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the luxury of being spared the hard part, you’d think would be enough for me to pull this off

that’s gotta be one of my top 10 favorite song lyrics ever, except it makes no sense without the rest of the song. (keep reading, they’re below) the lyrics are narrative, and you just never really see that thought/perspective coming, at least it caught me by surprise the first time i heard it. maybe you did see it coming. and if so, maybe you should be a singer/songwriter and write more music that i like.

9ish hours of music on my mp3 player and i managed to get these two songs back to back on my run today…as a train ran alongside the greenway where i typically run:

Engine severs lower legs, I feel my bruised heart beating.
Spinal cord remains intact, still sending and receiving.
Lying back on shoulder blades, the cargo rushing past.
Missing limbs beneath the cars, twitching on the tracks.
Click Clack now handicapped, North Am Transcontinental.

I remember, as I bleed, certain tails of bravery.
A man whose legs were crushed beneath a fallen evergreen tree.
He decided he would chop them off above the knee.
Sacrificing shins and feet, to make his torso free.

The luxury of having been spared the hard part
you’d think would be enough for me to pull this off.
But I’m left to bleed to death, now all the man I’ve ever been.
North Am Transcontinental.
-pedro the lion, “transcontinental”

I’m past the point of return, For you I’m ruined and broken
There is no way of me turning, You’ve got my heart in the open
I see it shrink in the distance, In the glow of your glory
And I never will miss this bottom line of the story
I see the ocean come crashing under lavender skies
I see clouds come flashing, now tell me, who am I?
You’re the air that I’m breathing, while I’m lying there sleeping
You’re the cool of the evening, now you got me believing

Trainwreck, I’m a trainwreck for you.

I’ll kiss it all with a farewell, goodbye, how you doing
And let it echo in stairwells, all these songs of my ruin
Now watch me climb my own cross, without a loss for these words
As I motion a moment’s silence, let it fly with the birds
All else I got without you is much ado about nothing
I’d rather stand by you gone than on the throne of another
You had me all from the start, I count it lost every part
I’ll sing it out in the dark, you’ve got a grip on my heart

Trainwreck, I’m a trainwreck for you.
-mat kearney, ‘trainwreck’

a themed run, no?