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Substanced
03:55
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Well I stumbled into a building that used to house a glowing light
I looked for traces of kitchened midnights; our decompressing sighs
Floating through the cherrywood
And I listen for you but demons speak back
All of your equipment scattered in our tiny office
With scrapbook bindings turned make-believe sheet music
You never got to feel; I wear your clothes to keep them occupied
But they swallow me whole
And there are only walls, a ceiling, a dying dog, wallpaper peeling
Elastic days stretch to their limit
My head is cinder
And if I had enough time I'd find my way back
Forget the smokestacks and the seared scenes of black
But now I'll drown in something much more substanced
And I fold my heart out slightly so you can listen if you get the chance
But before I could speak, you reach underneath my bones
And all I could think is;
If you still own me, where's my home?
If you still own me, tell me where's our home?
If you still own me, won't you bring me back home
If you still own me, bring me back home
And there are only walls, a ceiling, a dying dog, wallpaper peeling
Elastic days stretch to their limit
My head is cinder
And if I had enough time I'd find my way back
Forget the smokestacks and the seared scenes of black
But now I'll drown in something much more substanced
Where the walls less guarded, the plants less grown
The swelling of my wounds like a strain unknown
A different mirror glow, my is blurred and dulled
A defining light leaving our village home
Leaving the color wheel an empty barrow
Until my tired eyes lose any sense of hope
The whole scene fades to black
And now I can't look at my hands
Can't picture yours holding them
And I'll rest in permanent dark
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2. |
Pipe Dream
03:51
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Breathe me in
Sort yourself
Let me out
Of this cage
Let me go
The story's been told and folded
Hold me close until you think I'm finished
Until I fade in the dark space
You are beautiful and you know it
And I am ashamed
So hear me out
Through your ear-splitting doubt
Let me know if I am such a fuss
I promise I can much less once I learn
You know I haven't had many teachers
But I have observed
So when I'm in the crowd
Can't find a way home this weekend
Would you save
Everything that I wrote?
'Cause the engines are loud
And they're saying the end is around the corner
Will I know you're beautiful
But I am alone
My lover I am alone
My baby I am alone
My lover I am alone
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3. |
Reminders We Keep
05:12
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Take all my money, I don't need it anyway
It's just the price I pay to be here
And if someday I try to turn far from grace
Just remember the days I was there with you
When the sun was shining on your freckled, dewy face
I was kissing the spaces in your fingers
Love was a stain, a truthful silence they preached
Would steal the growth from your blossoming ground
And it spills that red ink
Making ritual spontaneity
Come out, come play
My triggered passionate rage
There is comfort at the nape of your neck
Tiny houses on the street are reminders we keep
Enough wood and tile to put us to bed
Sleeping angels laced with porcelain thread
So measure up to every line you can muster up
The courage to reach on their terms
You festering child, there's no passing lifestyle
That will save you from what you will learn
But one morning you'll steam into a pot of jasmine tea
And the future will feel like a pebble
Tumbling over frozen lakes, landing at your feet
Oh god it must feel good to be a stranger
Come out, come play
This sickening cat and mouse game
Is just another tale of head versus heart
Tiny gardens on the street are reminders we keep
Up with even strings pulling apart
But that can't be the reason you died
Twisting oceans won't even ask why
I should be happy
I should be kinder
I should be wealthier
With some kind of knowledge
I should be happy
I should be kinder
I should be wealthier
With some kind of knowledge
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4. |
Flood
03:46
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Fever dreams on weekday nights
A starving of my appetite
It's hard to stay close
So I stay far
My daddy taught me how to lie
My mom, she taught how to swallow
Some people just choke
Some just follow
But if I wanted to be free
I should have listened carefully
They want you to plead
Show them those teeth and crawl out from underneath
Well I don't know what you expected us to say
We want you to believe and pray
We want you to show your face
Well if you think that you're exempt from all the
Sorrow that you swept
You better curb your judgment
A flood is comin' in
Grab your rudders
A flood is comin' in
So would you stay here?
(It's no hurricane
Though winds would sway and board our windows shut
The nights are stone
I've been alone digging holes where they shouldn't go)
So would you ground me?
(It worked out that way, love
No way to unsee what's been seen)
Crawl out from underneath
(The days are blistered)
Though every word is wild and cheap
(From petty words)
If you say that you don't miss me
Well I'll crawl back underneath your feet
And I'll stay there 'til you listen
'Til your empathy outweighs your fear
If you say that you don't like it
When the chains around your neck tighten
Well I can't let you impress me
Keep you wrapped in that florescent light
Just say that you are hungry
For some taste that I can't manage
I could change all of my atoms
So I could have a fair advantage, oh lord
(It's no hurricane)
If you say that-
(Though winds would sway and board our windows shut
The nights are stone, I've been alone
Digging holes where they shouldn't go)
-You don't love me
(It worked out that way, love
No way to unsee what's been seen)
It's just a figment of my imagination
Until I wake, and you are gone
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5. |
Milk Fridge
02:28
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Sometimes I swear I see the train tracks movin'
But it's just me moving my car
All of the land just sways and it slams me
When I don't know where you are
And all of the trees they try to talk to me
But I keep my headphones in
Oh, the train tracks I just wish I could lay there
If nothing but to get some quiet
And all I see is what I reflect back to me
And I don't want to be her
Well at least today when I go off to work
I can know for some time that I'm needed
And when I get milks for our little milk fridge
I know that my boss will say thank you (thank you!)
And she has got bangs that hang over her face
And a heart that hangs over the building
She smiles especially bigger for all of the women
That display a kindness that we surely try to be
And all I see is what she reflects back to me
And I want to be her
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