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The Mirror
03:53
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The Mirror
Oh no no I’m underhanded
In my old age start drinking brandy
What I have to do I have to do, couldn’t be clearer
And if you know me still, you know I couldn’t kill
The mirror
Hey, I’ve been working so late at the door of a bar
Listening to Robyn and watching you dance
What you have to do you have to do, couldn’t be clearer
And if you love me still, I’ll know you couldn’t kill
The mirror
Oh the mirror
Hell ya know I’ll live a thousand lives anyway
Help me kill the first person in everything I say
There’s a love inside my empire of fear
I’m timing myself, I’m timing myself in the mirror
Now I’m acid free, I put the heart down
(What’s this thing doing here?)
My hundred-page sketchbook weighs sixty-five pounds
When I call to you I call to you, my voice is so weird
And if you answer still, I’ll know we couldn’t kill
The mirror
Oh the mirror
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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Horse Race
05:14
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Horse Race
My lover is a horse race
I’m betting six-to-one
On the rider who won’t place
I know she’s the one
My lover is a sunny day
My lover is a coal mine
The canaries of your heart
Fly right next to mine
And when I see your face
I think I know you and all
In the middle of the day
I think I love you and oh
My heart is full of weeds oh no
My heart is full of beer oh no
My heart is full of all the wrong girls
All the wrong fears
Darling if I let you, could you take it from here
Take it or take it from here
My very own memories are junk
In my dreams I’m fun and carefree
In real life I’m a scarecrow American man
The murder’s coming for me
And when I see your face
Don’t think I know you at all
In the middle of the day
I think I love you and oh
My heart is full of weeds oh no
My heart is full of beer oh no
My heart is full of all the wrong girls
All the wrong fears
Darling if I let you, could you take it from here
Take it or take it from here
I’m on your side
Both your hands both your coasts
Holy mother holy ghost
Hallelujah shot right through ya
I don’t ever wanna lose ya
Take it or take it from here
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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Somebody's Talking
04:19
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Somebody’s Talking
Somebody’s talking when I talk, shut up
Somebody’s walking where I walk, that strut
Somebody’s scaring away all the people I love
Somebody’s saying it’s okay Cam, get up
Here’s a love that heals the anger
Everything I made was dangerous
Here’s a love that feels like anger
All the things I made weren’t strange enough
Somebody’s talking when I talk, shut up
Somebody’s waking where I wake, get up
Somebody’s telling the world is wrong my mind at night
Somebody’s gonna be okay, alright
Here’s a love that heals the anger
Everything I made was dangerous
Here’s a love that feels like anger
All the things I made weren’t strange enough
And I know I’m never gonna make it right
And I know I’m never gonna make it real love
Somebody’s talking when I talk, shut up
Somebody’s walking where I walk, that strut
Somebody’s telling me how much a mind can stand
Somebody must be the same rumor I am
Here’s a love that heals the anger
Everything I made was dangerous
Here’s a love that feels like anger
All the things I made weren’t strange enough
And I know I’m never gonna make it right
And I know I’m never gonna make it real love
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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To Be Real Anymore
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To Be Real Anymore
I got so many things to tell ya, I can’t remember them all
My soul is a sticker on a greenroom wall
A plastic bag in a tree getting filled
With shit from a mythological bird that’s been killed
A bird that’s been killed
The heart is what a dominatrix can’t beat anymore
The heart is what a dominatrix can’t beat anymore
Hell I always thought I had a perfect dream
Hell I always thought I had a perfect scream
A perfect scream
It’s not my job, it’s not my chore, it’s not my fate
It’s not my job, and it’s not my chore
It’s not my fate to be real anymore
People steal poems now, tattoo ’em on their arms
I got into this business thinking no money no harm
But it always finds a way to scar
People thinking fame is where the ideas are
The ideas are
It’s not my job, it’s not my chore, it’s not my fate
It’s not my job, and it’s not my chore
It’s not my fate to be real anymore
