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Phase
03:46
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I don’t know how I should approach the man who stays inside the line
But says to go toward the light
I’ve been aging all my grapes hoping that they turn to wine
And they always turn out right
So take my word because I’m fresh out of the cash that you accept
I hide the money in the rear
And I’ll take your house if you can talk, take your car if you can walk
I’ll even let you steer
I was a boy scout, so you know that I know how to tie a noose
Spent three or four years too many passing off my dues
I hit the top prize at the fair and I didn’t even blink
Put a big screen in my head so you can watch the way I think
The clues all add up to very basic math
But looking back I never could do very basic math
I mixed up all my pills on very different days
Maybe I’m just going through a phase
I only drink when I am mad, but I’ve been drinking all the time
Drinking all the time these days
My therapist can’t keep up with all the notes that I give her
So I pay her all in dimes these days
Where was that secret place you said you hid jewels when you were 10
I’m gathering supplies
The tides are shifting and they say it’s related to the moon
But I think it’s your eyes
I had a bad day but at least it was the eye of the storm
I been lying when I told you that I was true to form
I haven’t had a wink of sleep in my bed this year
If the only thing to fear is fear itself than that I fear
I’ve been listening to the same song on repeat in my head
I still can’t can’t focus on all the things that the singer said
I been dropping crumbs for years so I don’t forget the way
Maybe I’m just going through a phase
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2. |
All They're Worth
03:59
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The way they lie, I’ll take em soaking wet
Starting from scratch ain’t hit 50 yet
As the days go by the second hand revolts
The summer thunder leads to lightning bolts
So who am I to ride the bomb to earth
Taking the bankers for all they’re worth
Screeching tires in the rose parade
Million dollar man self made
You’re coming home to roost
Now you’re on the loose
Mortgage all your rent
You ain’t lost nothing yet
I sold the farm to keep the farm afloat
I left instructions on a sticky note
Masquerade until the ball is done
And tell when you think you’re having fun
Traveling keeps the air compressed
Makes you settle for second best
Sticking all the branches and burrs
Before you notice missing furniture
Used up all my blanks
Shooting tiger tanks
Aiming for the top
Never met a man I couldn’t stop
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3. |
The Sound
03:20
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In majesty the people slept
And powered through the empty streets
And in the window darkness crept
And kept the people in their seats
The machinations of the feeble and the cost
Leave open ended problems that are lost
And I for one don’t want to see the final days
That slip away into waters of the sound
So when the people gather west
And put on their Sunday best
The faces all among the streets
Drawing pain in their chest
And everyone taking just the things they need
And all the dogs in the park are running free
And I for one don’t want to see the final days
That slip into the waters of the sound
Keep a secret if you can
Don’t tell anyone you know
Practice all your slight of hand
And let the embers glow
Show the manager a two old receipt
Take the money and the mattress and the sheet
Cause I for one don’t want to see the final days
That slip into the waters of the sound
The words are dark and angry
The people had thought they cut a deal to escape
All are stuck on Main Street
And the traffic is stalled
Can’t seem to find a way
So pray that you can go to see the light outside the mine
And have another beer, say it’s going fine
You toed it first, and then walked over the line
And slipped into the waters of the sound
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4. |
Carolina
02:41
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I remember waves
In the waves the sun
And the heartbeats of everyone
Like fire in a room full of lighter fluid
I’m stuck on you like there’s nothing to it
So I walk
with a stutter step
and a lump in my throat like I just got strep
You got me sick
Like missing school
Carolina Carolina where are you?
I had you in the past
They said it wouldn’t last
But we beat the odds
Syncopated, Infiltrated, Guess we had em all evaded
Grinning at the soft light of a camera phone
The only proof you’re not alone
In the wake of a war that just got through
Carolina where are you?
Someday
Maybe Tuesday after last
You’ll say
The future’s not as scary as the past
We’ll go
To the end of bleaker street and back
Again
So if I had some breaks
And things fall my way
I’d get an extra room
And a place to stay
A place to stay that’s in your town
So you’d forget when I’m not around
I think about
A brand new start
Taste for food and an eye for art
But both my eyes are just for you
Carolina, Carolina where are you?
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5. |
Been Before
04:13
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Everyday I wake
From another dream
Seeing life play out
In a magazine
Everything I hate
Everywhere I go
Hurry up the ending
Now it’s coming slow
So gather up the flames
Of our burning town
The city on the hill
The city on the ground
Triumphantly Obtuse
Myopically aware
Gathering distance
Clearing of the air
But I can’t seem to break with what I’ve Been before
Been before
Been before
Miscreants and provocations
Seminal readings and the bluffs
Making conversation
I’ve already had enough
I’ve already had enough
Running out of road
Knew it wouldn’t last
The horizon line
Burying the past
Jumping in the air
flailing both my arms
basking in the grey
and pulling the alarm
Seeing red and burgundy
Don’t remove the certainty
There’s only so much air to breath
In the cold
Blame it all on happenstance
But that’s all left to chance
And with every passing year I’m growing old
I need a motion where to go
The end of the show
And the materials I knew
are growing thin
Shelter is the place to be
Next to a crowded street
I feel I’m ready to begin
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