1. |
Particular Pace
04:15
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“Particular Pace”
I’ll be hanging with the trees
you’ll be outside of my leaves
we can talk again next winter
whistle Dixie for the crows
feel the ground and decompose
grab my limb and get a splinter
lost your watch but found your way
woke up late again today
burned your hand and got a blister
read the news and checked the date
slow it down it’s not a race
back and forth just take the picture
penmanships the native tongue
feed the pigeons and the doves
runny nose your fingers shiver
I’ll be blowing in the breeze
you’ll be outside of my reach
we can talk again next winter
with no particular pace
with no particular pace today
weathers great let’s misbehave
tear our clothes and carve our names
we can talk again next winter
I read the news and checked the date
slowed it down it’s not a race
back and forth just take the picture
out of ink and in the trash
aluminum and broken glass
fresh cut flowers near the window
penmenships the native tongue
ror the pigeons and the doves
runny nose your fingers shiver
with no particular pace
with no particular pace today
with no particular pace
with no particular pace today
come find me
upside down
out of tune
broken sound
renew, renew again
renew, renew again
renew, renewed again
renew, renew again
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2. |
Primary Colors
04:19
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"Primary Colors"
honestly the surroundings here
give me something to think on
a fuzzy scene made of grey-scale shapes
you dream the colors of this song
some memories that your stuck between
washed clean of their detail
ideas bleed over blurried seams
stumble blindly through though trails
and honestly the surroundings here
give me something to think on
a fuzzy scene made of grey-scale shapes
you dream the colors of this song
some memories that your stuck between
washed clean of their detail
ideas bleed over blurried seams
stumble blindly down though trails
we're working with
primary colors
you picture this
in blue, and red, and yellow
as far from town as you want to be
ten minute drive it will take us
the present scene won't be trapped or caught
ran once before and you lost trust
I don't think we're equipped to see
color broken from spectrum
tucked inside a metal container
where they know you can't find them
as far from town as you want to be
ten minute drive it will take us
the present scene won't be trapped or caught
ran once before and you lost trust
I don't think I'm equipped to see
color broken from spectrum
tucked inside a metal container
where they know you won't find them
and it feels like
it feels just like I'm cheating
and it feels like
it feels like
we're working with
primary colors
you picture this
in blue, and red, and yellow
we're working with
primary colors
you'll picture this
in blue, and red, and yellow
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3. |
Ghost Notes
02:31
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"Ghost Notes"
ghost notes at the bottom of this conversation
dropped my keys and phone against the rough pavement
screen's cracked but I still can hear alright
string of words that I think I've used before
can't think of another creative way to twist it
you feel safe locked behind your bedroom door
I don't think that I'm ever gonna change that
above bellow
can anybody hear me
these strings ghost notes
they don't work in theory
thrift store guitars and improvised drum sets
the kids are looking for a sound they haven't herd yet
ghost in the woods will you come out
string of words and I found a new ending
think I found a creative way to twist it
it's swelling up just keep on pretending
the truth seems the only thing you wanna mess with
above bellow
can anybody hear me
these strings ghost notes
they don't work in theory
they don't work in theory
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4. |
Radio Song
02:19
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"Radio Song"
magnetic tape and frame rates
boombox after hours in an empty space
catch a show all alone on the main stage, yeah
getting hyped for the drop of the mix-tape
lord knows that I wanna be the next Drake
slide humble, outside still plays fake
and I hear every sound on the radio
just wanna know what you're into
and I hear every sound on the radio
just wanna know what you're into
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5. |
Chain-Link Fence
04:13
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"Chain-Link Fence"
and if you're not careful
you'll spend your whole life climbing fences
and it's not what you paid for
but the right eye sees what the left cant now its permanent
roof tiles and thumb tacks
blood blister from the chain-link fence
asphalt and black cats
tear your shirt at the top where they cut it
and if you're not careful
you'll spend your whole life digging ditches
and that's not what you signed up for
a jaded heart, some callus palms, and a workers pension
