1. |
See the Wind
02:21
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No rhyme in relics passed the hands that made
The storytelling, the times, beg for change
Can we stand for reason and the things we know are sound?
See, I chewed the bitter pill.
Did you just swallow down?
This year I did away with riding fences
When it comes to doubt and be damned,
I'll take my chances
There are days I catch the sunrise and it hits me like it does
But I don't see a tailor's trademark, I see light and dust
Miss Street-Prophet in the black car, she's not alone
She saw something in my face, living easy with the unknown
We talk of religion.
She asks if I'm seeing,
She asks if I can see the wind
Can we stand for the reason and the things we know are sound?
See, I chewed the bitter pill. Did you just swallow down?
All we live for is now or never (All we live for)
All we live for is now or never (Now or never)
Live with all your nature
live with light on the narrators
Now or never
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2. |
Living Saints
02:34
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I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame
The welling up waxes and wanes. It's not fair and it hasn't been
All my friends are living saints. Been killing me for weeks
A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasn't been fair for long
Growing up isn't moving on.
Do you miss our broken reason or the nights spent treating
Troubles and normalcy to bottles and comedies?
You forgot your necklace upstairs on purpose
It was you golden ticket scam and it always made us laugh
Do you see me as your acquaintance, your death by time, age and long distance?
Broken picture frames
The welling up waxes and wanes. It's not fair and it hasn't been
All my friends are living saints. Been killing me for weeks
A garden weed that cracks concrete. It hasn't been fair for long
Growing up isn't moving on
All my friends are living saints
Broken still but never breaking ties
I never pictured this, disperse in fall and don't reminisce
See it's just not fair, not everyone moved on
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3. |
Boxes
03:36
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Introspection, fabricated. Pretend to hate it, pretend to hate it all.
The attention, it's not a bad thing. Pretend to hate it all.
When you first walked these roads what were you so afraid of?
The thought of a different life, it sends you off the deep-end
When you scream "I'm just a normal guy"
It's painfully apparent your aim is to be deified
Get yourself back home so the accolades can let you go
We seek relation and you degrade us
You don't have to be an asshole to be an artist
When we were young, we'd watch our idols act above it all
Invented introverts all fighting for the sake of not
Looking like us, looking like us
Don't forget who you need, yeah we paid your way and more
(We paid your way)
Get yourself back home and remember us
We seek relation and you degrade us
You don't have to be an asshole to be an artist
Dare to what we have been all our lives
You may be outside of one box but it doesn't mean
There are no more boxes
No more boxes
When we look up at you
We seek relation and you degrade us
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4. |
Take Me to the Town
03:34
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I'm gone, gone and going.
Pay the way with change
I had to leave I was talking strange
Won't be back soon, so please don't wait for me
Love all the same, all the same and more
You've gotta' come get me or someone will take me,
I'm wasting away to bone
You know I'm barely a burden and my arms have been hurting,
A wandering man stuck home.
Take me to the town I can, I can miss
Take me to the town I can, I can miss
Another wasted day, another dead end place,
Another push away (push away)
There's gas on my shoes, blood in my veins
I'm fuming and wide eyed for feeling estranged
I say it's not for nothing, not for nothing
Another war to wage, to wage
It sinks like bricks, it lives like lions
It sinks like bricks from hollowed houses,
Hammered on, whittled down
It lives like lions before they pounce with hairs on end, tightly wound
It sinks like bricks from hollowed houses worn down
Worn down, worn down (take me to the town)
You've gotta' come get me or someone will take me,
I'm wasting away to bone
Cause I'm worn down, worn down (take me to the town)
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5. |
Drifting Thing
02:29
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Forgive me my ties, connections and loose ends
This is for the eyes buried in my neck
With a promise of the future, of the uncertain I play it so sure
Our drifting thing will someday land
And I could take you home
The lights would twitch and blow
And you could finally see
The "us" that we're supposed to be
When you picture me away,
It's Alfie Elkins '66
But you didn't see my face,
When all the kids dancing brought down that place
I was more Alvy Singer
Each time you put me on the train,
I'm less and less sure you'll do it again
Don't do it again
'Cuz we could raise our flag
First hem the tattered edge
Close our eyes and be
In love at seventeen
(Close) Close our eyes and be
(Close) Close our eyes and be
(Close) Close our eyes and be in love at seventeen
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6. |
Light of Local Eyes
03:20
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The glow of gray, it lights the rain on borough streets
And the kids who stayed, they aren't holding out for their apology
Days like today make reconcile seem far away
But I hold old memories,
Like a kid who laughs hard and grabs his ribs
There was a time when this city shined
The lights in the parking lots would lead us
Through the night and to sunrise
There was no place that we didn't own or deface
The grooves in the road would spark for us
But that book is covered in dust
The local kid I was to all my older friends
I held convictions like a stubborn door with a rusted hinge
I sat down and thought, what of here makes me proud?
