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Icebreaker
03:52
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Luna
04:30
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skateboarding on the sidewalk, digging you a lot
city lights are on your skin; loneliness within bleeds through
and I always found it kind of cool how you would change your name
your tiny room is timeless, tied to memory
leaning out my car window, drinking as I told you not to
and it always made sense in a way.. the phases of the moon, sometimes you can't find it
Luna, if that's who you are these days
morphing to shed the chains of an identity
floating free
downtown alley where the goths hang out; naively you engaged
you asked one where the costume party was and she got mad and I laughed
and I always found it kind of sad how friends can melt away, one day you just stop talking
Beijing, if that's where you are these days
I pray that you got it all worked out in your own way
and you're doing ok
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3. |
Leave It Up to Me
05:32
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leave it up to me to figure out what that meant, way after the fact
leave it up to me to rehearse it play by play, but the head's a confusing place
leave it up to me to waste away in the night, and wake up cursing the daylight
leave it up to me to burn myself out again, takes a weekend to melt the strain
leave it up to me to bury my soul underground where it might never be found
I can't do it no more, gotta even the score
on the border there's a town I know well
between the light and dark I fell so hard
leave it up to me to scope out damage ahead, but rush in headlong again
if it's so easy to find, am I just sabotaging my time
on the border there's a town I know well
between the light and dark I fell so hard
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4. |
Carousel
04:33
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let's get in the car and just drive
we can stop anywhere we like
there's a little town I know
got a cabin there with a patio
we'll pay the toll, green fields and an open road
birds sing, cicadas buzzin alone, but together they make a tapestry of worth
steady hum, the breathing of the earth
sometimes it's frozen, sometimes it's golden
the sky is dark when we cross the state lines
something shifts in the air
shooting star reflects in your eyes
there's a quiet magic to this moment in time
3 months was all they gave you, but you're so strong
everything feels softer now
you find so many things can make you cry; the beauty of a monarch butterfly
that night we met on halloween
everybody laughed at seeing dracula and velma get along so well
I'm glad I rode this carousel with you
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5. |
Embryonic Steel
04:18
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Mountain
04:30
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fear's only mountains we can climb, plateaus unchanged with no end in sight
but the storm will pass on by
I'm frightened of the breakaway, just why I cannot say
never today
too easy to pay out the toll
in debt, regret how we bury the soul
sold us out in lonely cornfields
scenic drive, afterglow
moonlight glistens on the road
nevada skies don't seem to know that nothing is forever
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7. |
Evil Dead
05:53
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8. |
Wyoming
05:32
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the suburbs are sleeping, the fog hugs the houses
animals are in shadows prowlin
constellations call to you
and so you found her by the moon
whistlin a pretty tune
and every time that she cries
you get the raindrops in your eyes
I can feel her even now
part and parcel of the clouds
phase through it, translucent
dreaming as a butterfly
inside I'm always trying to spin the wheel just one more time
so you had a vision once
crystalline wings that spoke so much to you
a seamless sequence of events
aimless, but somehow making sense
dreams are foggy innocence
infinite planets, limitless
passion of a retail soul, cover your eyes to hide black holes
saturday comes and just like that
you're on your own and next at bat
undertaking lucid dreaming training every night
breakthrough eludes you so far but every day you try hard, so hard
this summer is heavy with the weight of things I gotta do
a feline ally makes it lighter, a carefree windy attitude
these hazy days hold no surprise; the cycle keeps you hypnotized; getting closer to our fate to all at once disintegrate
wyoming just feels good to me, where I can be nobody
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Mexicali
02:06
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11. |
Paper Airplane
05:31
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days by the shore sure seem fine to me
and by the way
I can relate to the path you crave
I wanna stay forever
red and green and blue and all the colors of the rainbow
melting, swirling, flowing into one
these days, these nights, these afternoons are too quiet
earthquake to shake a mind apart..
throw my soul just like a paper airplane, I'm barely in control
at the mercy of the wind, and whatever comes my way
from countless windows gaze out breakaways that'll never be
young and alive, strive for peace of mind, sometimes it means to sever
red and green and blue and all the colors of the rainbow
melting, swirling, flowing into one
these memories are tangled up within a vision
weed them all out to glimpse the sun
peruvian kingdoms, cardiff castles, lay in wait for the seekers
a certain window can send you to heaven
just like before, you start all over again
throw my soul just like a paper airplane, I'm barely in control
at the mercy of the wind, and whatever comes my way
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12. |
Pastel
03:00
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lemon meringue feelin, twistin with the cards you're dealin
boomerang in space ain't comin back
I'm so amazed by it; I want a taste of it; I need the guts to laser through
way out, way out, past the bands of rendevouz in caravans, it's midnight in the desert, here we are again
last night I told Terry, I'm so tired and I can't carry the weight of not bein' confused, I know just what to do
bouncin' between limbos, in a zoo, an albino flamingo
hey this guy looks dead, he needs some drugs
way out, way out, past the sands of dixieland and ragtime jazz, it's springtime in ibiza, lo-fi wonderland
I can't hold you closer than I am right now, I wish I could, the moonlight is our teacher, learning about our scars
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13. |
Bermuda Woman
05:24
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heaven and hell, it's a cycle we know too well
you're a step ahead, just out of reach
a kite someone lost on the beach
master deceivers in our receptors, wielding the reigns, paint the whole world gray after dreaming for a while on a technicolor highway
hold my hand, Megan, like you once did
hold my hand, Megan, lead me through this
that night by the lake, you told me everything that you wanted out of life
I hope your wild pet owl visits loved ones in their sleep, comforts them in dreams
sailing seas of pain and disease, reaching for a light
bermuda woman, are you with me, give me a sign
hold my hand, Megan, like you once did
hold my hand, Megan, lead me through this
even the smallest seed will grow
and even the tallest tree will fall
and all of the pain that we will feel is clay upon a potter's wheel
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14. |
Cocoon / On & On
06:18
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15. |
Daredevil
04:12
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*I have no idea who this character is lol. sort of a delusional narcissist*
I drink tobacco juice, I drink sour milk
I drink all kinds of things that I'm not supposed to
I eat deathcap mushrooms, I eat nuclear waste
I eat all kinds of things that I'm not supposed to..
