1. |
A Most Beautiful Day
02:08
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Inhale through your nose
Fill your lungs completely.
Hold. Open your mouth.
And exhale all the air from your body
As you mentally count from 8 to 1
And let go. Let go.
Begin to imagine with me
A most beautiful day
A warm day, and a blue sky
Sense it. Feel it. Imagine it. Be there.
As this is a hypnotic recording,
It is certainly never ever advisable
To be playing it beyond this point
In a moving automobile.
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2. |
Allegheny
04:10
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We’ll never get back to this place
In our time.
The rivers run deep as their width and they are wide!
We’re never going back to space
In our lives
A point in the back of the black of the eye.
We never ever quite get there,
About time, to stand at the source while we play in the tide
We’ll never go back to space
In our lives
A point in the black in the back of the eye
Unpried, a cable caught in the frozen, water.
Too cold, for clay in the hands of the potter’s daughter
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3. |
Separated
02:43
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A part that's lost
A part that's clean
A part that sleeps
But you knew that you wouldn't dream
Paid the cost
To split the seam
Played for keeps
But you knew that you wouldn't be
All separated
And it still feels the same
All separated
And it still feels the, still feels the same
Part unkind
And part obscene
You left behind
The part that couldn't be
Kept in line
A waste of time
A waste of time
'Cause you knew that you wouldn't be
All separated
And it still feels the same
All separated
And it still feels the, still feels the same
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4. |
Prison Doors
02:37
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To be clear, to be clear
They all were drifting (dreaming)
When the sun, when the idea got them so hot
It was near, it was near
To where they're sleeping
It was out, out being where it should not
Why are no prison doors open doors
For castaways?
Why are no prison walls very tall
For runaways?
Drifting...
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5. |
Palimpsest
03:18
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As things begin to taper to what's written on the paper:
Best to breach the subject in the shimmy night.
Shimmy in the night
When things are relatively quiet
We will grasp for answers in the city park.
A meetup in the park
When things are relatively dark.
Do you want to have control?
Does your sigil glow?
Does your darkness go away?
As things begin to taper to what's written on the paper:
Rubbing parchment until fingers turn to lead.
Lead instead of led
Until we're absolutely dead.
Things work out until we beckon to the shape
To the beckon ape
Where things look absolutely great.
Do you want to have control?
Does your sigil glow?
Does your darkness go away?
Does your darkness go away?
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6. |
Mountains in You
02:43
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They've taken the sky away
In parallel lines
Acrobatic geometry
Is fixed in the mind
There wasn't much we could do
You had those mountains in you
To climb
The zigzag is the only way
For two at a time
Scars remind you of the jagged walls
Of granite and lime
There wasn't much we could do
You had those mountains in you
To climb
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7. |
Misfortune
01:43
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Gonna check out your
Misfortune
Gotta make it past
This time
Never need to crowd with my eyes but you want that
Never wanna look too hard but you need that.
Gonna play in my
Misfortune
Gonna make it through
This time
Never need to crowd with your eyes but i want that
Never want you looking too hard but I need that
It's unfortunate
Misfortune
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8. |
A Bird in This World
03:20
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Ba, ba, ba, go point your battered beak
Ba, ba, ba, from the rain, to the sun
A bird in this world
To unburden this world
Ba, ba, ba, just flap those tattered wings
Ba, ba, ba, we'll let you know when you're done
A bird in this world
To unburden this world
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History of Everyday Life Atlanta, Georgia
Brent Uptain and Nathan Brown, from Walker County, Alabama to Auburn University, to Birmingham, Alabama, to Atlanta, Georgia, the musical journal of two close friends who made a bunch of different racket over the course of many years.
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