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Prelude
01:16
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in and out of alleyways
between the grays
of your virtue
(not picking up the phone)
try to make do
hoping for some better days
those bitter ways
that Winning Blues
(the winner is alone)
it will hurt you
so i wish to tell you
it’s not a race
no face
(reflected in the sky)
don’t know why
all the songs are for you
this whole life is all there is
or, isn’t it?
i am not sure
(the blueprint’s incomplete)
will there be more?
whether or not we exist
as more than this
we’ll still seek more
(the circuit overheats)
open the door
let it in, the secret
the whispered wind
of love
hear it sing
all the songs are for you
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3. |
Something Like an Art
03:07
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these chords i dreamt of
i heard them ring inside a dream
nothing else was present
nothing else was seen
a major 7th
then right onto the dominant
puzzle pieces of a
haunting melody
heeded the message
deciphered all the silent words
closed my eyes and pictured
what all of this means
i put it all together
in my hands i hold it then
i wait for it fall apart
this is a process
that i do not fully control
but it is so easy
to pretend i do
so write your name down
and call it yours, i’ll call it mine
then we’ll see who really
really knows the truth
forget it all
what was it all
who was it all
all this for?
i never knew it
but now i know ill never know
i don’t need to know it
know it anymore
i watch it come together
in my ears i hear the weather
and it’s something like an art
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4. |
More and More
02:46
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can you see the stone?
turn it in your hand
try to feel the warmth
what does it withhold?
do you understand?
is it like a storm?
moving through the earth
patterns on the screen
everyone ignores
what is money worth?
capital obscene
and we beg for more
more and more
we’re familiar with
this unfolding way
that the world will end
it is not a myth
but it feels that way
can’t accept this trend
spend the day inside
spend the day alone
throw away the stone
every suit and tie
they just want to own
everything you hope for
more and more
take a look outside now
go for a walk and be real
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search inside
to find something
you can’t buy
the tide rising
little lies
the first feeling
you can’t hide
the walls crumbling
how will we
become new
again to see
to see the truth
in the closing eyes of before
look around
and you’ll notice
hear that sound
of a lotus
now you found
and you know this
whispered sound
is the fullest
like a bird
i hear you sing
every word
for everything
in the closing eyes of before
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6. |
X
00:29
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in the rainclouds
of the summer
make me whole
in the mirror
of the memory
bring me back
to the rivers
flooding Vermont
take me home
for i am lost
but im not scared
so ill wait, there
with a bagpipe
made of plastic
i will play
every lost song
as a new one
this will be
all that i need
need to be free
from the past life
can i still love
it without cost?
i can’t wait, there
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every meaning, yes, i mean it but then i don’t
it’s so hard intervening when i don’t know
quarantining through the motions of to and fro
but the balance is leaning towards you alone
pick a reason for the person that you’ve become
excavate all the seasons for spirit gum
this adhesion of my memories to my thumb
commit treason the past and the future sum
find the answer in a place where you cannot see
put together the pictures of you and me
hear the whirr of a type of machine you can’t unfree
can’t unfree who you ‘re from who you want to be
the ambivalence of living a lie alone
where did all of my hair just go?
i'm a child, i'm an elder, i'm all at once
we emerge from loss
sitting on a little lake
waiting for the world to go
back into where all of this comes from
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the past is not the answer
no, you can’t connect
what is happening now
to what you’ll soon forget
the past is not the answer
it’s time to let it go
for everybody’s waiting
they already know
the past is not the answer
though it feels like it is
and though you think you’ll die
all you’ll do is live
the past is not the answer
it’s time for something new
something fresh and exciting
oh wait, that won’t do
the past is not the answer
but neither is what comes
‘cause all those reasons for it
are fading in the sun
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10. |
Part as (W)hole
02:42
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when the future pulls
pulls apart all your worlds
will you still believe
that the tree will keep standing?
when the soil runs
runs away to the river,
and it flows away,
will you flow away with it?
what is coming next
came before
i can see every circle above it all
part as (w)hole
is it fatalist
to accept it so fully?
does it draw you in
into different beginnings?
there’s so much that i
that i’ve wanted to tell you
every ending is
something we cannot believe
what we make of it
what we try to hold
onto in our dreams
time to let it go
the roots of this tree
are not made of your worries
what is coming next
came before
i can see every circle above it all
part as (w)hole
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i know its true
i know its true
the way the colors change their hue
because its true
because its true
i wonder when i will be you
there is a clue
there is a clue
after the caterpillar flew
it wasn’t new
it wasn’t new
the cycle always pays its due
so close your eyes
and look around
open again and you’ll have found
you’ll see the way
a different way
a different way to hear the sound
a steady bass
a strummed guitar
a voice that can’t quite reach that far
this is okay
this is okay
it always changes the same way
is this the way
that i can’t go?
from night to day
from hide to show
from stop to go
it all unfolds
you think you know
you think you know
the way the sunshine comes and goes
but you don’t know
but you don’t know
the light that shines behind the glow
so let it go
just let it go
there’s some things better off unknown
you’re not alone
you’re not alone
they’re with you in the overtones
is this the way
that i can’t go?
from night to day
from hide to show
from stop to go
the prayer intoned
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13. |
What Used to Be Real
03:43
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i see the shore
it isn’t more
then was before
i'm walking towards it
it’s made of what
you’re thinking of
you’re thinking of
a way to be there
who’s keeping score?
the price of war
i'm not so sure
that it was worth it
to fill the cup
with all your luck
to drink it up
the ocean beware
my hand is in the water
the water moves through me
i swim into
the shape of you
oh, what a view
the depth of not me
the swelling waves
the sandy caves
a flooded grave
what used to be real
it feels like the undertow is pulling me
but i'm floating on the surface
i wait for it to
save my life
save my life
again
my hand dissolves into salt
the water sets me free
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