever changes in the Tepid wary lighting of my home I shower so regularly now
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Fruit of the Tree 03:09
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I am the willow Eat of my bark Let me protect you At least in part For I am the willow But also the wind Freezing and bitter Tearing at skin Let me be sober Just for a day Let me be happy Try anyway Let me be sober Just for a week Take me as worthy Fruit of the tree I am the willow Crooked and tall Bent by the wicked Westerly squall For I am the willow But also the wind That which will harm you Where it has been Let me be sober Just for a day Let me be happy Try anyway Let me be sober Just for a week Take me as worthy Fruit of the tree I am the willow Breaking apart Take what is needed but Burn out my heart For I am the willow Sick of the wind Tear off my branches Feast of my skin Let me be sober Just for a day Let me be happy Try anyway Let me be sober Just for a week Take me as worthy Fruit of the tree

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released June 21, 2020

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