1. |
night swimming
04:04
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2. |
saturday
03:07
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3. |
where to go
03:25
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levers
everything around me is a blur
I slow
I feel I'm nothing on my own
oh the circuits blown
my arms are out
lower
level with the sea I get so sick with grief
mountains sprung up in your yard
now the city is hard to stroll
lovely
all the darkest places hide the precious stones
cave womb and sea unassumingly create and hold
really
I can lose my bearings in between the songs
my dizzy summaries
birds that borrow trees and make their presence known
wonder
could you say you thought of me to someone?
I wear contritions frown
and I'll never come around
haven't want to be around anymore
I am
hiding in the basement of my storied soul
I don't know where else to go
where else to go?
no where else to go
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4. |
good fiction
03:26
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5. |
records back
02:47
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oh i put my hours in
oh i kept the minutes
i documented it
my experience
now I'm bored with the elements and my own wordiness
I wrote the very last page and i threw the book away
and with hope
you'll never see me again
never see me again
oh i got my records back
oh i got my records back
weather is changing again and my mind is too
now you're always out of state
i'm me minus you
never see me again
never see me again
oh i got my records back
oh i got my records back
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6. |
waterlogged
03:46
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7. |
train and a station
04:56
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8. |
on
05:35
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9. |
fog
03:22
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10. |
long island
03:55
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the city and the ocean
shoulder to shoulder
they lean into each other
at high tide
the city's so effected by the moody sea
you have all the power don't you
said she
wanting for me
I can feel your hands on my shore
reaching for me
leaving all your favorite stones
jealous sand and concrete
you're so seemly free
things float on you
and they move into me
you're always out and about
well I'm happy here
just watching how
the light is changing you my dear
wanting for me
I can feel your hands on my shore
bring me good things
leaving all your favorite stones
call them my own
like they're my own
call them my own
like you're my own
like you're my own
call you my own
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11. |
day is over
05:01
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he said it's easy you can stay up late with me
i'm not gonna go
till you give
at least show me part
of that crumbling heart
he said it's easy
you don't have to really know just what you mean
i said i've got to make it better
less like stumbling
and the day is over
the day is over now
i'd explain it to you
you would understand if only you could care
i know when i am wanted and i know when to lay low
the day is over
the day is over now
i trouble myself with the memories that most rattle me
i reverse them so i make a stranger kind of melody
that brings you closer
close enough somehow
and the day is over
day is over now
i pull in to get away from that horrible quiet sound
hearing nothing interacting with a vapor
with a dark cloud
oh it brings me closer
close enough somehow
and the day is over
the day is over now
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12. |
new wine (70)
07:07
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all alone
all alone
all we learn on our own
how to use what we know on a dime
in the house no one calls
phone is tethered to a wall
I will throw a record on for old times
in my heart there’s a place
you have come before
how come you don’t come anymore?
this room gets so cold
and I’m scared sometimes
but I’ll be fine
I hold a thought of you in place
and when the earth turns its face
colors ache across an icy sky
bittersweet my old friend
it’s the holidays again
suits me like an outgrown lullaby
though we fit together
love I do know better
then to call another living thing mine
we’re not long here staying
only truth is we’re changing
we decide to erode or shine
clouds will drift away
nothing stays the same
like seeing for first time
a baby’s cry
turns to a grown man’s smile
leaves to lose and find his way
in the end in the end
all our homeless wandering
reveals the grandeur of a heart’s floor plan
now is when it begins to get good if we can
hold each moment like a lovers hand
it will slip away nothing stays the same
the grape lets go of the vine
winter snow makes the water fall
the fruit becomes new wine
all alone all alone
all we learn on our own
what is left after a long hard cry
where are you my old friend
it’s the holidays again
suits me like an outgrown lullaby
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