thought the words now you speak them
burned the roof of my mouth when I spoke it
let's find a box you can preach from
the soils rich, let's break this ground, and snap the tension
knuckles grip through holes in the chain-link
fingers pierce woven steel, it's twisted and coiled
roof tiles and thumb tacks
blood blister from the chain-link fence
asphalt and black cats
tear your shirt at the top where they cut it
roof tiles and thumb tacks
blood blister from the chain-link fence
asphalt and black cats
tear your shirt at the top where they cut it
roof tiles, scotch tape, thumbtacks
asphalt, a stolen lighter, blacks cats
roof tiles, scotch tape, thumbtacks
asphalt, a stolen lighter, blacks cats
holes in the street packed with gravel
drainage ditch overrun with weeds
a grocery bag held taught to the fence as the wind presses against it
bits of broken headlights
scattered, scattered
sun-baked plastic, its all fake decay
rain soaked cardboard mixed with construction sounds
noises of pollution
birds sing to the nature
nature has its own movement
fences put down to separate
a chain-link ladder, a chain-link fence
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6. |
Neighbor's Yard
03:11
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"Neighbor's Yard"
it's the everlasting ultimatum
a self sustaining tired eardrum
violin strings played for pyramid schemes
long words from an older bible
a broken tower and a language we can't understand
cooling fountain, warm colors, and desert sands
fill it up, pack the trunk, let's hit the open road
empty wine bottles, stolen mobile phones
keep the rod I'll take the fish
half a gram short and a broken wrist
it didn't happen but it's still written down
home-schooled fossil fuels in a small town
it's the everlasting ultimatum, said that
a self sustaining tired eardrum
violin strings played for pyramid schemes
long words form a really, really old bible
and like a seed coming up from the underground
or like a child raised up tall under clouds
beat up pickup truck
parked crooked in your neighbor's yard
and like a child coming up from the underground
or like a seed raised up tall under clouds
beat up pickup truck
still parked wacky and crooked in your neighbor's lawn
old growth forest versus new ministries
poisoned blankets traded in for a set of gold teeth
caught on film but it didn't get developed
Uncle Sam's asleep, so is Mother Nature
split the pack of Newport's, nineties Cadillac
forget about the times we spent hanging out before the internet
spoiled fruit served to rotten people
I don't mind the pinch, I just can't stand the needle
and like a seed coming up from the underground
or like a child raised up tall under clouds
beat up pickup truck
parked crooked up in your neighbor's yard
and like a child coming up from the underground
or like a seed raised up tall under clouds
beat up pickup truck
still parked wacky and crooked up in your neighbor's yard, lawn
they still there
they still there
crooked and wacky
crooked and wacky
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7. |
Alright Okay
02:53
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"Alright Okay"
alright okay
apathetic altruism or patriotic patriotism and
sink your teeth into the apple that you paid for
songs sung not as often when they rhyme less
choosing language over pictures, cause to misconception
right handed leftist sneak into the press section
bloody nose from the space heater
broken clock above the sleeper sofa
steamer truck passed up, generational let down
overdose on gasoline, bus stop amphetamine
invasive alchemist killing home grown agriculture
historic snake oil worth less than what you paid for
brown out, upcharge, cash cow in the sandbox
rich ass banker buying boats for the landlocked
I don't know words, but I sure know how to speak them
I don't know people, so I fake it when I greet them
oh my god I can't stand it
swimmin round with the likes of the lion fish
spillin wine in the Lexus
give some pocket change, voluntary left hand
what a mess, thought we planned this
prescription drugs and some gold designer glasses
sugar ants in the cabinet
I got a lot of things and all of them are plastic
poor broke college kid at least you learned economics
business majors you can stand up, environmentalist you can sit the fuck down
and I'll tell you what you can do though, you can um, you can
cast your vote for the chosen leader
centimeters, centigrade, underworked overachievers
asexual reproduction, bought by
transcontinental wire transfers
WiFi passwords made from short hand abbreviation
lost dogs and gem stones brought home without investigation
border town drama with misplaces ambition
determining my moral code on a set of old inscriptions
Wikipedia in binary, postcards from libraries
double blind study carried out by big tobacco
indicator species, canary in the coal mine
I don't care for the truth I'll take the cancer and the tan lines
oh my god I can't stand this
runnin round with the likes of the lion fish
spillin wine in the Lexus
