1. |
Confetti Dash
02:46
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i got this feeling
a nagging feeling
that the spirits will fly high tonight
in a way that a younger me would
probably not approve of
but it's too late to worry
about a car crash
once the bus has left the station
to be so bold
to open my hold
on all controls
is all of this just a selfish gamble?
going through motions so well that it looks like it's
coreographed like a martial arts movie
we are all over the place like confetti
now my edge is dull
just want to feel numb
dive in and forget
tomorrow's for regrets
sure it's all empty
sure it's just the same
as all the songs to which i can't relate
but maybe that's ok
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2. |
Summer Machine
03:48
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been shedding my winter skin
with all the sadness it held within
my head is filled with melting snow
and thoughts of letting go
and letting myself grow
into the summer machine
mix the sun's rays
with this newfound optimism
make a sculpture
the first one i've ever been
happy with
so i guess it's safe to say
that the seasons have changed
been shedding my winter skin
the long dark days were wearing me thin
in my chest this engine
is refueled and has a new beat
now i'll try my best to be
the summer machine
now i will make this positivity corporeal
so hold my hand and smile and scream
we are the dream
but sometimes the only way
of looking forward is to thrw your eyes as far as you can
and hope it's a nice place where they land
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3. |
Catch as Catch Can
03:11
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days of high adventure
days of barely getting by
pulp life and weird fiction
days are truly flying by
days of high adventure
sleeping under the red sky
can you answer the question
of what is truly best in life?
inside four walls
just me and an old paperback
inside four walls realizing
i need it
catch as catch can
you need it
catch as catch can
days of high temperatures
days spent holed up inside
watching old pro wrestling
all night long
a dog eared copy of orc stain
why even try, it's all in vain
you know what they say about
death beds and the things you didn't do
in my mind i'm already there
with a list as long as my arm
yet i do nothing
catch as catch can
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4. |
Look Beyond
03:59
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a small boy's eyes are fixed on the moon
the future finds
those same eyes
more jaded but stolla
aching for wonders to gaze upon
look beyond your home town
over the houses and walls
don't let them bring you down
drown their voices under the sound
tired eyes look through the bus window
look not behind
searching for somewhere new to belong
a place you can name after a song
their silver tongues are sharp as knives
but i'm a small town boy so i know what it's like
their twisted spirit is rising above you
but i'm a small town boy so i know it just ain't true
seen through these eyes
the skies are far less gray
when i'm far away
and those people nothing more
than cameos in my bad dreams
been looking for an exit for years
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5. |
The Drifter
02:53
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desert drifting alone
just my thoughts my horse and i
where did the good times go
oh lord can you take me back in time?
"bring back the guitars
and someone to play them
because i've been waiting
to feel oh so young again"
dehydrated i wonder
how am i so old this young?
here in the desert
all i have is my rotten nostalgia
bring back the guitars
and someone to play them
because i've been waiting
to feel like i belong again
i'm so lost in these times
i've been left behind
what i can't understand
just scares me
oh what i don't understand it must be bad
drifting in nowhere
is this what you wanted?
drifting in your past
is this what you wanted
instead of moving forward
you'd drag us all behind the curve
instead of a rewind
the desert is all you deserve
the desert is all you deserve
i couldn't handle everything changing around me
i had to leave and search the wasteland for answers
and now we're ready for those city lights my horse and i
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6. |
Neon Mexico
03:00
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i was feeling lost
them bright lights they did lure me in
it smelled of fulfillment
and i rode in proud
had to leave empty and ashamed
40 days lost in the desert
40 more inside the walls
i see weird dreams
in which i feel no pity
i'm as sick as this city
i left my heart and my soul
inside my horse
of course i forgot my horse
in neon mexico
everything was drenched in hues
of ultraviolent pinks and greens
weird rhytms tried to rob me of my soul
and i'm pretty sure that they succeeded
desert heat and boulevards
filled with suns and filled with stars
i felt that here i'd be going far
but i only went back to the bottom
c'mon, saddle up lets go
to neon mexico
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7. |
Antikythera
02:42
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my feet feel light
priviliged to walk on these streets
the early summer riverside
begging me to throw my worries in
a million different languages
satellites projecting dreams
found myself in a labyrinth
that i want to get lost in
you swore never to fall in love with a place
they're all the same you'll see
they're all the same you'll feel it soon
what's the hurry now that you're by my side?
and these buildings are the sight
in front of our eyes
what's the hurry now that you're by my side?
i feel like i have arrived
took me a while to end up here
but even standing still it feels
like im moving forward
a place to overromanticize
and to not be
completely disappointed by
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8. |
Occult Love
03:33
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seeking guidance the old way
what do the thrown bones say?
i'm lost so can you help me
find my ariadne?
whispers in the fire
the object of my desire
something drawn in the flames
could it be her face?
these days have grown too long
travelling through them alone
the mornings way too cold
my soul's begging to be sold
i look to you
and your crystal shards
your decks of cards
your skulls and charts
can they tell me
who is it that i'm looking for?
my throat's sore from chanting
for someone enchanting
hopefully rises
from inside the circle
the sigil's glowing
anticipation growing
let this have been worth it
this unending worship
read your cards
read my palms
read the stars
who am i looking for?
in dusty old tomes
i'm searching for
occult love
occult love
wearing dark robes
i'm searching for
occult love
occult love
suddenly the room gets cold
weird light from under the door
the sound of footsteps
i get up to open it and
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9. |
Washington
03:13
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i've spent this day lying in bed and trying on old clothes
in the mirror i see something vague behind me
i blow cigarette smoke my grandmothers menthols
to catch the forms of the things floating around me
they reveal and present themselves to be
my past mistakes and loves and hates and doubts and fears
but i guess i'll just call them ghosts
can you push the past behind you?
as easily as the photos you deleted
former lives returning in your head
as surely as the songs you'd rather forget
the ghosts they approach me
and ask me to sing with them
i hesitate but accept the offer
and so we sing the songs they used to sing in washington
the songs i used to sing along to when i was young
no more ghosts to put the blame on
time to try to understand and move on
understand but not forget
because i've never been one
to deny myself regret
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face to face
shitfaced wide open
mind and arms
embrace each other
i wish i
knew just what you were
going through
all of these years
i was too dumb
to be aware of
blinded by my
stupid ego
here i am bare
trying to show
how much i care
stuck in the middle
of this sad street
on our way
straight to the dead end
where it all
began and will end
lost boys
stumbling through words
how we built
this thing together
how it is
still our fuel
i know this
does not make sense
nothing does
at the dead end
a jigsaw puzzle with broken pieces
coherence seekers keep on seeking
with mile thick walls or not
this is all we've got
searching for our dead end until we fall
in the beginning there was a need
to express our interests and ideas as loud as possible
our abilites to do so were a secondary concern
there was the usual attitude that comes with youth
that all the others they just don't understand
but i think they understood
that one part of the whole just wasn't quite up to par
and with time passing that gap just grew bigger
and with that came thoughts of the cost
of being the weak link
and whether carrying that title was worth it
or just an act of selfishness
acting as a sort of a virus in an otherwise healthy organism
that just might have to lose a limb to survive
but the need is still there
and the need needs to be fed
and it takes us all to hold the fork and knife
and cut in to the bone and tear the flesh
and force it down their throats
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