1. |
Paralyzed
03:20
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Press play, anything.
It’s a paralyzing state
or so I’m told.
I can’t feel the sun.
Does this mean I have begun
to lose my wits?
I’m a well of thoughts
leaking still and each new block
can’t stop the spill.
Sickness took my heart
does this mean I have to start
getting better?
Now there’s time
for you to keep your mind.
I’ve lost mine:
dark days, but bright nights.
Your fingers lost their touch.
I’ll wait, but not that much.
Won’t wait ‘till I wake up,
‘cause time is just a crutch,
it’s too much.
My legs bend and shake.
Does this mean I have to take
this all to heart?
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2. |
Grass is Greener
04:06
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I’m asking things of you that you don’t even know.
Offer up what you can, old soul.
Each reaction has a cause, each ripple has a drop.
Every start must have a stop.
When can I begin if this won’t ever end?
Oh love let go. My heart, my soul.
Each reaction has a cause, each ripple has a drop.
Every start must have a stop.
Don’t slow down, don’t even take a breath.
I need some sleep, I need to get some rest.
Don’t slow down, don’t even take a breath.
I need some sleep, I need some rest.
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3. |
On For You
05:14
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A gentle ghost
in a house where no one’s home,
someone lives.
A melting sky
and I keep checking the time,
but nothing gives.
Then you call;
my mind’s a mess.
It seems all wrong,
but I can’t resist.
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on for you:
a light switch in the dark.
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on for you.
You say I’m nice, you say I’m smart.
The pallete’s changed
and it’s gone from green and gray
to gold and blue.
You call again,
but this time you’re someone else
but no one new.
I can hardly keep it straight.
Then I pause
to get some air.
I’m not in need,
but I don’t care.
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on for you:
a light switch in the dark.
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on for you.
You say I’m nice, you say I’m smart.
Morning comes
and a bridge forms from my head
into my eyes.
I’m taking off.
I put shoes on and I know I’ll be all right,
but nothing more.
So then I go
down your stairs.
It seems all wrong,
but I don’t care.
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on for you:
a light switch in the dark.
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on for you.
You say I’m nice, you say I’m smart.
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4. |
Waterfall Noises
04:23
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Are you awake?
Am I asleep?
Is that your face?
Is this the way it ends?
I drank every drop,
now I can’t stop
letting it in;
let loose on a binge.
You’re stunning as light.
Your eyes are on fire.
Mine are put out:
smothered by night tonight.
You drank every drop,
now you can’t stop
letting it out.
There’s spite in your mouth.
As I fall down,
I see the ground,
but I won’t hit:
I’m washed in the sound
of water falling down.
I am reborn.
I am reborn.
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5. |
Red River Gorge
04:36
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The sun’s skipping steps as it runs down the stairs,
past lofty treetops in view.
Checking your heartbeat you sense a new still
and the sky rips apart right on cue.
Hold tight,
oh precious skull of mine,
for love
can reset all wrongs right.
You’re never that high, but the ground’s far away,
surrounded by stone on all sides.
Thinking of jumping when air fills your lungs,
the gorge holds its arms open wide.
Hold tight,
oh precious skull of mine,
for love
can reset all wrongs right.
We’ve got everything you need;
we’ve got it wound tightly.
Your dreamy walk will never end.
Your dreaming days will never end.
Your dreamy walk will never end.
Your dreaming days will never end.
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6. |
It's All Over
06:24
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Give it a few days
and you’ll be right as rain.
Let go of your mind
everywhere, all the time.
It’s our time:
we’ve been chosen to die.
In our minds,
we’ve been losing shine.
But oh you,
you picked your part:
you hooked your line
on a bleeding heart.
You’re asleep.
Your twitching feet
are in time
with falling sleet,
but then you,
you take a breath.
You steal my air.
I’ve got nothing left.
Country roads
by your home
roll on
’till they’re alone
and meet up
with other ends.
I don’t think we will,
but we sure can pretend.
It’s our time:
we’ve been chosen to die.
In our minds,
we’ve been losing shine.
Give it a few days
and you’ll be right as rain.
Let go of your mind
everywhere, all the time.
It’s your life:
there’s no wrong, there’s no right.
It’s your life:
something’s wrong, nothing’s right.
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7. |
Looking for Love or Work
05:32
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I sit in
a morning’s new cascade of rain and
coffee’s good.
I hide my face and wash my dirty hands.
You try to hard:
a dull blade’s edge too tough.
If it’s blood you want,
you’ll never get enough.
But I have
enough to waste your time
The trail’s gone cold:
it’s been three weeks or more since something
or good reports
about your days or what you’re thinking of.
I talk too loud
when you’re my favorite lie
and think of how
the heart has its own eyes
to see what
you’re made of. I won’t despair,
even if
you’re thin air. Even then.
Even if
you’re thin air. Even then.
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8. |
Breakup/Breakdown
06:04
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Tensions stretch, pull atoms in between
two twisted wrenches; I’m buckling at the knees.
But don’t hold back cannon fire, there’s
broken down electric wire.
Breakup, breakdown.
You never hear the sound:
it’s trapped inside my house.
Leave me here.
It’s sorrowful, but
all things go,
all things must
be put to rest,
so do your best.
Breakup, breakdown.
You always hear the sound:
it’s comes right out my mouth.
Breakup, breakdown.
You always hear the sound:
it comes from all around.
Don’t touch me.
I’m losing ground;
the edge nears me.
Can’t turn around.
Leave me here.
It’s sorrowful but,
all things go,
all things must
be put to rest.
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