1. |
Summer Untitled (Ferns)
03:08
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Uncertain
but the breeze is blowing inward
If I pull the ferns all around myself it the same if they're wide open
My mind is restless
if I sit in my car maybe I'll find respite
From the running around from the heat of the day
Stoplights and mirrors
Punctuate the green run against the grain that I
Can't find out how to hold on to that I can't let pass forgotten
So unrelenting
But the street's still quite just like it's meant to me
Guess it's part of the run to feel so uncertain of who I am and who I'm
Meant to be, to be
You know you sound so, goddamn conceded
And even though I, might like to quit oh no I just can't get away
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2. |
3549
02:21
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I lose my composure
When I'm looking at the image
3549
But I can't wait
To get back on those waves
But I can't so long as I'm just staring here
at 3549
151 of 763
And this one's the one that got me
I think that you once said
When we're both long dead
Someone would find it and say
3549 within you what secrets do you hide
I just want to know who that beautiful girl is
and if she lives on inside
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3. |
Bells
03:41
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I know where to go
It's easy to show me
On your way
Help
Help someone else
Help me get out
It's good for your heath
Keeps the doctor away
Press pattern roses asleep on the shelf
A porcelain jesus just waiting to sell
Betting on horses will bring you no wealth
But you'll still find him there at the bars all night
And he knows to go home but never at night
He says: get me a doctor 'cause I'm going down
I've got foot prints in vodka all over this town
Tell me I'm alright that it's day and not night
That I'll wake up tomorrow to endless, sunlight
I know they see me
I pick a center stool
My, money's not worth it
I'll pay it with soup
made by you
I've had enough of this card game
I'm lousy and counting and I can't play
So I'll sit in this fountain 'til my headaches away
All of my life I've been waiting to say
I've found what I'm here for now I'm here to stay
Said come down with me and have a handshake
We'll split it for three that's all that we'll take
My girl says I oughta get my priorities straight
But soon I'm so crooked I won't know
Which way is up
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4. |
Ipomoea Alba
02:55
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Tell the angel who's weeping by your door
That I digress as progress sweeps along across the floor
As each satanic whispering around me makes the sound
Of minds outliving lives defying time they echo on
And I still can't face my fear of the dark
And I hunt down new addictions on a lark
The tendrils vines are breeding, seeding in the wind
I stop and look around myself and loose myself again
As a gaping hole of wonder, swallows, hollow at the fore
And I begin to feel my life away sil-slipping evermore
So I'm staring at the pieces in a book
Of the songs I meant to write but only took
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5. |
Red Machine
02:30
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She breaths the way a car starts
When it's old or you're in her heart
And it's not that it's unwarranted
To be this sad when it happens
It's just wishing something never seems to work
The dark parts of the waterways
If and when we happen to stray that way
Are foggy in the head I am telling you
If I could I would be telling you
I just can't find a way that makes sense to say
Bikes and barefoot travel plans
It almost feels like High School again
Jameson and the hardy ones
Will brave the rain to shoot our guns
It still seems like an excuse to just get wet
Dream of things like Red Machines
Dropping us off at the periphery
Flowers live the ground's not frozen
Pay the hail fly we must begin again
I remind myself the heat's a week away
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6. |
Just My Luck
03:19
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Here comes the rain again
Seeping in my morning
And oh
Ain't that my luck
that's just my luck
I'm leaking out my chimney
The walls so unforgiving
And oh
Don't you know
I sure don't know
Sunday hours have came and went
The grey outlasts the darkness
But hey
That's okay
I know your face
Better than anyone
The light that's borne of softness
It holds the night so listless
For eyes shot full of stars
And minds
Who seek to behold
Now fog comes in on cats feet
and metal sings so sweetly
When held by a guitar
While I'm being here
Just
Seeing here
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I've got a little bird lives in a little nest
The hours of the fire flames are burning below as it rests
I fold my knees into my heart and press my palms in the wet bark
and every time the branches burn oh come on burn me closer now
I've got this feeling that the past never happened
That memories and who I was are gone to never again
I am a paper plane riding on the weather although progress never can be made we're separate forever
I'm gonna try and fly straight now
Agust in the wind and I'm feeling kinda slim and I
I've got a reason to quit
As far as I know and I
Can feel it draining out of
My loose skin
Gon' get away gon leave today
I'm not in the business of looking back
When I look on ahead I see staring at me my own face in the sheets of swirling snow
The wind it breaks on the mountain tops
In the traps of the world in Siberia
The footprints left behind of me are getting scared of me, scared of me wandering away from home
each step I take into the deep unknown is my own and I'll waste it away
away away away away
Even when I think that it's as good as all your shit, baby, oh no, it isn't it
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
I've got a fire in my gut keeps my throat lit
But every line that's coming up just sounds just like total shit
Now I'm looking for a cure for bleach stains bleach stains
The clouds and I are all the same can't sneeze can't rain
I've got a little bird laying in a little bed
Tossing and a-turning with flames in his little head
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