spend some pocket change, voluntary left hand
what a mess, thought we planned this
prescription drugs and some gold designer glasses
sugar ants in the cabinet
I got a lot of friends and all of them are plastic
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8. |
See Through
03:29
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“See Through”
window panes lined with plastic water bottles,
you only took a few sip's out of them
brand name but you bought the floor model,
standing guard by the sliding glass door
I've got some cash on my card
got some room in the garage
I cut your picture out,
with my scrapbook scissors
everything's filled with holes
everything is see through
everything's filled with holes
I guess I'm see through too now
warm light fills a mason jar,
sorry I didn't see it sooner
I heard the birds from the neighbor's yard,
calling out from the sliding glass door
I saw the bed sheets breath
I felt the floorboards scream
I pulled the story out,
from a work of fiction
everything's filled with holes
everything is see through
everything's filled with holes
I guess I'm see through too now
everything's filled with holes
everything is see through
everything's filled with holes
I guess I'm see through too now
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9. |
Queen's Lodge
02:23
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"Queen's Lodge"
Queen's Lodge motel and apartment building
cracked incandescent street lamps near turnpikes
I got a nondescript place that I'm telling you you should spend the night
where the waters warm, and the chemicals they flow out like poison
where the girls have boys, and the boys they have their husbands
meet Captain Jack, he can get you high tonight
there's Beth and Susie too, they'll share the room if the price is right
Art Deco brickwork and neon signage
inside the nights are long and security is violent
Queen's Lodge motel and apartment building
humidity and make believe
they sell powders made from strange trees
your Addereall it's the same thing
I walk through the mall on pain pills
laundromat district with the artist and the hipsters
there's a lovely girl that walks the street in a sequined miniskirt
so play nice and stay humble
keep your business out the alley
only drink dark beer from a bar called O'Shea's or O'Maley's
guest arrive and it's usually minus their luggage
whispers out front broken up by the plants near the guardrail
Queen's Lodge motel and apartment building
if these walls could talk, they'd probably speak in Spanish
if these walls could talk, they'd share secrets of hidden indiscretion
if these walls could talk, they'd ask for a pack of cigarettes
if these walls could talk, they'd scold the new tenants
if these walls could talk, they'd tweet about what they've seen
if these walls could talk
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10. |
Crooked Straight
02:00
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"Crooked Straight"
it's the purpose
it's an art
it's the purpose
it's an art
the purpose of meditation to attain divine grace
once this grace has been attained in a measure
it takes over our experience and lives our life
preform those things which are given us to do
make the crooked places straight
we no longer live by bread alone
but by the inner grace
it's the purpose
it's an art
it's an art
the purpose
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11. |
Line Spacing
02:40
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"Line Spacing"
landline and paper maps
pieces from the past
breezeway, desire paths
easy, let it pass
I wrote you a letter
I picked out the typeface
you're taking my sweater
I'm packing a suitcase
this house is a burden
it's windows are airways
linoleum tile
it's cracking, it's sun-baked
backdraft and postage stamps
headline, reading lamps
loose change, a yellow cab
far out, get some rest
I wrote you a letter
I picked out the typeface
you're taking my sweater
I'm packing a suitcase
this house is a burden
it's windows are airways
linoleum tile
it's cracking, it's sun-baked
single spaced, double spaced
single spaced, double spaced
double spaced, double spaced
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12. |
Say Goodnight
02:32
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"Say Goodnight"
grind your heels into the sheets
grit your teeth and get some sleep this evening
counting sheep
restless feet in a tangled heap
a cotton blend, a mystery unwoven
fraying at the seams
brightest colors, muted light
let's say goodnight
say goodnight
coiled strings stand in line
hold me up hide my lies unspoken
rusting metal wires
signal lost to the in-between
broadcast to an empty screen
the viewers ask what does it mean
under squeaking fans and tangled sheets unwoven
fraying at the seams
they're muted colors
they're lacking light
let's say goodnight
let's say goodnight
let's say goodnight
let's say goodnight
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Mild Wild Florida
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