1. |
It Gets Away From You
00:54
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2. |
Memories Like A Swingset
03:26
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slow down you take a left up here
calm down maybe take a nap
wake up and its all coming back
you follow each day like a gps
but it's life
and it flies
follow this thought to its root
think back on what it could be
swing back and forth between two memories
tell me what it is you see
is it life
does it fly
i think that we can make it
if we jump between two memories just like a swingset
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3. |
Warm Blanket
02:16
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every two weeks or so
i lose a little control
find myself on the floor
you popped in the door
said i didn't need to take it
but heres a warm blanket
i saw the corner
of an idea you can't understand
but it was clear
that it was just fear
so i reached to take it
that warm blanket
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5. |
Stripes
01:54
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early in the morning
laughter and a hiss
paints that morning ceiling
of loss and of bliss
he looks like frustration
in the end he will know
this world is a dream
one we'll outgrow
with hope as the prize
stripes in his eyes
a heart like a vase
filled with dead things and waste
that's why it hurts to know ya
when it ends up like this
bowed at a grave
over loss and of bliss
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flowers and bumblebees
hanging in the canopies
of the trees
surrounding your home
birds chirping in my head
the cats underneath the bed
waiting patiently
for one of these birds to go quietly
i tried to sleep but i find myself knee deep
in old familiar patterns
the ones that creep and control the way i keep
on in this condition
and after i'm done yelling at the sun
you sing softly to the sky
overdone
shooting the moon right between the eye
fog lake
and an empty head surprise
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7. |
Stars For Eyes
03:32
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shut your weary eyes its time to go to bed
and make peace with everything
that sits in your head
counting sheep till 3 when i gotta get up early
the sun peaks through the skies
trading stars for eyes
they're all watching me so i dive even deeper
an alarm meets my ends
i get a case of the bends
i wake up the lunartic roger said we all could be
the rest of the day is well spent
just trying to calm the sea
ooo how are you doing
ooo it must be confusing
to step out of a cupboard
to a home with many rooms
to a dream within a dream
you hang up wallpaper over each door
just like before
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8. |
This Isn't Paper
01:42
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9. |
Do You Remember?
02:52
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why does my heart pop
when it inflates too much
my head is a tin roof
think its all bullets
but its just rain-
in my eyes
bangin like a drum
think i need the sun
can't see past the rain-
umbrellas grow into my brain
then i can't tell if
the clouds part their way
its okay
these are the days
often when i'm down
i take a look around
i can see the pages turn
in that moment i could burn-
the entire book from this place
instead i choose to face
the world outside my room
with a crooked smile
and this tune inside of my head
these are the days
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10. |
Mayday
03:46
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think i'm growing old
my head and chest feel cold
looked you in the eye
told you not to cry
think i'm getting sick
everything feels numb
but you looked at me real quick
and said these things-
come and pass
but you don't look to good
no you don't look like how you should
everything is out of place
but i'll stay here anyway.
there's nothing i can do
all this dust in my brain
think i forgot my name
but you dust it like you do
you're a hard working man
when you think of things to do
brain doesn't have a clue
head doesn't have a plan
whats your next move
what do you gotta prove
whats on your mind today
are you standing in the way
hope you get there soon
and you're singing a softer tune
hope its sweet and fair
you're lucky to be here
we're all lucky to be here
hope you see it clear
goodnight or goodbye
i'll be here anyways.
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