And it’s got to be us, it’s got to be only us
Humankind erupts and reality
Is when we can’t escape it
It’s not my job, it’s not my chore, it’s not my fate baby
It’s not my job, and it’s not my chore
It’s not my fate to be real anymore
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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My Better Half
05:51
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My Better Half
My better half waits for me on the street
My better half waits for me in her sleep
My better half waits for me in a dream
Then my better half tells me what it means
My better half she don’t pray for me
My better half she still holy
My better half she gonna give me her share
But my better half better beware
She says my name even though it’s in vain
Oh you’re still my better half babe
My better half she’s always on time
My better half waits for me to decide
My better half knows where my heart is at
And my better half knows better than that
She’ll say you’re true even though she knows you
Haven’t been the better half
My better half she a teacher
My better half she a crazy woman
My better half is a central defender
And my better half better remember
I blew apart the life that we had
So I could get at the better half
I blew apart the life that we had
So I’d get the better half
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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Control
05:23
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Control
Don’t die like a brain, forgetting everything
Die more like a fire, warm quiet desire
The clamor of the world is an exercise of
Control
Just let it go
Control oh no
Don’t make your life a puzzle, you’re bound to lose a piece
Make it more like the front range, easy to see
The clamor of love is an exercise of
Control
So let it go, just let it go
Control oh no
There’s a world you don’t belong in
Oh then there’s the real world
Oh and it ain’t gone kid
Put your shoes on, step into it
Don’t make like a fool, thinking no one understands you
You ain’t special, you’re just human
There’s billions of ’em
The clamor of loss has always been an exercise in cost
Control
Just let it go, just let her go
Control oh no.
Control
Oh control
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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Bloodshot Eyes
04:57
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Bloodshot Eyes
Long does the hustle wanna take my name
Gotta high threshold for psychic pain
But you ain’t my baby now
No, you ain’t my baby now
I’m an everyman in sweat and crisis
Anger is the new inflation, ah Christ
But you ain’t my baby now
No, you ain’t my baby now
Could it be you loved me for myself?
I’m a swearword for the pain I caused ya honey
There’s at least two Cameron’s until there ain’t any
And you ain’t my baby now
No, you ain’t my baby now
Could it be you loved me for myself?
Put a pillow under bloodshot eyes
Oh I put a pillow under bloodshot eyes
Oh I put a pillow under bloodshot eyes
Tonight put a pillow under bloodshot
(Put a pillow under my blood)
They say blood is thicker than water
What is thicker a son or a daughter?
But you ain’t my baby now
No, you ain’t my baby now
Could it be you loved me for myself?
Put a pillow under bloodshot eyes
Oh I put a pillow under bloodshot eyes
Oh I put a pillow under bloodshot eyes
Tonight, put a pillow under bloodshot eyes
(Put a pillow under my blood)
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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Concubines
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Concubines
I am a hooker for real love
I’m in trouble now, don’t know who to fight
You say that I’m selling Van Gogh’s
Oh and just like Lowell, My mind’s not right
Maybe I’ll listen to your mouth, but I won’t believe it
I’m your concubine (won’t you bring me my)
You say bring me my
Concubines (won’t you bring me my)
Bring me my
Love is a division of labor
I see your face everywhere, everywhere I fear it
So begins my life with these strangers
I changed my name to yours so I’d still hear it
Maybe I’ll listen to your mouth, but I won’t believe it
I’m your concubine (won’t you bring me my)
You say bring me my
Concubines (won’t you bring me my)
Bring me my concubines
I don’t know why, or what I want from
You / don’t know why, or what I want from
You / don’t know why, or what I want from you
I’m your concubine (won’t you bring me my)
You say bring me my
Concubines (won’t you bring me my)
You say bring me my
Concubines (won’t you bring me my)
You say bring me my
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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Breaking All The Love I Have
