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relax
02:17
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space finds time to bring life to you
but most days that's not good enough.
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enjoy life
02:17
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but i can't, there's a man
in the shadows that knows my brain is ripe to extract
there's a plan in his hands
it reads, "one who laughs life long will not laugh last"
so i sulk through life,
you can't take what you can't find.
but all hope is lost to time,
misplaced in shattered mind.
sane for the day, tame for the week.
down for the year, i wait on the deal of the meek.
when i go, i move slow
you sense death in my step, is it feigned for all to know?
i can't believe this is me.
i liked the mess so i held down pressed repeat.
but when will all my sad songs be used up?
please god, soon.
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movin' on up
03:26
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arise to find yet another day that i don't wanna face,
so why? what the hell makes me stay to see the whole thing play
when i'm so sick of being told i need to know my goals?
i'd try, but what the future holds ain't always paved in gold i find.
i'm not dumb, you're just no fun.
why can't the simple things be enough?
my head's misplaced in outer space;
in time all my dreams combust.
so here's the plan:
i'll get by how i can.
you don't get it, i don't get it, no one gets it.
we're just keeping something moving. keep it moving.
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4. |
tiger drop
04:10
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for you, i’d trade my place.
all the pain, and the early grave.
take my breath into your lungs and my blood into your veins.
for you, i’d trade my place.
the colder that it gets, as the year comes to its end,
makes my heart ache in my chest, makes me wish that you were here;
here to see what i have made, witnessing what i became.
try to live by your example, keep alive your weakened flame.
as I walk around this house, faded photos on the walls
force my mind to turn on back, back to when I felt so small
and so safe inside your arms. never let me stray too far.
keep me close, keep me sane, locked forever in my heart.
memory stay. keep me whole.
brick by brick. repair my soul.
and thank your love for building me up to what I am meant to be.
where you sleep marked with stone.
turning ash to flesh, breathe new life into old bones.
for you i’d trade my place.
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5. |
jalopy
02:08
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devoid of all feeling, i slip through the ceiling.
i watch the paint peeling, it's never enough
to stop me from thinking these thoughts where i'm sinking.
check engine light blinking, i'm calling its bluff
cause maybe this time I'll be wrong
and baby, this engine's a bomb.
much like my heart, it has fallen apart.
my body just goes for the ride.
something i'm finding: it's all in the timing,
and self-conscious whining will get you so far.
loud and obnoxious, i make myself nauseous.
i search for my conscience, i cry in the dark
cause maybe this time it's just gone,
or maybe it's just been me all along
and i'll take to the grave these decisions i've made.
my jalopy just keeps up the pace.
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sunday drive
03:46
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we take a drive to clear your mind.
you check the rearview and stare:
swirling dark sky.
you guess it follows you everywhere.
you say some crazy things when you're bent out of shape:
"i'll escape, build a staircase to outer space
and maybe that'll get em off my case for a day or two."
i love you, but pull over, you're scaring me.
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7. |
it's never too early
03:17
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overthinking, underacting.
the face in the mirror starts refracting.
mangled thoughts slip through my teeth.
you still feel the waves from underneath;
it's push and pull then push to shove.
i'm far too weak to pull above.
it's fear of the deep or it's fear of the sky;
it's fearing my death or it's fearing my life.
speaking in codes, dancing with tongues;
gifted with life, wasted it young.
too fucked to care, too scared to try;
every task best summarized
as threading needles through camels' eyes
and seeing no worth in such a lie.
it's never too early to think about
everything / nothing.
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8. |
untitled
03:02
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life is just
a series of
compromises.
but you can see the same stars over there
that i can see right here.
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9. |
the boy ain't right
02:13
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wait it out for the right time,
sideline yourself for your whole life.
the boy ain't right.
hardly even stood a chance
in the body dropped into your hands.
the boy ain't right.
testing the waters, defying social orders.
to hate what you are yet be frightened of change;
life by design is a cage.
and i know the world does not revolve around
some image of myself that's in my head,
yet most days i pretend that someone's hanging on my words
and let that predicate my worth
when in sincerity its's a dark path that's been steering me.
so let me say: do you think that you could let her out to play?
cause she finally does what she wants,
and she finally says how she feels,
and she says that she wants to be real
so she's real. i'm fucking real.
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10. |
frayed
02:52
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spending those early years a ghost creating hollow memories
out of a daydream addled mind, a constant state of reverie.
desperately searching for the current to take this ship to calmer seas.
pining for the storm to end so i can die out on that beach.
feeling frayed
like i've lost my way.
would you be my anchor as i brave the storm
and try to find my place?
spending another year a ghost recalling distant memories
out of a warped and weathered mind, desperate for a quick remedy.
inhale and ignore all the heartache, exhale and ignore all the pain.
ignore the world that’s out to get you. all smoke and mirrors to fool your brain.
the storm raging with no escape.
the sails are worn, all torn, all frayed.
a mind racing, drift off to sleep.
lost at sea, lost in dream.
tidal wave grows to a peak.
feeling frayed.
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ashamed
04:41
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rise from my sleep, i have lost all my teeth.
i've grinded them down to gum
over fears i can't shake, promises unmade
and disdain for the things i've done.
cause i fear the end is coming, i just can't look away.
i decide every morning, "better luck next day,"
and what can i say? i'm so ashamed.
i can't live like this forever, but it feels so okay.
pull back the curtain, our demise is certain;
i know I've woken up again.
stare at the wall unless death finally calls
then go to sleep discontent.
cause all i feel is nothing and it tears me apart.
i see what i'm becoming and it breaks my heart,
but what can i say? i'm so ashamed.
i can't live like this forever but it's the only way i know.
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12. |
dozer
02:23
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every day a cycle begins:
i'm digging holes and falling in,
then climbing out, trying again.
i can't count the times i took that hit.
wait for the crash.
find your legs.
if you're alive, i wanna see you living
because when you die i can't see you winning.
you'll want those flowers
to smell in your hands.
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no momentum Poughkeepsie, New York
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curt - guitar
dan - bass/vox
kelly - vox/guitar
marty - drums/vox
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