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Knock Knock

by David Cline

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Skeletons and gamblers stumble and meander, tracing crooked smiles on the ground They are aimless but determined to be resolute and learned while they marvel at the thoughts they've found Balconies full of broken dreams, haggard minds and bursting seams The two cannot be parted I'm just getting started Flashes fill the famous streets While ashes drain from beneath their feet And they're singing Bet they're singing Oh why's the rain feel so heavy Why's the wind make me unsteady Where can we shelter from the helter skelter of this storm A windswept cityscape so ready To reap the lives and minds of many Chapped cracks in the paths they tread They're living in their heads The phantoms that pursue them, these erudite illusions, list lazily from cigarettes and breath Under a haze of orange lamplight, wrapped up in what's in hindsight, they criss-cross walks and talk of better days Empty eyes cast on endless skies, brimming lips and toothless lies The two cannot be parted I'm just getting started. Four more years of these sleepless nights Four more years wondering is this right? And they're singing I bet they're signing Oh why's the rain feel so heavy Why's the wind make me unsteady Where can we shelter from the helter skelter of this storm A windswept cityscape so ready To reap the lives and minds of many Chapped cracks in the paths they tread They're living like they're dead. Oh why's the rain feel so heavy Why's the wind make me unsteady Oh why's the rain feel so heavy Why's the wind make me unsteady Oh why's the rain feel so heavy Why's the wind make me unsteady Where can we shelter from the helter skelter of this storm Why's the rain feel so heavy Why's the wind make me unsteady Chapped cracks in the paths they tread Oh why's the rain feel so heavy Why's the wind make me unsteady Where can we shelter from the helter skelter of this storm A windswept cityscape so ready To reap the lives and minds of many Chapped cracks in the paths they tread They don't know they're living like they're dead.
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Catch catch the match that strike the chord The dark won't spark for long Eyes wide and cracking spine Synapses firing a song Reveal what's congealed in the veins that strain with every stuttered cry Create from sinless fate and try not to look so surprised Mic in hand Take a stand Scream a meaning tonight Stoke the flame Make a name Get a fist in the fight Light cigarettes and take your bets write it's wrong when it's right. And make them dance baby dance Revel in the rapture of a chance To live again Dance baby dance to clapped chapped hand that clamor in the stands Beat beat your stripped and tattered feet With sound to shake the ground The flash from match to ash The sight and smell of smoke astound Unveil whats been nailed to the heart of every killer that you've crossed Take from what you can't remake and dear don't you dare mind the cost Mic in hand Take a stand Scream a meaning tonight Stoke the flame Make a name Get a fist in the fight Light cigarettes and take your bets write it's wrong when it's right. And make them dance baby dance Revel in the rapture of a chance To live again Dance baby dance to clapped chapped hand that clamor in the stands Dance until your feet can't hit the floor Dance just like you've never danced before Dance until they can't forget you Under those black lights make them regret you now And make them dance baby dance Revel in the rapture of a chance To live again Dance baby dance to clapped chapped hand that clamor in the stands
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A quiet queen of hearts hidden in a deck of cards Next to cigarettes inside a magicians tattered coat pocket A jade jack of spades the nameless face in the parade Of blacks and reds and twos to tens and the kings of all of them Chance and luck and happenstance Love and lust and red romance Beating hearts in heaving chests Two faded cards in a fraying deck Shuffled by those calloused hands Dealt to folks in foreign lands Slipped up sleeves and home again Those two faces so far apart the jack of spades and queen of hearts Never met in all the tricks and gimmicks in the magicians repertoire Flitting past each other life was loud with cheap slight of hand for a smarter crowd And with every passing year they wondered the number of times that they would hear Is this your card? Is this your card? Is this your this your this your card? Is this your card? Is this your card? Is this your this your this your card? Is it the quiet queen of hearts? Quiet Queen of Hearts They wandered in the smoke and mirrors of parlor tricks and bottled fears The people all amazed at the same games the two had seen for years The magician never revealed his secrets except to his deck of silent assistants The jacks of spades watched his imagination fade away Chance and luck and happenstance Love and lust and red romance Beating hearts in heaving chests Two faded cards in a fraying deck Shuffled by those calloused hands Dealt to folks in foreign lands Slipped up sleeves and home again But on an any other kind of day the magician's magic got away from him A mundane trick and one small slip saw the whole world rearranged The jack the queen now in and out of place but staring face to face to face to face Is this your card? Is this your card? Is this your this your this your card? Is this your card? Is this your card? Is this your this your this your card? Like magic plays on people's faith this songs disguising what I mean to say The jack of spades is just a doppelganger for my name Your my queen of hearts and I knew it right from the start Since that night I lost myself with you beneath those city lights Is this your card? Is this your card? Is this your this your this your card? Is this your card? Is this your card? Is this your this your this your card? The queen of hearts The queen of hearts Queen queen queen queen queen of hearts The queen of hearts The queen of hearts Queen queen queen queen queen of hearts
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When the sun explodes and the earth erodes and we're floating in our thoughts and oblivion has tied our souls in knots When the fears that we've ignored come beating down our doors our minds will do what knives and bombs cannot They'll set us free Set us free We'll cleave ourselves from this reality Set us free Oh baby please I'd choose scorched skeletons over their infinity Die today flail in the fray go out with a bang in the ball of flame Die today stampede the stage don't give a fuck 'cause you're dead anyway When we're bleached bones underneath headstones and our deaths been dragged in ink and our forests burned and beaches turned to glass We'll scream with joy as we bleed into the void and find where we belong at last They'll set us free Set us free We'll cleave ourselves from this reality Set us free Oh baby please I'd choose scorched skeletons over their infinity Die today flail in the fray go out with a bang in the ball of flame Die today stampede the stage don't give a fuck 'cause you're dead anyway Let's fucking do this Set us free Set us free We'll cleave ourselves from this reality Set us free oh glory Set us free give us a story So we can learn to die Set us free oh glory Set us free give us a story We'll live our lives in rhyme Die today flail in the fray go out with a bang in the ball of flame Die today stampede the stage don't give a fuck 'cause you're dead anyway Die today flail in the fray go out with a bang in the ball of flame Die today stampede the stage don't give a fuck 'cause you're dead anyway

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The debut release from Chicago based singer-songwriter David Cline.

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released June 28, 2014

Recording, mixing and mastering by Eric Lichtenberg and David Cline
Written and performed by David Cline
Album art by Jenna Wenzlaff

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David Cline is a singer-songwriter from Kansas City, Kansas.

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