I’m not religious man, but I’ve gotta soul
If God were this beer, I’d drink him whole
And the gospel choir’s not enough anymore
No, the gospel choir’s not enough anymore
My baby bought me these little worry dolls
I put ’em under my pillow when the worry calls
It calls to me now, I’ve occasion to say
I blew up my life just to see it that way
And I’m breaking all the love I have
I’m breaking all the love I have for you
Oh holy moly it’s disconcerting
We drove the famine walk my feet are hurtin’
And the birds and blue sky and the sun are up good
And the birds and blue sky and the sun are up good
This is the slow war of happiness
The deeper part of life is in your stomach
And I don’t know why I’m conditioned that way
I don’t know why I’m conditioned that way
To be breaking all the love I have
Breaking all the love I have for you
Oh everything I love is
Not everything I love
I’ve been someone I just couldn’t like
Being scared of everyone’s an innovation of mine
Breaking all the love I have
Breaking all the love I have
I’m breaking all the love I have for you
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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First Penny Of My Empire
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First Penny Of My Empire
I almost never think of you
Oh it’s all I used to do
They say worry makes the man
But I don’t think that’s what I am
I moved away from everyone
Thought I’d make solitude count
And no one wrote to me or called
So that is what I wrote about
Our love was something
Easy money or hard wisdom
Your strange devotion
All the ages and ages unknown
You’re the first penny of my empire
My life philosophy is tough
Cause all I wanna do is work
But I was never mean enough
For this business not to hurt
Our love was something
Easy money or hard wisdom
Your strange devotion
All the ages and ages unknown
Our love was something
Our love was something good
Our love was something
Easy money or hard wisdom
Your strange devotion
All the ages and ages unknown
Our love was something
Our love was something good
You’re the first penny of my empire
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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Attention
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Attention
I don’t wanna pay attention to the news anymore
Even though I’m versatile and resistant
I don’t wanna pay attention to the lies anymore
The world over’s a History Channel war
I don’t wanna pay attention to the money anymore
If businesses are people, what am I for?
I need to find the stairs and climb in the door
Through my solitude to sanity and more
I don’t wanna fall asleep or sleep anymore
My dreams are graveyards of sharp shadows
I don’t wanna like anything anymore
Your need making shame of my desires
I don’t wanna be a citizen anymore
Where my eyes become dry media
I don’t wanna be a citizen anymore
Where my eyes become dry media
Now I know that it’s true that I never loved you
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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I'm Gonna Blow Up
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I’m Gonna Blow Up
I may be broke, it’s just a little bruising
Maybe I’m lost, it’s just a little losing
However the cost may be accumulated
There are not drugs for how from me you faded
I may be sad, but it’s the pilot light of happy
Maybe I’ve been had, or I’m just somebody’s having
However the cost may be over-inflated
There are not drugs for how from me you faded
Away, in the mines of memory
I’ll ask you if you’re coming with me
I’m feeding on a firefly, firefly’s lungs
And I’m gonna blow up
Maybe I lied, it’s just a little lying
Maybe I came, it’s just a little dying
However the cost may be frustrated
There are not drugs for how from me you faded
Away, in the mines of memory
I’ll ask you if you’re coming with me
I’m feeding on a firefly, firefly’s lungs
And I’m gonna blow up
I’m feeding on a firefly, firefly’s lungs
And I’m gonna blow up
© Cameron McGill, Nervous Breakdown Ditties (BMI)
℗ Post-Important 2022
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The Widow Cameron Moscow, Idaho
Cameron McGill is a songwriter currently living in Moscow, ID. For nearly two decades, he has quietly carved out a place for his unsettling and darkly romantic songs. His most recent album is 2013's Gallows Etiquette. He was a member of Margot & The Nuclear So and So’s from 2009-2014. He has released two poetry collections: Meridians (Willow Springs Books) & In the Night Field (Augury Books). ... more
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