1. |
Saddle Up
03:05
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Saddle up take a trip to the edge of town
Break your rules for the night lighten up a bit
Picking out the points on the curve of time
Still don't know if we are going
Are we going?
Nothing to do but look at the stars
Try to tell the difference but they all look like stars
Nothing to do but listen to the rain
Still don't know if we are going
Are we going?
You sold me something that I couldn’t have
Shoving my nose in these mystery bags
You sold me something that I couldn’t have
Bury my head into the sand
Bury my head into the sand
Bury my head into both hands
Bury my head into the sand
Bury my head into both hands
You sold me something that I couldn’t have
You sold me something that I couldn’t have
You sold me something that I couldn’t have
You sold me something that I couldn’t have
Bury my head into the sand
Bury my head into both hands
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2. |
Worry
02:28
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I worry all the time
or not at all
and sometimes to a fault
Place your confidence
in my resolve
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3. |
Glandílis
03:20
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We'll never fill these empty walls
We'll never fill these empty seats
We'll never touch the ceiling in this place
We'll never change the way that we love
We'll never feel the weight of the sea
We'll never be the ocean floor
We'll never drown in each other's sleep
We'll never feel that ecstasy
Let's talk about the bottom line
We'll never fill these empty walls
We'll never fill these empty seats
We'll never touch the ceiling in this place
We'll never change the way that we love
We'll never feel the weight of the sea
We'll never be the ocean floor
We'll never drown in each other's sleep
We'll never feel that ecstasy
Let's talk about the bottom line
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4. |
Take as Directed
04:37
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Sweeping up, lost my touch
Done my part, wasn't much
Head hanging, brain tight
Relax, this chairs alright
Driving with my knees, breathe
Easy, this chairs got wheels
But whose gonna catch me
I've always admired your elasticity
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5. |
Martyr
03:50
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Martyr
work harder
not smarter
be like your father
be like your father
Martyr
work harder
not smarter
be like your father
be like your father
When you take
pleasure out of pain
you will make
a martyr out of everything
When you take
pleasure out of pain
you will make
a martyr out of everything
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
Martyr
work harder
not smarter
be like your father
be like your father
Martyr
work harder
not smarter
be like your father
be like your father
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6. |
Fast but not Far
04:34
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Fast but not far
turned around some
Fast but not far
another step gone
Red drips for three days
blue lips until you're okay
It's amazingly small
and meaningless
It's amazingly small
still meaningless
Fast but not far
turned around some
Fast but not far
another step gone
Returned, new for a second
Tired forever
It's amazingly small
and meaningless
It's amazingly small
still meaningless
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7. |
Cistern
04:20
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Rain water cistern
softest sound in the world
tremors underground
crawl beneath, crawl beneath
Mother’s knife
depressive episode
post traumatic stress
whatever is worst, return from the dead
Like the wings of cicadas
feel the lightning in your fingers
resonate and fracture
resonate and fracture
In the cloud of unknowing
we surrender our senses
katabasis, journey to the outside
we transcend ever downwards
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8. |
Grandpa
04:34
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Does this pull have me in mind
chapter six, don't blink
2049, moving through
Leaving, just in
being, right on time
Sinking
Sink in
Sleeping
Sleep in
Sinking
Sink in
Sleeping
Sleep in
Bubbling up
Boiling away
My head numb
Today
Misery love company
and I enjoy my own
Not a weirdo, a little weird tho
Only a stone with a name
nothing left to do
Sinking
Sink in
Sleeping
Sleep in
Sinking
Sink in
Sleeping
Sleep in
Bubbling up
Boiling away
My head numb
Today
Grandpa was pretty cool
he fell into this too
Grandpa was pretty cool
he fell into this too
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9. |
Sluster
04:37
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It never quite feels like the first time
You stayed up to watch the sunrise
It never quite feels like the first time
You fell in love, you laughed or you cried
and it never quite feels like the first time
You got lost and looked into the inside
and it never quite feels like the first time
You inhaled and took it to the mainline
And it never quite feels like the first time
you got lost and looked into the inside
Looking up, look around
Pack it up, keep it loose
feel the wind, sheet it in
Getting caught, reel it in
spit it out, let it loose
Til it feels right
You can make it if you want
You just gotta try
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