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Introduction: Silhouette
02:10
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2. |
Fallen Trees
02:55
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I want to see the lights that fade
They draw in their breath and they make a new day
What can we find here,
All past the fallen trees?
I want to hear the shots at night
That startle the kids and turn off the lights
What can we find here,
All past the fallen trees?
I want to taste the sweetest tea
That's made for the foaming lips of the leaves
What can we find here,
All past the fallen trees?
I want to smell the freshest air
That swirls in the breeze and skips through my hair
What can we find here,
All past the fallen trees?
I want to feel the soft of your skin
I want to feel it all over again
What can we find here,
All past the fallen trees?
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3. |
Let Me Be
03:25
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Charlotte is sitting by the merry-go-round
She laughs as Roosevelt's invisible horse falls down
She's always faithful but defiant enough to slap you on your knee
I'm heading back to New York City, hoping they will let me be
Willy cries in the basement to himself
Vomiting like John the Baptist into the bathtub
"I guess it's about time to give up, I've had enough" says General Lee
I'm heading back to New York City, hoping they will let me be
Mister Double-You whispers justification in his sleep
While infantile foot-soldiers don't have boots on their feet
Her Majesty orders that her crown be thrust into the sea
I'm heading back to New York City, hoping they will let me be
"I think I might be wrong" Einstein confesses to Saint Pete
Pete replies "Most of the world's still just looking for something to eat"
"I guess they shouldn't spend so much time living up in the trees"
I'm heading back to New York City, hoping they will let me be
If I could buy your sailor back, I'd stick him on a whale
With Jonah nailed to the perpendicular post of the sail
But you were busy sitting with the hatter, slowly sipping your tea
I'm heading back to New York City, hoping they will let me be
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4. |
(Rothko Enters)
00:39
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5. |
Alive
02:59
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I woke up in the morning
To a shining ray of light
that was blinding
I shattered through the frame
of my second story window
Just to find you
I fell for hours before I could fly
I felt rather desperate, as though I could die
I looked through your glasses, I looked through your eyes
I found my reflection, it kept me alive
I worked at a factory
And it tore right to my brain
Which was leaking
On weekends and on coffee breaks
You drove me straight insane
Always leaving
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You used to be a goth girl
But now you're all colorful
What happened - d'ya bloom?
You looked sharpie'd in
Like the edge of some razor blade
With the make up of a hot air balloon
Oh, oh where did you go?
Just pumping the beat, pumping the beat
Straight into my heart
Your shoes were carbon copied
From the downtown thrift stores
On Division Street
They force you twice the price
Just for the comfort
Of some superficial individuality
Your scornful brow
Shines like daggers but can't make it through
The thick black of my shades
Sneaking round and hiding
Under the radar
Isn't that all you ever wanted to be?
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7. |
Day to Day to Day/Mierda
04:47
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you were always beaten in the back
looking at all the people you were hanging around
making superficial sounds with
expensive shit, having time to remind you
that you never were it and that you never would fit
they were coming all over you again, just when
it seemed that everybody in the world was your friend
you pretend that it's just a little phase, lasting minute to minute
hour to hour, day to day to day
maybe you were right
staring at the yellow street lamps at night
in a highway bar, where the miller light puke ran
out of the door, when you would collapse on the floor
somehow waiting for your girlfriend to call
and shocked to find out that the summer was gone
only taken along into bound brook
chasing some childhood dream
that you held in the piece that you lit
after finding all the other drugs did you shit
but then again maybe you were wrong
you're the one who made yourself into you
you were the one that made the choice to
and if you ended up the way that you ended up
maybe it's your fault
and maybe its a sign that you're diggin you a little hole
day to day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute
just waiting for them to push you in it
put that shit down, drive it away
i ain't saving you from your own self
when you become your own prey
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Standing on the cracked lip of Manhattan, staring at the silhouettes of Jersey City and the stoned glow 'cross the Hudson, shimmering like pavement in the rain. Your imagination of a grandiose urbanity and its diminution to the dark suburbs of Connecticut where you searched for food on your way home for the very first time, upon finding a bleak November and playing in it, living through it, and becoming the dead silence in your bedroom.
You found the towering tree in your front yard missing, the lush autumn leaves crinkled in mud, the house unlit. You found your expectations shot and bewilderment rampant and how quickly things change. And most of all, you found your pitch-black, alive and burning, quiet and potent, pining for the hole in your gut and whatever memory mustered as it swallowed the evening whole.
You were the subtle brilliance in the late autumn sunset and the early winter breeze. You were the wild, bleating hum of the basement and the shock of the Metropark train station and the danger in your confident dive to her. You were the fucking and the blowing and the single dorm room. You were the endless whiskey and burning blunt, you were the very first cigarette and the digital alarm clock as it's light's first began to fade.
You were the barren Boston apartment and the creeping sense of misplacement and the summer lights across Hidden Court and the compass yelling "New Brunswick!" and the scare in your cannabis haze and the heaviness of the studio and the variety of the sound and the train to New York and the Washington Square rain.
You are the dimming lights of Battery Park City, standing on the cracked lip of Manhattan, staring at the silhouettes of Jersey City and the stoned glow 'cross the Hudson, shimmering like pavement in the rain.
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9. |
Blissed Out
02:41
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10. |
Fading Star
05:10
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You
were all that
I had
Now
you are
a fading star
You
said that
you loved me
Now
you are
a fading star
I
wanted
you
Now
you are
a fading star
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11. |
All Over Again
02:58
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Would you whisper when the cops are coming
Run into the woods
Could we get back to our hiding place
And keep it up
All over again
All over again
Would you push me if I move to slow
And hold me back when I run
Would you make me out to be someone
Thats better than that
All over again
All over again
Would you be
Somebody like me
All over again
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