1. |
wishful sinking
05:50
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i still smell what the cat dragged in
bleached down memories like rain on tin
so let us pray for an empty jar
we can all see through
and fill up with pine tar
coincidence, there's no such thing
unless in three minutes time
you feel that subtle sting
in your right elbow
burned down welcome sign
fading afterglow
i filled out forms under strangers names
whispered in my ear by a chestnut tree
and the shade on your face
coincidence, there's no such thing
unless in two minutes time
you hear that distant ring
in your left ear again
worn out welcome sign
returning silver deer
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2. |
in praise of
05:43
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bring back your salty oceans
to drift on nameless, endless
but not fearless
because of sharks
we were down in a treehouse
made out of light and
smelling like chestnut
with writing in the bark
and i came to tell you about
this everlasting cloud
i say we move it over
and i'll leave before you will ask
if you don't mind an unfinished task
you fell down
i guess on purpose
to show us your good, no, best intentions
and the colour was brown
in our heads
a small boat carries us
straight to an island
that has not been formed yet
but the grains slowly stick together
and i came to tell you about
this everlasting cloud
i say we move it over
and i'll leave before you will ask
if you don't mind an unfinished task
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3. |
sonder
04:59
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help her see into your dreams
for she is the reverent with sore eyes
stick her arms into your sleeves
and let us hear your soft blue sighs
i won't repeat your silence
'cause we came and saw little to conquer
we have caught the clearest glimpse
of a blurry after-image in a thick fog
we could sketch its every line
only to erase our own spine
so sleep better now
step away from the canyon
to keep afloat
is to find companion
i won't repeat your silence
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4. |
zimmer frames
03:44
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this ship has flown
and even though it carried no crew
a little scream just filled up the air
the sky has been thrown
we keep our secrets out in the open
black eyed dog, he knows our name
written in the palm of his hand
this train of thought
lost track of that what matters most
how to see through the eye of a storm
when to take on another form
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5. |
yawning at the sun
08:11
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you were scared of seven swans
residing in your shoes
we, we smiled, nothing to choose from
at least not in advance
outside in the warmth of the sun
your sister, even though never born,
she stares at wildebeests in the distance
inside of a wooden house
you're caught up in thoughts again
watching a little meadow mouse
guessing its lifespan
my silent call
you looked up anyway
took the fall
i tend to downplay
wherewithal
some trees just don't sway
see it all
in the seventh replay
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6. |
no, thanks
04:10
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you stretched out your hand
and waited for sunday
it filled up with sand
turning into clay
i remember reading your work
knowing the tables had turned
because to hand out the sun
is to know you'll get burned
remind me tomorrow
who you are today
and if i could borrow
your mystery play
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7. |
wolf tracks
05:38
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i told my truth
but you were already gone
even in our youth you tended to yawn
and one day you did not
believe in sand anymore
it did not rain
and i know what you wore
phantom limbs
memories of having no clue
solid walls
you walked through
we went to the coast
but you just saw changing tides
sand got in your eyes,
you just saw the passing of time
phantom limbs
memories of having no clue
solid walls
you saw through
you told your truth
but i was already there
so leave it behind
somewhere in midair
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8. |
can be bothered
04:24
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he was glad
sitting next to the face
he would dream of
while slowing down the pace
she was sad
walking next to no one
he gave away the clue
of a joke about a cold sun
to cover up and cut some slack
thinking of a comeback
that never comes
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9. |
silver lake
05:53
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hand me your gravity
and i'll help myself
don't need a statue
to put on a shelf
the strand of this story is lost on me
it dwells in its own kingdom
and your hand, your hands
they are free
these statues we don't need
we'll paint them green and remove their feet
let gravity do it's work for us
light pillars sleep in your eyes
i tried to waive the entitlement
but my hand, my hands
they empathize
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10. |
hold the answer
04:12
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it felt like something
to say the least
you'll have to think less
say hello to the beast
and when you spoke
it sounded just like your voice
and if i were to answer
it would be like hobson's choice
there is no need for clarity
just an understanding
everything is a rarity
'cause when you spoke
it sounded just like my voice
it travelled down like
a long forest hike
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11. |
the other day
02:56
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could i call you by my name
would you look up all the same
did it have any significance
when we sank to the surface
i have come to know it's all
true what you say
you realize by now
i don't believe it anyway
'cause you called me by no name
when we told off the mountains
we told off the mountains
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12. |
hearthrug
05:11
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rejoice, the war is over
but you still hold on to your sling gun
we shot grapes out the window
over burning churches towards nowhere
keep clear of assumptions
we walked alongside a canyon
nothing could escape us
so why make such a fuss
shoot down the diamond hero
your guess is still better than mine
we said we'd fear no foe
but forgot all about our hairline
keep clear of assumptions
nothing will escape us
we walk towards the canyon
but why make a fuss
you know, i look at people for who they are
and what they say they are
and i watch 'em
and how they treat other people
and you can tell who you're around
by how they treat you
and how they treat themselves
but i'm still here
and as i look at myself i see i'm getting older
like uncle onzo, like grandpa, grandpa
that's what this beard thing comes from
i wear my beard because of grandpa, you know
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13. |
the shortest story
03:54
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there's been an accident
involving everyone concerned
now all your thoughts are spent
on everything you've never earned
so break your bones
seal them in thin foil
silver stones
bring them to a boil
so the answer to the question is no
the answer to the question is no
every coin thrown in the well echoed no
so holy someone
fill the gap around our feet
for what it means we'll put tomorrow on repeat
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14. |
human hand
06:31
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how the west came crumbling down
city to small town
how to paint your crown elementary
with little reference
you don't fold your cards without preference
inside your spare mind
there dwells a sort
of silver starling
two of a kind
our skins get bored of
not growing wings
you've learned a new chord
without paying mind
how to captivate an island drifting offshore
suddenly and yet
to no one's surprise
you wore a second hat
but all the arrows missed
how to make a fist
inside your spare mind
there dwells a sort
of silver starling
one of a kind
our skins get bored
of not growing fur
i learned a new chord
a sorry blur
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