1. |
No Exit
02:13
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He felt for his collar then lightly touched his head.
Matting down stray hairs he asked me, again and again,
all about beginnings and even more so the end.
Consumed by the weight of time in relation to a grain of sand.
No beginnings or endings.
I'm singing to render a piece of what I used to be.
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2. |
Overdue
02:58
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It’s like any other room though you can’t help but feel ashamed.
It’s like any other truth, yet you can’t quite seem to explain to anyone.
The pull of something so far asking you, “where do you think you are?” You look at your scuffed up shoes and your hands as they shake.
I want to bear it all where the fault lines meet
in the messy middle of brick and mortar crumbling
Where do I fit into empires and failed states?
Should I concern myself with ancient courts and fuzzy dates?
I can’t seem to find myself when I go back in time.
So I shrug my shoulders, hold my breath and wait.
I want to bear it all where the fault lines meet
in the messy middle of brick and mortar crumbling.
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3. |
Times the Pain
02:29
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How many times the pain?
Can you count it on your fingers?
Was it blood or sweat? It was all the same.
Now it’s just a storage unit. Couldn’t tell you what that means.
And how many times in vain
have you tried to describe how it felt inside?
Why it was worth the pain.
Now it’s just a storage unit. Couldn’t tell you what that means.
Now it’s just a supermarket where people buy such mundane things.
How many times the pain?
Divide it by the years, plus the distance.
Tell me does it hit the same?
Cover it up. Paint the rust. The spirit still haunts us.
It will never be enough. It’s where you found your name.
Now it’s just a storage unit. Couldn’t fathom such a thing.
Now it’s just a place for parking. It used to mean so much to me.
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4. |
Heaven
02:57
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Heaven knows. Heaven don’t know anything about sympathy.
They just hate me. If they really knew, like you say they do.
They’d make the flowers bloom. No more leaves would fall.
I’d be in heaven.
I just want to float with my face faced up at the sun. It's beaming.
I just want to float toward a torch in the sky that is slowly dying before me.
Hurry. Where are you? I think the water’s cool.
This heat has got me beat straight from my head to feet, but it’ll turn around. When the clouds roll through, like they always do, we’ll take it to the streets. We’ll raise our arms and preach. We’ll kick and scream out.
I just want to float with my face faced up at the sun. It's beaming.
I just want to float toward a torch in the sky that is slowly dying before me.
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5. |
Capsized
03:27
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Slunk into bed as the sun came up. New morning light diffused
through a crooked blind giving me side eye like a smile missing a tooth.
No lover’s gonna put a picture of me in their locket.
Only truth I ever had was the ticket in my pocket.
And Barry, who saw me heading down fourth like a rocket.
Where was Vishal? He was dressed like a cow.
He promised to look after me somehow.
We were both unsung in the middle of the night.
Two passing ships capsized by our their appetites.
So I hopped a fence just before dawn.
I went to a donut shop and listened to a man go on and on about some things I’d rather forget. We drove to the beach and we sat in a truck.
Talked about some things that just didn’t add up.
He called me a narc and he didn’t think twice.
As I sat there and stared I thought about how he was probably right.
It’s in my blood. It’s on my skin.
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6. |
Bones
04:26
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Take a look. Burn it at both ends.
Take a long walk. Watch my latitude bend.
Hang around. Wait for the other shoe to drop.
Hoping for something to come so all your problems will be solved.
All things come to pass. Nothing stays. No one lasts.
There is beauty in the sadness that refracts when the light lays on what has passed.
Summer blinked first and hid behind the hill.
Sure feels like time's a snake slipping right through a sill.
I wouldn't pick your bones if I could only make amends.
If I could see the forrest for the trees then I'd finally be like them.
All things come to pass. Nothing stays. No one lasts.
There is beauty in the sadness that refracts when the light lays on what has passed.
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7. |
Vincent Thomas Bridge
02:04
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Sanguine sun had sunk under sunken city streets.
Blue lights led me home over waters that they leased.
I don’t know what’s down there.
No, I don’t know what’s down there.
Everybody stayed just a little bit too long.
Now we’re sitting in this state and I’m thinking of a song.
And I don’t care what’s out there. I don’t care what’s out there.
I just want to go home. Parking lots and telephones are
no comfort in the least. Weary am I of overthinking it.
Here I thought it all was a dream. Got a Moloch chasing
me in my sleep. Got to get to high water.
So I can float away from this scene.
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8. |
End Times Manual
04:04
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Today I stumbled out of bed.
It's summer somewhere inside my head.
Spread the pieces out on the floor and try to make sense of it.
Heart is linked to this place.
Far as I can tell, as of late, my frequency is lost
somewhere in outer space.
Wax and wane for me. Eighty degrees.
Crack the door and breathe. Sigh. Relief.
No sense of what is right or wrong.
An end times manual written inside us all.
Colored by the smell of fall if you can recall.
You're young and you want to leave.
You're obliged to stay by apathy.
Another world is waiting. Just you wait and see.
Wax and wane for me. Eighty degrees.
Crack the door and breathe. Sigh. Relief.
Dream a dream that's far away. Holler back at yesterday.
Watch a bird fly away and wonder what if that was me.
Tonight I'll stumble into bed. Stuff the pieces
back inside my head.
Wait for the fog to lift while I play dead.
Wax and wane for me. Eighty degrees.
Crack the door and breathe. Sigh. Relief.
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9. |
Seashore
03:07
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Double back around the parking lot.
Can’t believe it, are we really lost?
Is that ghost still following you?
Tap my finger on the steering wheel.
Anything to distract from how the static feels.
Are you sinking in?
If you’re looking for seashells on the seafloor.
They all washed up along the seashore.
If you find a light let it fill your lungs.
If losing love is like a window into your heart
then finding love is like turning on a light in the dark.
Everybody sees the warm glow.
You can take that light and make it bend.
Sure, you’ll never be sad again, but you’ll never
learn how to walk home in the dark.
If you’re looking for seashells on the seafloor.
They all washed up along the seashore.
If you find a light let it fill your lungs.
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Whether it’s out there in the offing.
Or under the cool shade of a tree.
Maybe it’s hanging in the ether.
Slowly descending, endlessly.
He told me, “put down the shovel.”
I was digging my own grave before I’d even died.
Lit a match to watch it burn.
Felt nothing and swelled with pride.
Feelings come and feelings go. It is hard to love yourself.
Just as sure as the wind blows. It can be hard to love yourself.
Paddled out through dark blue water.
Turned to catch the sun draped ridge.
Headed in after an hour.
The whole ocean sparkled like gold.
Feelings come and feelings go. It is hard to love yourself.
Just as sure as the wind blows. It can be hard to love yourself.
It can be hard to love yourself.
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