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Overture
02:36
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In my dreams, it feels so far in the back of my mind--
Like I’d bought enough time
Between the window pane that you shake in vain
And my eager, dancing heart.
All my wounds are coming clean.
She sits still. I take her picture in the withering light;
She smiles at the sight
Of a squirrel’s chase -- lovers race
In the tree branch above,
But I never saw her fall in love.
The irony of fate is: some things never change,
And when we notice them, they always come too late.
The golden days will hide behind the average haze,
While we wonder what we’re missing in this game.
So if you don’t mind, sing something kind to me now.
Rediscover the sound,
Of the breaking light of our morning bloom,
Shaking dust from your hide as
You float across the room.
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2. |
Out of Eden
04:31
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All of spring sits on your tongue and
All I know is I want to taste the flowers in bloom
And you hair in the moon.
All the trees reach out their branches to
Grab your waist and whisper answers in your ear
Like why the snow melts each year.
I will put sheets on your flowerbed
And keep you warm even when winter’s dead.
When other blossoms bloom, I’ll pick you instead.
I want to watch as you shake that pollen from your head.
When the ocean crawls out of your eyes,
The water falls and I can’t deny I’m sorry.
I could not stave off all your fears.
Well you’re calling me from the summer breeze,
And it hits me hard so I stare up at the stars and think:
Oh, I’ll ask them how:
I can put sheets on your flowerbed
And keep you warm even when winter’s dead.
When other blossoms bloom, I’ll pick you instead.
I want to watch as you shake that pollen from your head.
Your teeth are cut so straight and even.
You’re wondering how we got out of Eden so innocent.
Well, darling, I didn’t.
So I’ll spill my thoughts to the only god
Who I ever saw or ever called, I think she’s Love
Looking down from high above.
So when you walk my way,
Don’t even try to say that
Time is like a river, and I love you like the birds love the sky.
Because this life is but a sliver, and we do what we must to survive.
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3. |
Secrets
02:53
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I went walking down your street.
I found my heart beneath the evergreens and
In the way you shake your head when you say hi.
I had smoked my last cigarette, and
I cursed the way you’d smell it on my breath
And not even tell me that they’ll knock me dead.
I know I should probably quit.
Your father wishes we had never met.
I wonder what your mother says at night.
Well, all my brothers and friends have lovers
I just want to taste that for myself.
So if you’ll just stand there and curl your blonde hair,
I promise I won’t change anything.
Cause I’ve got secrets that no man can keep in,
And I know I’ve gotta get that out of my chest.
I will break down on your porch
And smile, maybe, for what it’s worth:
I hope that what I say is what I mean.
For all the words curled under my tongue,
I swear to god that my love’s still young --
At least when it doesn’t feel like it’s turning gray.
‘Cause all my brothers and friends have lovers
I just want to taste that for myself.
So if you’ll just stand there and curl your blonde hair,
I promise I won’t change anything.
Cause I’ve got secrets that no man can keep in,
And I know I’ve gotta get that out of my chest.
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4. |
Confession
03:00
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I cried last Easter morning
Just thinking of your face,
And god was only smiling
He gave me my mistakes
Just like Jesus and the Saints
Singing in the chorus in the clouds.
I was talking to my therapist
I told him all I knew
About my brain and all my brainwaves
How they fetter and accrue
Like the entropy inside of me
Is never going down. It’s only more.
All my friends are feeling followed
By my shadow every night,
And I know if they could give me
A second chance the might
Come to see the world
As I see the world today.
And evergreens will never die,
And I most likely will never cry
When you come ‘round again.
You’re alway begging, breaking,
Making no sense at all
With your eyes and all, you’ll never come home.
My feet are breaking, always,
And my tongue is lashing out.
My heart is boiling underneath
My skin and all that doubt.
Oh I know I don’t have anything,
Anything left to say but goodbye darling.
Well I know it’s all wrong.
I know my life is a song
Written by maniacs, scribbling down all their crazy acts
And I know my life is a joke
Written on paper by someone else who’s braver.
Lord I know. Oh Lord, I know.
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5. |
Time
03:28
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Every Sunday’s like an evening dress
Draped across your back,
And I keep wondering when you’re coming,
When you’re coming back.
I’ll just sit here singing softly --
Waiting for my turn
To fade into black.
Monday came like fur coats and checkered ties.
All my friends, they say
That I should just lie down
With all my thoughts and all my fears,
My coffee-fed tears.
I’m gonna turn you into rhymes.
I’m gonna turn you into rhymes x3
Hair like raven feathers falling
From a winter tree.
All those ancient fellas found you
In their poetry.
I’ve been told that I would feel it in my bones,
So, I’m gonna let you be my home.
I’m gonna let you be my home x2
I’m gonna let you be my one and only home…
Just give me time.
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