1. |
Sneakers
00:20
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2. |
Breathalyzer Reference
03:09
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i slipped on ice in pleasant grove
i’d fall asleep often on drugs
i sought a being far above
to soothe my bruises
i caught a bus back to my house
i learned the hardest way through doubt
i saw it all and spat it out
just to return it
i felt
the air come out of my mouth
i cooked a chicken dish last night
watched tortoise play, later cried
i thought about how often I
take scenes for granted
i made a friend at the bar on fry
caught the fleeting buzz of brand new eyes
i often think i speak despite
the allure of silence
i felt
the air come out of my mouth
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3. |
Windchimes
03:17
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i thought i’d walk outside to the cold
not enough sleep last night to be productive
and where else would i go?
i thought i might photograph some birds
the context makes my motivation
seem a little less absurd
i thought i might go and eat some snow
is the of my existence
something my body might have told?
i thought i’d walk outside to the cold
underdressed, i’ll impress upon me
everything i know
i thought i’d walk outside to the cold
i send my breath out of my mouth
like it is leaving from a home
i thought i might go take a bath
always fearful of the fact
that, with no drip, my pipes could’ve froze
i thought my listlessness was bad
but how do you endure it slow
when you always take it fast ?
i thought i’d walk outside to the cold
lightly stressed, i’ll impress upon me
every principle
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there go, the chords i believe in
though they’ve gone away, it won’t be long
until i reclaim them years down the line
once they’ve grown up, healthy and strong
there go, the chords i believe in
i miss them and the dance they often led
i would pass them in the kitchen and
find them laying in my bed
it’s about entering peacetime
with a rift left at the core
there go, the chords i believe in
i got them from every song i loved before
it’s about what’s lost from loose grip,
and the rest will stick to my hands
there go, the chords i believe in
from all of my most favorite bands
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5. |
In Some Time
02:19
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in some time
i’ll be alive
after bumpy rides
carrying bliss
like spring break tides
in some time
i’ll catch the surprise
in some time
we’ll butt heads
eating frito pie
by the whistling speeds of the western flies
take me with the hollowness inside
in some time
i will die
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you are in my life now
you are in my life
and i welcome you to it
you are in my life now
you are in my life
we are getting through this
never thought i’d be as a shape amorphous
i reflect the light you focus
i take in your love, so molten
you are in my life now
you are in my life
i can feel you moving
you are in my life now
you are in my life
some sticks, some bones, much soothing
with you here, the wounds are closing
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7. |
Cars
03:32
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at a light
thinking about the cars we drive
questioning while
i turn, unmoving eyes
did i do a bad job?
is my best not enough?
is my love soft to the touch?
i know it will be fine
thinking about the cars we drive
i know it will be fine
now sleeping odd
pillow’s on the curve of my spine
head’s resting weight
cool sweat abates my fright
what will old feel like?
am i running out of time?
do i pass your days, or are they mine?
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8. |
Broad
02:28
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what will i say
what will i do
when my time is up
and i flee the coop
dragged behind, then
pushed on through
passing me by
left echoes entombed
when i feel the pulsing hue
when i look back and see unrefined youth
what will i say
what will i do
feeling inverted
stabilized through
years of a life
curve at a groove
sun singed my eyes
ground i’m moving to
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i hope some day one piece of my art is worth a lot of money
and i can just give it to a friend
and when i visit that person, i’ll be reminded
of how old i have become, yet again
now it’s all of my life, before
i arrange my surroundings in a comforting way
and sometimes, for space, i lock my door
i lay, comatose, enjoying the color
of the always observing carpet floor
now it’s all of my life, before
i fall into myself
in sickness and in health
i fall into myself
i fall into myself
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11. |
No Lawnmower
03:23
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it’s a distant shot
it’s a routine drive
that i take a few times a year
to remain alive
though this time
i didn’t have the lawnmower
but i plan on bringing it down
once a few weeks pass by
it’s a french press roast
it’s a breeze i glide
i awake, in a daze, with a sigh
and i anticipate the light
though this time
it sunk in me that soon, things might change
but if they don’t
i hope that they’ll consider just being rearranged
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12. |
Touchstone (ft. Font)
02:00
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i am failing faith
feeling it seep out
i lose a little of the light
i lose a little of the light
and life is settled time
shaving down the fine
shaving down the fine
i shape my mold from clay
i form it in my hands
existence is a dance
existence is a dance
and life is settled time
shaving down the fine
shaving down the fine
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