I'm a rebel, baby
I'm a daredevil
I wear boat tarps, I wear tree bark
I wear all kinds of thigns that I'm forbidden to wear
I spread falsehoods about everything you know
I claim that Grover Cleveland was a yeti
I'm a rebel, baby
I'm a daredevil
I hope I'm your kind of man, please love me if you can
I see infrared, I see x-rays
I see all kinds of thigns that I'm not supposed to
I've touched nebulas and I've touched the sun
I've touched all these things; I've done the impossible
I'm a rebel, baby
I'm a daredevil
I hope I'm your kind of man
will I fit inside your head?
and it's ok if you can't believe
your tiny universe just cannot conceive of a magic man like me
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16. |
The Invention of Chess
02:21
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17. |
For Jane
05:19
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every day's mundane for Jane
black and white and gray, tame
a sudden impact tears it all to pieces, it's delicious
echoing in caves, compulsion
riding rougher waves, obsession
in the distance, on silent hills a rich man wanders through champagne and caviar and repulsive fantasies and cocaine and jet planes and Nietzche and agonizing pain
if you want it, go on and grab it
shed the old skin, your integrity
suburban nighttime is your lover
slowly dies your smile, haunted
infected stack of green, taunting
easy money, messages on your ribcage read
obey your master, sieze your depraved destiny, a puppet feeding dreams to lonely souls like yours, too hollow to retrieve
Jane is gone now, like a breath on the breeze
still I wonder if a shred of her lives on in her dreams
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18. |
Nova
03:40
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eternal shrines, prophets of time, reside within you
tunnel down, tumble into colours fresh and new
see it melt, watch it come real
it's easy to believe
you got a beautiful mind
cloaked figure, casting spells on the bridge, unsettling visions
awake again, the corners are blurred
you sharpen them with words
worlds that feel impossibly far away are brought into the light
you got a beautiful mind
one foot in ethereal, can't tell what's real anymore
what is reality anyway
abandoned dwellings come alive at the touch of your hand
I yearn for it, yearn for the day that life won't pass me by
drop a bomb, plant an explosive to break up my whole life
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19. |
Membrane
05:52
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20. |
Beneath the Earth
04:15
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don't you want to see the worms?
I would leave no stone unturned to behold the wrigglin creatures
can't you tell I'm pleased to meet ya
I hold the highest praise for the bookworm, and the majestic, benevolent tapeworm, of course
all right, so he's a parasite, that don't mean he wants to spoil your night
let him in for a long time, allow him to feed on your insides
beneath the earth, under the sea, in you and me
they're everywhere, so I've been told
on jupiter, as far as I know
on rainy days they come out to play
the chosen few get carried away in the sky, a fortunate robin
back for more to feed her young ones
I looked up some facts to make this tune
did you know they all hatch from cocoons and their hearts look a lot like ours
yeah that's bullshit, I made it up
they have five, isn't that weird?
wonder how more than one appeared
never though about em much, pretty sure they never think of us
fishermen use nightcrawlers, keep em in a styrofoam bin
til it's time to feel the hook
beneath the earth, under the sea, in you and me
they're everywhere, so I've been told
on jupiter, as far as I know
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21. |
Scrapbook
05:30
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the damage undercover as a Rube Goldberg device, eyes on the next frame
the tarpit of my habits has a way of killin me softly and slowly
kill the monster, seek adventure
add a picture to the scrapbook
call your mother with some good news
navigate your genetic blues
the music is my master, I'm a slave to it but it feels fine most of the time
a midnight obsession; got a deep cave to dive but I forgot how to swim back to the surface and you
strike a balance, what a concept
I'm all or nothing
trudging onwards, towards a coffin
never gettin any closer to figuring it out
haunt the wagon rides, be a pair of glowing eyes
love the mind when it's half asleep, intermingled with the land of dreams
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22. |
Velcro
04:33
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lost, but with a roadmap
I tossed some poison into a paper bag
and prayed with a Hindu woman at the convenience store
her figurines watched over me as I bled all over the floor
I just can't seem to get it together
these stones weigh me down below the waves, and am I gonna drown
black hole creepin philosophy always tryin to swallow me
comes in waves, dissipates and drains when you manage to connect with me
I just won't stop trying forever
and I never really give up anyway, no matter how I feel
there's always a motion to the day, if I roll with it
breakin in half is so hard to grasp, I feel like velcro
breakin in half is so hard to grasp, I feel like velcro
and I can pull it apart, or try my whole life to
so what if I slipped out of it, I can go right back into it
I can break it
I can make it
I can, I can break it
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