1. |
Boin Coy
03:22
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boy sleeps sound both day and night
rides the rails of his waking life
flips a coin for every choice
its always, always tails
torn like a bird in a hurricane
tourniquet on his memories
never could recall the day that
the sunset east, and the sea change peaked
stayed too long in the boxing ring
disappeared when love would sing
comfortable in the canopy he
listened in
the world was spinning on a string
compressing all he thought to be
happy for the happy people he
never had periphery
grateful for objective truth
proud of all who it too
protective of seekers and shook
its all he could find for fuel
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2. |
Par for the Course
02:43
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par for the course
with my teeth falling out
throwing up all the blood
that i keep in my head with the thought
that it's been
three years and i still feel that sickness
and some of those nights
i remember the fever
a certain clarity
that i knew what was happening but
everything was a mirror and i was in love with an idea
because i'm eager
i've never seen the real one
and now i'm starting to look
and it's sinking in
that i can move anywhere
but this ghost will follow me there
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3. |
I'm Down
03:13
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in honor of events i can't decide
if what i feel is justified
if what i think is happening or not
it seems so juvenile to think that it's test just to see
if i care, well if it is i'll pass
only if i ask
in retrospect, i have the thought
so if i'm wrong, there's still a hook
waiting to catch my strings so it can pull my legs and
walk me into delusion
to a place where the choir sings
without conduction
but it might be bliss
just sweet ignorance
i won't let it take me down
but if i'm right
well shit
i can't let it take me down
though i wish it would somehow
i won't let it take me down
i can't let it take me down
baby i'm so empty
i have so much space inside of me that i don't know what to do
i've got nothing to lose
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4. |
Sinead
02:55
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all of my thoughts are going bad
and all of my time is spent in
between what
i have seen and what i need
there's a fox around the yard
with my god around its neck
a clever thought
i'll kill it the first chance i get
or
what i've seen is what i need
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5. |
The Rust
03:21
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there was a man who's hands were spades
and with them he would etch into marble beautiful things
when found out he could never undull them alone
he fell to his knees, punched the ground
and then he got stuck
until someone pulled him out
but the water won and now
he's painting the rust
when he found the coat had dried
he pulled all his strings like a puppeteer to find
anyone with the patience and the skill
to reset the edge and to deinvent this wheel
that pulls him anywhere
far enough away from
feeling their love
he met a girl who swore she could see
all of her faults, the complete state of things
on a good day she would say objectively
but in between extremes, she'd just flee
so she could just repeat
and hopefully there would be
something to rust
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6. |
Angels of Death
02:03
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i disappear, become static in the air when
i hear the news, when i see what they do
holding their heads, pulling the wires from their necks til
there's nothing behind their darting little eyes
they leave to bleed their
history on the ground, their progress up until now
like a burned book, a lost chapter
some new holy war for some spiteful god
well i'm told the plan is to save everyone
and i can understand, it's the most noble motive
but when the president calls in his angels of death
and they fucking miss, we're not so different
we just leave them to bleed their
history on the ground
their progress up until now
like a burned book, a lost chapter
some new holy war for some spiteful god
some big empty plan to keep on keeping on
i disappear become static in the air when i hear the news when i see what they do
yeah i disappear become static in the air
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7. |
Cash
01:53
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i don't really wanna stop
i don't really wanna talk
just give me the cash
and i know that you might mean well
but i've still got my private hell
just give me the cash
then maybe i can buy a car
stop living in a college town yeah
cash
i know you think it's not your fault
that this is just how it works
but it is
i'm not a human ornament no
cash
i know that you might mean well
but i've still got my private hell
just give me the cash yeah
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8. |
Pupate
04:12
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now pause, turn off
become the calm
because you must
grow into your skin
dumb luck will decide
if you're a moth or a butterfly
either way you need your wings
spin silk around my head
close my eyes and mouth and begin
to sit with the suffering
and turn it into a gift
i don't want to stay here long
or chase after what i got
or rust in my own blood
or sleep without dreaming anymore
now start again
emerge from the cast
you were a puddle in your summer skin
now hold it there
like an ornament
such a beautiful thing does exist
it is you
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9. |
Demian
04:20
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all i was searching for was a line in the sand
or an outline of a hand
that had been there once
but hasn't been there since
and i would never know if they covered their tracks
i don't need to know
my demian, your demian, our demian
where are you now
'cause it's been a while
and the winter's child is born again
it's always mild outside your memory
all our lives are bent 'round the signs
arrested by the search for
my demian, your demian, our demian
where are you
we are conduits
ornamental conjugates
reflex of a coastal split
born out of fever and
we'll return when succeeded
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10. |
DYDX
03:43
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all the salt has pulled the water from your hands
now no one wants to stay here
they've seen what's next, they're taking steps from your example
that's what happens when the caustics say okay, that's what i wanted
it's a pattern yet
all the changes and rearrangements won't dissolve the central problem
it's a long road, just make damn sure
you don't fall in love with the sadness
comfort is blind, almost shameless
all things happen in a space that places no ethical demands
that's what happens when the caustics say okay, that's what i wanted
that's what happens when the pattern comes around and there's no better option
so it starts again
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11. |
No Fucking Dreams
03:49
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i used you like water wings
i was a flash in the pan, a side effect of your friendliness
i still taste your skin
you gave me buoyancy
but the thinning of air as a result of the changing speeds
in the things that make up everything
allowed me to sink in austere confusion
i had a practice going, but the last few months just took their toll
it was enough to steal my sense of clarity
there never was an efficient way to crack your code and truly learn
so all the lessons will remain, i still
wander in loneliness with my anger hanging like the anchor that i was for you
now the sun sets east and when i get to sleep i have no fucking dreams
there was a door that i passed through before, but someone's changed the keys
and i have come to believe that no one can suspend their judgements
i wont try, i just keep in mind what i need so my life's not a lie
that sounds good, but good is just a word
that i've defined, and the same thing goes with lie
this is my intention when i write these songs talking like this
that they'll help some one identify with the things they cannot control
but that isn't to say that they never will, though it's possible
maybe i sound like a selfish prick
i think image is a small thing to sacrifice, especially in the light
of all that could change, fuck the feelings that you say i made you feel
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12. |
Winter '13
04:48
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the landline is obsolete, it's been crucified between the trees
it is a testament to a lack of depth in communication
really elevates the heart rate to pick apart the meaning of the endless succession of identical days
used to crack on the drive home, start crying at the right songs
now we let them all play, just stare at the oncoming traffic lane
when we pass through a city, whether it's shitty or pretty, there's a momentary lapse in identity
to think what if i could call this home, or i used to but i've since grown, and this is where we found our love, and now we will above the corner store
we've got our drugs, and we've got our friends, we're working throughout the weekend
it's not like that
been searching for a lover, like a cop undercover, who can't live by the convictions that he makes
as if you need another person to discover that you're not at all like what you seem
i knew a girl for couldn't take it, she gonna move to Jamaica, she had a baby now she's starting over again
she's living out the cycle, becoming a disciple to the person that she vowed she'd never be
it's better than it's ever been, no it is better than it ever was
and if it needs a name, then it's parallax,
but if it don't then you must accept that it's not like that all the time
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