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Pause and Reason
02:35
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It’s getting late and I just wasted more than half the day
I might need common sense to wiggle my way out of this one
You proved again that you can be alone for half a week
But you still haven’t proved that you can be around when you’re home
Sometimes the ceremony makes a fire escape lonely,
Gives you pause and reason to get up on with it
Unless I’m making sense
I pushed a daisy up through a tv screen like reality
I breathed across my nostrils holding one with my thumb
Machines in my apartment whirring, worrying much less than me
About the sock I always lose when I wash my clothes
Confuse and shock and awe and slap the meaning on a clause
It’s no Imagine, Nowhere Man, I Will, Julia
Unless I’m making sense
Go easier on me
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2. |
The Answer
04:27
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He’s a mess and sitting there just waiting to be funny
But I’m upset ‘cause no one else knows what exactly’s coming
Take a breath and take a step towards walking, then towards running
With no pretense, a separation forced us not to hurry but I’m worried you’re alone
Well I gave you the answer, I gave you the answer you wanted
Well I gave you the answer, I gave you the answer you wanted
Made a bet that we would never make it past the summer
Still you said that we could go to East Lyme with your mother
It’s no surprise that I’ve had second feelings, I’ve been bothered
So read my eyes, but you don’t want to troubleshoot the problem we’ve been haunted for a time
We’ve been haunted for a time
We’ve been haunted for a time
We’ve been haunted for a time
Well I gave you the answer, I gave you the answer you wanted
Well I gave you the answer, I gave you the answer you wanted to hear
And I gave you the answer, I gave you the answer you wanted,
Well I gave you the answer, I gave you the answer you wanted to hear
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3. |
Waste Away
04:22
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I don’t want to waste away, I don’t want to die
I don’t want to waste away, I don’t want to die
Still I’m gonna waste away, still I’m gonna die
I won’t see the light of day, I won’t know the time
I won’t see the light of day, I won’t know the time
Still I closed my blinds today, still I read the time
Said I’d go for a climb up to higher ground
I tried closing my eyes to breath, but I don’t feel a thing
I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your sighs
I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your sighs
I just want the mystery, I just want the lies
I don’t want to waste away, I don’t want to die
I don’t want to waste away, I don’t want to die
Still I’m gonna waste away, and I’ll be laughing all the way
Still I’m gonna waste away, still I’m gonna die
Said I’d go for a climb up to higher ground
I tried closing my eyes to breath, but I don’t feel a thing
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4. |
Spray Paint
02:49
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I can only concentrate if I’m awake and I prepare my lines
I compare myself to no one else but me still I refuse to cry
Coupled with anxiety I ran away from those who chew on ice
Soliloquy of framed brocades and broccoli I’ll never get it right
I’m not sure if anyone is listening
And does it even count if no one’s there to be a witness?
It’s a kind of spray paint on the Sistine
A sorry revolution left forgotten on the couch
And I’m out of it
A smattering of influence and instruments that broke in Windy Pines
The trouble with the modern age is willful ignorance and crooked lines
I swear I saw the hunter’s super blood red moon in January lights
The city is a crying shame but so am I, so am I, so am I
And so I drew a maze
I’m not sure if anyone is listening
And does it even count if no one’s there to be a witness?
It’s a kind of spray paint on the sistine
A sorry revolution left forgotten on the couch
And I’m out of it
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Range
04:02
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I’m not sorry I’m just faithful, hands around my waist
Come to meet me surely stable, name the time and place
Clean your room and set the table, Lysol Dawn Cascade
Fill your glass with water from the cooler turned away
I’m not lost, I’m just outside my range
I’m not lost, I’m just a little spaced
Microcosm of your parents, brother left LA
By this age you already had Michael I was late
Melody recycled wind me up and watch me spin
I’m not lost, I’m just outside my range
I’m not lost, I’m just a little spaced
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6. |
I Held an Echo
03:58
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I held an echo in my head, I paint a picture of it
I held an echo in my head, I couldn’t ever touch it
I watched the waters split
I held a theory in my head then randomized the options
I felt my body turn to wind then become solid
I woke up mumbling
Break it down, break it down I get lost sometimes
I can’t tell, if I don’t care or if I don’t try
And Donny’s mad, and I got mad he put up a fight
So break it down, break it down I get lost sometimes
I held an echo in my head
I held an echo in my head
I held an echo in my head
I watched the echo quit
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Picturing Cosmos
03:10
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I don’t relate to the city that much these days
I might be craving a candy bar, a two dollar emotion
I’m not afraid of the crack in my window pane
Thought that I noticed a water mark, I swear it wasn’t broken
What’s that I read while still lying in bed?
I can’t sleep if I’m picturing cosmos and counting down from ten
I wasn’t made for such massive unfurling grace
Kinda confused by the sounds of Mars, and so was Perseverance
I have no clue what they do with the city’s waste
Heard there’s an island, a trash filled barge, a city on the ocean
What’s that I read while still lying in bed?
I can’t sleep if I’m picturing cosmos and counting down from ten
I don’t relate to the city that much
But I don’t relate to that feeling that much
‘Cause I don’t relate to the city that much these days
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Signal
05:05
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Tough skin, raise me up in family photos on the shelf
What’s the point of lying if you’re lying to yourself?
Interest, losing interest, in that blank stare from the crowd
Stay up till you’re tired, till you sort this whole thing out
Strangers, singing louder, without detail without God
Spinning, on the ceiling, like a fan that never stops
Count on me to tell you when I’ve lost you in the plot
Angel, on my shoulder, giving orders with a nod
Signal, losing signal
Signal, losing signal
Signal, weaker signals never heard this dial tone
Light me, like a candle, not a fire, I stay calm
Better late than never but you’re tardy to this song
Never needed help more than I did when I was young
Hold me like a secret that you made up on the spot
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Ought
02:57
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Came alive on Sunday I felt wasted I felt bold
The sentimental thoughts inside are sediment and cold
You copied and you pasted, tried to strike yourself some gold
I’m thinking I’m not who I ought to be
I’m thinking I’m not who I ought to be
Everybody wants a piece and needs some self control
And I was feeling bitter so I threw out all my clothes
The money ain’t in medicine a parent always knows
I’m thinking I’m not who I ought to be
I’m thinking I’m not who I ought to be
And what makes you so sure?
What makes you so damn sure?
I’ve never felt so sure
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10. |
Fury
02:38
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Take a seat, the sidewalk’s getting cold
You’re not supposed to get upset
Your brother left you in a fury
Kinda funny how you don’t get mad
You just get quiet and zoom out
And play pretend like you’re not thirty
Tried to run away, you went as far you damn could
Turns out the east coast isn’t far enough
I’m twice as old but half as tough
Still searching for a better thing to say
Lost control on Via de la Paz
The way of peace, a two way street
Too bad the irony is useless
Takes me back to when I first got high
Out in the guest house, couldn’t hide
From getting called out by your stepmom
I’ve never seen the forest through the trees, it’s not that deep
It’s just the way your vision speculates
Poor Mojito’s in his dying days
And it’s ok you didn’t graduate, you just had other plans
Don’t be scared you’re not a hunter
Don’t be scared, you’re not a hunter
Don’t be scared, you’re not a hunter
Don’t be scared, you’re not
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