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Kilt Distractor
04:30
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What happened to the songs we used to sing
things we used to cling unto our breast
we'd rest them in our hands
like candied diamond sands
and then they'd flow
and you'd say, "oh, where did they go?"
you don't have to know
In those conversations deep into the night
ones where you'd see the stars as light
and their light would surely fade
into even brighter shades
as the morning reared up
and you say, "oh, I'm waiting for home."
There's a way of feeling low that's not low
If you you want to feel alive, then feel it: that's the only way to know
There's a secret in that feeling
that no one is repeating
and it's never been told
there's a place where nothing's needed
and everything has meaning
and I want to go
no one said so
can't wait for that low
there's a way of feeling low that's not low
can't wait for that low
you don't have to know
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I got tired
03:42
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You can gather up all the things
dress them up with bells and rings
you can gather up all the things, but no
Make a list of the things you love
you will find that it's not enough
make a list of the things you love, but no
I got tired of the mountains
I got tired of the sea
Make a note of the friends you have
write it down on a music staff
make a note of the friends you have, but no
Wake up early, or wake up late
everything will be slipping away
wake up early or wake up late, but no
I got tired of the mountains
I got tired of the sea.
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3. |
x is bad, y is worse
05:05
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Was it a date?
Were you forced?
Were you too young to really know the score?
We'll assign certain values
and someone will write it down.
We'll file it away somewhere.
We've got our notes;
we thank you and we'll make sure to write it down.
No one can say what was
No one can say but you
And if no one believes you
And if no one will hear the truth
You can shout it out - louder still -
until they can't pretend you don't exist
They will try to break you
by saying you're faking
They'll shake and pull
but they will never take you down
They will minimize it
and criticize you
they'll lie and lie
but they can never break you down
if they say
"walk it off"
make them walk you off
if they say
"walk it off"
you make them walk you off
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4. |
Spaces
03:00
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There's a dream that's forgotten still lodged somewhere
the one where you are young
and your life is a golden shore.
One slip of the morning
you will rise to face your truer self:
a dream that's hampered by nothing and no one.
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5. |
Spaces 2
04:05
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You can feel it creep on your skin
starting up from where your self begins
you can feel it shaking you
and taking control
Blood pulls where it wants to go
bones bend, and then won't let go
you'll do the Always Overload
the Always Overload
But tonight let's do something else
Dim the lights and save ourselves
Let the beat of the kick track
Be the beat of our hearts
Though it's stupid and hopeless
let's not give into slowness
let's do the Always Overload
the Always Overload
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Of the moon
of the star-spilled sky
of shoes quickly tied
of the trail behind your apartment
of roots
of bones
deep in the dark earth
resting
of a gate
slumping against its hinges
of the cigarette butts and bottle caps
of cold hands
of a gravel mound
of reaching up for the planes
of a trailer stuffed with trash
of an abandoned garden
on the way back
of the moon
late at night you hear the sound of something new
something sweet and something dark inside of you
when you look it moves itself out of your sight
it is night! it is night! it is night!
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7. |
Cilence
03:20
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Under blankets filled with nighttime
with our backs on beds of dandelions
I can just make out your shape there
barely breathing
each little death brings on the next one
each little sigh, and closing sleepy eyes
we may never find our way out
into morning
no one can hear us
no one can see us moving
no one can hear us
no one can see us moving
let's pretend
that the light in the east
is really nothing
just our imagination
let's pretend
that the light in the east
is the moon coming up again
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8. |
Argue
03:15
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We could just
talk
and
talk
and
talk
until tempests blow out of our mouths
and our words covered the hillsides
and we both die of tongue exhaustion
Let my tombstone say:
"My dear,
I still think I was right
But I think I said it in the wrong way
And for that I am sorry"
And in another half a century there will be no one left
who remembers us
just some grass upon the hillside
where they buried us
I want to grow old in fascination with you
think about all of the ugly ideas we could chew upon!
I want to grow old in fascination with you
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9. |
Stay Weather Stay
03:54
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I tried so hard to remember
you tried so hard to forget
and if we pull and tear in two
the things that happen to us,
will they be doubled
or will they be halved???
The Weight will leave us now
I took some small consolation
in the spirit of our argument,
but the vines we watered grew
until they tangled our shoes
and we were suspended
in our regret.
The Weight will leave us now
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Coffee "Joke Word" Cafe
03:22
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No one wants an understanding
no one takes it on the chin
and if you're looking for that
there is no better place to begin
No one likes a conversation
no one likes to fuss and fight
we are just prisoners to
the language we use
to give in
No one wants this conversation
no one wants to feel heard
we'll find ourselves pressed
by the ravenous tongue of night
No one needs this information
it's unhelpful
it's not helpful!
but we will eat it until
our bellies are filled with lies
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Don't make it hard
you'll find it's hard enough
It's a ways to go
you'll get there soon enough
Try to stick it out
you'll try your best to make it through
but it's no use
because it goes on and on until it goes away
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12. |
Tarps on Toughs
04:48
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I waited for you to call
there's nothing that I could do
there's no way to reach you
I hope you have succeeded
I hope you've made your peace
there was nothing left in this space for you
there's nothing left for you
the mystics have repeated,
the sages spoke their piece:
there's nothing inside this space that's you
there's nothing inside you
no force of god
or fancy stuff
just lots of guts
and sticky blood
no wind that blows
your heart to light
just lungs that breathe
and teeth that bite
no sweet return
of endless you
just hands for gloves
and feet for shoes
a brain for thoughts
a body to hold
but most of all
no soul
no soul
no soul
no soul
Heads up, I want to see everything in front of me
if it's true that life's a dream
I never want to wake again
There's nothing that I could do
There is nothing that I could do
so please,
don't you feel uneasy
you shall remain asleep
there's nothing inside this space that's you
there's nothing inside you
Heads up, I want to see everything in front of me
if it's true that life's a dream
I never want to wake again
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Shabby Car Chico
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