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Bookend
01:10
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First we rise over the water
Then we drop a rope to the sea
Would you lead me overboard?
Innocent
In my time
Be my love
Digging back the roots of the cedar
Reveals all the growth since the spring
Spirals down as I often do
Innocent
In my time
Be my love
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Community Garden
02:55
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A sickness like pollen in the air
Don't breathe it in
Lock it down, dead, decay in the garden
The seeds planted in my lungs and throat
And I'm damn scared today how I'm breathing
The soil and the moss will gather on a rock
Because I'm down, dead, the daylight is breaking
It's restless underneath the ground
I'll be damned if today is shaking
The soil is hard as rock
You can't water it enough
Because I'm down, dead the daylight is breaking
The wooden floors of tenement halls can't keep out the sound
Of tonal bells that ring from hell
You can't remember where you heard their promises before
I'm not the road out of here you thought I'd become
The stress is the disease let it in
Because I'm down, dead, the daylight is breaking
Dendritic roots take hold in my veins so old
Makes my blood fresh and cold as the ocean
Neighbours ring their bells in deadened streets
Signal systems collapse
We are all one
The soil and the moss
Gather like my thoughts
In the dark, dead the daylight is sinking
The wooden floors of tenement halls can't keep out the sound
Of tonal bells that ring from hell
You can't remember where you heard their promises before
I'm not the road out of here you thought I'd become
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I'm Not Foolish
03:48
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I am a poor man, with all poor friends
Does that light hurt your eyes?
Well maybe I'm not bright enough to make you feel lit up
Despite my temperament, I hoped we would get along better than this
"Cattails" and last summer's final light on my face
I've been consumed by instructional videos on how to hop a train
Find a quiet place to lay and wait
Red sky, winter lights
I'm not foolish I'm just staying here
Trying to love this feeling in my home
But I write, little lies
I'm not foolish I'm just staying here
Trying to love this feeling in my home
Sand grains and garden hose
Does the longshore current keep you moving?
Like a lone river rock
You got feet that feel so damn heavy that you'd sink
But I'm not all that bothered, like a pebble in the sand never worries of it's fate
Find a quiet place to lay and wait
Red sky, winter lights
I'm not foolish I'm just staying here
Trying to love this feeling in my home
But I write, little lies
I'm not foolish I'm just staying here
Trying to love this feeling in my home
I am a poor man, with all poor friends
Does that light hurt your eyes? Well maybe...
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4. |
All That I Want
03:16
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All that I want is the forest in flames
Ash is in the sky
Brothers stay away
Oh how I would be tortured
Bundled in the woods
Oils in the fire
Stretch marks on my back
Match the cracks in the ground
Oh how I could be tortured
For tomorrow when you're done
Hollow my body
Empty it of aches
The cavern makes gap
But I'll jump it from a standstill
Oh how I would be tortured
For tomorrow when you're done
All that I want is the fire on my face
A hand on my knee
Someone interesting awake
Oh how I could be tortured
For tomorrow when you're done
All that I want is the forest in flames
Ash is in the sky
Brothers stay away boy
Oh how I would be tortured
For tomorrow when you're done
The pockmarks on the ground
Got flooded today
The mother's day fun run was canceled from the rain
Oh how I would be tortured
For tomorrow when you're done
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Be My Lady
03:31
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You and I believe the same thing
There's nothing out here anymore
But you are not alone tonight
I'll be the hum of the machine
The noise that keeps you sleeping
Tell me what to believe in
There's not much I believe in anymore
I fear fun and I fear love too I'm like the writers from the past
I do not understand at all
Would you be my lady?
Would you be my runaway child?
Would you tell my stories to the woods?
Written in the roots they all outlive us
That was the dream that we both had in our teens
Would you be my lady?
Would you be my runaway child?
Write our fears in gasoline
Set fire to the town
Tell me something to do better I've got these demons on my block
Lined up waiting for the chance
To tell me what to believe in
A blank slate and rebuilt
I can't afford a house, a wife
Will my parents get sick?
I've got a brother I don't really talk to
Would you be my lady?
Would you be my runaway child?
Would you tell my stories to the woods?
Written in the roots they all outlive us
That was the dream that we both had in our teens
Would you be my lady?
Would you be my runaway child?
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