Proud to not dismiss this place and hold it all from gold to gray
There was a time when this city shined
The lights in the parking lots would lead us
Through the night and to sunrise
There was no place that we didn't own or deface
The grooves in the road would spark for us
But that memory will rust
It'll rust and fade away, it'll sour these days
The rainy streets, they shine to me
We lived life out of this place
We wore its map on our faces
(When this city shined)
To say the least we left our trace
Burned off the tips of our laces
When this city shined
From the light of local eyes
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7. |
Song to Persona
03:17
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And it goes, like sunshine to snow
The bitterness inside with cause has been dethroned,
In my song to persona
St. Cecilia, I'll love you for all time
But our relationship lately has been no fruit, all rind
My heard can't take it and I've nowhere to go, so fix up your fuck ups
And know me, know me
Know me, 'cuz I know no I
Know me, Know me
Know me, 'cuz I know no I
Made hateful from lie after lie
And still it's my wish under all logistics to be loved and understood
It'll never be had. I've choked on every chance
I've watched the people of this world
The craftsmen, the crafted, the masses
of distracted rushing alters of cheap plastic
Innocent, blissful and bored. It's feared and desired
So know me, know me
Know me, 'cuz I know no I
So know me, know me
Know me, 'cause I know no I
Know me, know me
You don't know me when you're telling lies
Your mistakes are many
But we forgive and we wait
We wait, we wait
We wait for times that set our souls on fire
We fill up the dead space with work we don't despise
Bestow on ourselves the quality control
We face the void and fill it. We face the challenge of being known
Because no one can know me like you
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There's always music playing near the fountains
And I don't think I've ever seen the band
The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard
With their kids and plastic bags in either hand
All this waiting and no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
There are speakers on a pole in every corner
The wires go unchecked for days and days
Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings
What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray
All this waiting and no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
Like reveille at dawn to me, the floor is shaking
All this waiting and no one is calling out
Seven stones they stand on city limits,
With their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it.
It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, No relationship
No escape and only one to miss
There's the Fisher plot off highway twenty two
It overlooks the road from raised ground
Seven stones they stand on city limits,
With their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it.
It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, no relationship
I know I'm small-time, I know this city's mind,
I've seen some places, so what I take
And what I leave are one the same (one and the same)
They're nothing
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9. |
One Hit Back
02:53
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You wanna' talk intention?
We can meet at my home in Sanremo
You don't mind taking your shoes off
We just waxed the limestone
What were you saying?
The acoustics suck in the grotto
But that's life, I'm sure that you know
Yeah fucking right
You say I've changed from this to that
It's funny that we haven't met
I don't know what's worse
This or this getting to me
Can't refute on the message boards
So I'll piss and moan to power chords
And that's okay
One song is all you get from me
And when it's done (and when it's done) will it be gone?
No chance, hearsay is too fun
If we're on intention, let's try and make some sense of yours
Talk shit, complain from the sidelines
Wrench the gears and twist up the ties we've laced
Keyboard cowboy
Broke, sore, laughing more
Got my friends, got my songs, got it out and I'm moving on
You say I've changed from this to that
It's funny that we haven't met
I don't know what's worse
What's worse?
You can't refute on the message boards
So I'll piss and moan to power chords
And that's okay. One song is all you get
You say I've changed from this to that
A hundred cheap shots, I'll get one hit back
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10. |
Chasing Hamburg
04:13
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When I walk, I run
'Cuz I'm far behind now
Been climbing long
In my sleep I hear starter guns
It seems less wrong to live this life
Back to front, no chase at all
Today the mirror shows all the things that fade
But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage
I watch the shows
From behind the players
A voyeur to the smiling payers
I'll live this night until my end
The lows are low but the highs are home
And tonight the chase is on
Today the mirror shows all the things that fade
But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage
We're gonna' waste and wither with the stories that bore our friends
We're gonna' cling to bitter memories until the spots go dim
Mistakes that you made light of start weighing you down
When there's no more "well at least yours",
It's just you and the ground
You think that there's no more room for love
There's no more room for love
There's no more room for love
There's no more room for love
There's no more room for love
And then the lights go up
Today the mirror shows all the things that fade
But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage
We're gonna' waste and wither with the stories that bore our friends
We're gonna' cling to bitter memories until the spots go dim
There's no more room for love
There's no more room for love
There's no more room for love
And then the lights go
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