1. |
Flora
03:07
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Sensible shoes to carry an aching back
The glass is heavy, the air is thick
If taps and masked words from Ellie
Still can’t wake Egg
She’ll sleep there
Sensible shoes to carry an aching back
The glass is heavy, the air is thick
Flora went first but she jumped to high
Maybe when the smoke clears we’ll see her face again
Does your head feel heavy when the air is thick?
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2. |
Placeless
03:55
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A Golden and glowing
spirit of self
Won’t look in the mirror back
If time isn’t talking
You do the work
Drive to Nehalem
Move on to something else
Sets quite a stage for an echo
One foot in the door already dying to leave
Terror forming
Ants are marching onto the cutting board
A wake of desolation drawn in lines on the porch
Crawls in through the window
It can’t hurt if you felt like crying in the first place
One foot in the ground already dying
He’s strung out and blushing
Feeling afraid
I think you already know
A finger is crushing
A piece of the heart
Where warmth and silence form a bond then dig a hole
I think I’m in Love
But I don’t know with what
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3. |
Lorimer St
04:36
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New York breathes on
The cold air that you want
Defy insomnia’s orders
A good nights rest around the corner
For you
Maybe I’ll run my dreams through a tape machine
If they sound real to you
They sound real to me
Bonnie sings soft
Makes three days feel long
Consult your prophet on the subway
We’ll Leave the Bowery in a trance
To take me home to meet your plants
Back to the doorway, inside
Where I got the tuning all wrong
A book from the radiator
The pages still feel warm
Back to the doorway, outside
I’ll swim right back when I get home
To white wash a wall that’s out of reach
The world can watch through the window
So I ran my dreams through a tape machine
If it feels real to you it feels real to me
Two subway lines in disconnect
But Lorimer street is not so far away
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4. |
Duckies
05:14
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The sun in the back
Is getting eaten by the laurel and the hemlock
So I trimmed them down
There’s a scent creeping out
It’s an black dog nipping at the heels of a boy
In the woods of my old house
There’s a call from another extension
Asking for the time
Hang it up hang it up
And come in through the basement
It’s alright to leave the rest on their own
No weaving stories of home with a life you made up
Another day, a dream of how
Wild ducks fly backward leaving tracks in the snow
You don’t love it anymore
But at least you remember it
They call it a cure to the what
Dressed in pollen and sap here to give you a hug
Just as phantom hums disappear
Comes a halo of bees there to buzz in your ears
And Oh what’s that crack in your head?
Where light shines through
If there isn’t an end, How can I love you to death?
A perpetual spin to the bottom
Another day, a dream of how
Wild ducks fly backward leaving tracks in the snow
You don’t love it anymore
But at least you remember it
Before you go
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5. |
He Might Be Looking
04:20
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Who’s been hiding on the outside
For a little while
The glowing red won’t seem to go away
If spitting rain that brings the color has
A way of carving out
Some time alone
to help it glow
A subtle light can keep you holding on
Who’s been hiding on the bottom
Sink your teeth in if you want him
He might not grow back
While it’s gone you can’t
Get stoned and watch tv like he said.
Devolve to pieces of what?
When spitting rain that brings the color back
Leaves time for slicing off the lesser half
There’s No more hashing out a plan to get revenge
Unless a part of the self
Can’t bend
No icing over
The side that stands for something
One patient order
Would you stay alive for the cause?
When all isn’t anchored right
Will leave you in short supply
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6. |
I'm Alright
05:16
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I’m alright
Like lulling traffic to sleep tips the balance back
As if closing their eyes makes it any less true
When all is well it ends, together
There’s a note on the back of a magazine
That says “Hey Jer Im sorry I took this from you”
In my next life
Crows feet straddle my eyes
Hanging there from a squint and a smile
Collecting whatever
Until It’s all gone
Can’t see the sun
Can’t use my lungs
When all is well it ends
I think I need a bagel and coffee
To wrap me in their arms
I’m alright
I’m all right here
I’m alright
I’m alright for
At least I’ve got my loans
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