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Work
02:50
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i drag the mornings out
still searching for answers in the house.
i watch her wander from room to room,
she knows nothing will happen if it wont happen soon.
i don't want to let her down,
but i hardly earned my name let alone that crown.
everyone i know is trying to do something holy;
i heard the earth say to itself "you will not hold me".
all alone i feel that song rise in my throat.
lord know i could never hit those notes.
all i ask for is somewhere peaceful to stand
the work i was given will destroy my hands.
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2. |
All Alone
03:38
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space heaters and christmas lights,
the cold comes in under the door.
fall asleep under television bright,
can't carry the dream anymore.
so i emerge in the frozen night,
wearing all my warmest clothes.
and i know if i had to,
i could survive out here all alone.
that task i've been neglecting,
i was once so eager to complete.
i guess it was always just a notion,
married to the invention of a need.
so i emerge in the frozen night,
wearing all my warmest clothes.
and i know if i had to,
i could survive out here all alone.
all the graceless ambition,
i still want so bad to do something good.
always exchanging my station,
now just saving up for a flood.
if i emerge in the morning light,
standing right where i should,
i'll know i was never right.
the feeling persist on it's own.
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3. |
This Part of Town
02:19
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fog horns outline the buildings,
i stand out here trying to center my weight.
i found that thing still breathing,
all i could do was return it to it's cave.
i don't recognize this part of town,
parking lots fill with the summer crowd.
now i still hold the means,
to deny the connection to the continuous dream.
and all that time we used to waste,
claiming our beauty was tied to our pain.
circling black birds move up our street,
don't utter the words the darkness loves to repeat.
i don't recognize this part of town,
darkness falls without making a sound.
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4. |
Old Design
03:38
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i found the courage to get lost the other night,
two warm jackets and a flashlight.
how the branches all tore my face,
torn by faith all misplace.
i heard my family try to get through to me,
voices lost in the tall trees.
how the shadows all shape the path,
held by limbs that refuse to grow back.
we used to speak so brave,
i lost track of time in this place.
we used to speak all day,
i haven't begun to explain.
new ice forms down here in the mud.
now i'm tied to distillations of love.
our old pursuit of clarity,
what bright leaves it left on me.
the old ideas might bloom from time to time,
but not fill the space they left in our minds.
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5. |
Went Dark
02:56
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we can learn a new language,
work in the garden after work.
try to organize the symptoms,
i can't seem to bury the thirst.
and i can't ignore the silence,
almost everyone i know is gone.
but those songs we used to lean against,
i can't believe they stuck around so long.
i never meant to go dark,
i thought the signal would stay in one spot.
no i never meant to go dark,
become the useless tune that floats in your heart.
i try to understand the difference,
i try to stay awake all day.
while voices i've granted substance
stand in the yard begging me to play.
we can dance through the fear,
breaking bread in the gathering dusk.
we can burn through the year,
hanging by these mechanisms of luck.
i never meant to go dark,
i thought the signal would stay in one spot.
no i never meant to go dark,
become the useless tune that floats in your heart.
i will come home and remember how to speak,
drown the ash cloud that surrounds me.
i will come home and remember how to speak,
drown the ash cloud in your singing.
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6. |
Old Design Pt. 2
03:40
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i can hear the wind that speaks through the pines
you and me down here still changing our minds.
i am stuck inside the old design,
bending with these words that bend all the time.
bound by the earth or what it brings forth.
bound by what we've seen and by what we've heard.
though these forms may limit us so much,
i hold onto my song i hold onto my love.
i'll not leave the island for weeks,
bury my fate down under her keep,
and watch the change of what we can or cannot see.
it means more each time it repeats.
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7. |
Ugly Difference
01:32
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i sampled the famous delusion.
i wrote my name above a few lines,
when i wanted so bad to be included
in the word and in the times.
i used to challenge the ugly difference
between a wrong and a right.
now i stay home and just listen,
if i don't say (know) nothing i don't have to lie.
prepared to go on not knowing.
try to look strong, keep every window glowing.
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8. |
Narrowing World
02:45
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i'm reading fortunes while everyone still sleeps,
those fragile forms leaning out over the street,
the broad leaves still heavy with dew,
there are these fragments i've yet to arrange for you.
so i walk downtown on my day off
just trying to notice where my breath joins the fog.
and on my shoulders i'd carry our girl,
we'd move so large against our narrowing world.
and i'd like to hold that truth for awhile.
let the future bloom as in the eyes of a child.
we'll try to pretend we understand our fates,
and go on gathering all we love in one place.
but i will be just a vessel today,
if there are still these spirits that will work for their pay.
and we'll let the wisdom of the age start to swirl
and move so large against our narrowing world.
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9. |
First to Know
03:26
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we will climb the stairs to our little home,
i will fill the kettle and turn on the stove.
should i take more than i can keep,
you will be there to remind me.
to work all day without speaking a word
will make you feel like some kind of flightless bird.
i don't want to be grounded if i don't know what it means.
with my head in your hand we will define this dream.
i'll meet you on the bus
after work.
we will sit in the back
where the heaters blow.
i won't ask for much
something to call my own,
so if your love goes bad
i want to be the first to know.
maintain the suspension of disbelief.
unify the vision keep the house clean.
hold me through these forgetful times.
who will say what's yours who will say what's mine.
i'll meet you on the bus
after work.
we will sit in the back
where the heaters blow.
i won't ask for much
something to call my own,
so if your love goes bad
i want to be the first to know.
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10. |
Hundred More Times
03:01
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11. |
Something Bad
03:33
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i remember all those happy parties
we fought so hard to escape.
crashing through the flashing darkness
as the sound just died in the street.
i used up all my blessings
just trying to answer on my own.
i guess there was some kind of message
i just never heard our names (songs) songs (names)
something bad is going to happen
it's going to happen real soon
won't you keep me company
through these crowded rooms.
tried to purify the motive
just to prove that i understand.
now the world is so persuasive
may we never learn to make plans.
just forget what we've done
or gave up trying to prove.
craft new figures from dust
and try to teach them that tune.
something bad is going to happen
it's going to happen real soon.
won't you keep me company
as the mountain swallows the moon.
i know what i'm supposed to do,
i know how easy it is.
but these worlds we service
are just beginning to exist.
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Well Water Anacortes, Washington
No frills adult-contempo from a room in Anacortes.
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