1. |
Captain, This is Crazy
05:30
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Radio picks up static around
Ancient bones found in oceans and towns
Millions of awe-struck eyes survive
To play it off, play it off
Let’s go code now
Your eyes seem 23
Look around and you’ll find only me
Everybody hints at it eventually
Head down like you’re praying
A way to run aground
Patient pens now
Cut my lines
Count my rings now to the bone
How many fires and floods have I survived?
It’s okay now
Those eyes seem 63
Look around and you’ll find only me
Everybody hints at it eventually
Angels circling
It’s another way to paint the sound
It’s just another way to run aground
Look away
Before it brings you down now
It’s a subtle way to realize
That you’re over your head
Pennies in the rain now
You’re rusting away
Eaten alive
Look away before it brings you down now
A subtle way to realize this time –
And you’re down
All at once now
Your eyes seem 23
Look around and you’ll find only me
Everybody hints at it eventually
Head down like you’re praying
A way to run aground – patient pens now
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2. |
Static Spark Theory
03:06
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Static Spark Theory
Dear Gabby
Seventeen for life
Postcard faded brown and out
Aged and wearing thin
Years ago we made the Ocean
Bring yourself to bring it in
Too many of you now
Save yourself and leave this town
Highways, sirens
Cut through me
This Grand Canyon of my life
Like drive-in skeletons
Radios, white noise like poison
Bring yourself to bait my breath - like another
Like another lie, run away this time
Ten years ago this May
Awake to find the find of a lifetime
Suitcase, magazines and the ring that we made
Arizona
Pin it all on you today
Pause for coda
Alive and promising to stay that way
Dear Gabby
Seventeen for life
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3. |
Willows
04:36
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Look out, away, I’m walking down and around
That beaten tree sees me
I’m running free and standing out
Black days, I’ve burnt them up
And shouted out about what I want, to, do, so, you would know
Like her
Dark cities, breathing
Like you, painting these twin towns
Reeling from days that burned away
Simply
Look out, away, I’m walking down and aground
Running free like sound
I’m running free and standing out
Walking steady, eyes drawn heavy – it’s another way, to simplify
Awestruck open eyes, drowning down by the riverbed, 1989
Summer sways like willows do, drowning down by the riverbed, 1989
Had to say you‘ve found me out
Wouldn’t you know it, a penny’s worth a thousand pounds
Ages passing by, another round
Losing by myself
In motion, in motion
Losing by myself
These patient sounds
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4. |
Slow.Spin.Down.
05:01
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Alive now,
Another way out
To the daylight
(I) Stretch out now
Like an addict does
Crossing arms and ashy eyes
black and white
I know you would go
Almost anywhere
Angels spin and realize
That I’m shutting down,
Slowing mainline
Dive now
There’s a painting of this now
Alive to reach the bow
Amazing days so simplified
Rusted to the bone
Apologetic sighs
I know you would go
Almost anywhere
Angels spin and realize
That I’m shutting down,
Slowing mainline
End these subtle days
Driftwood and apologies come in waves
Yesterday, like payment for today
Then let’s go
To another town
To another place
Give it all away today
And live this life
For you this time
Give it all away
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Blue-green eyes in front of me
Lay your nickel down and go nowhere fast
Pen’s ablaze with violence
Stain my skin from a photograph
Branding me, in a moment
It’s an epitaph
Closed and bound, some tragedy
Marks the margin of an attic book
Author notes left scattering
Fragile hands lift the paperweight
Pass through skin to another
This reunion date
And from today comes my yesterday
Bleeding testimony
In today
Lives are woven from our yesterdays
In today
Things seem new and awake
In today – this illusion
(Guitar / Music break)
Then phantom engines disintegrate
Alive to climb these walls and reach your eyes
Empty rooms that steal your age
It’s a ghost
It’s a spectral fire
A deserted town
Another year, another year
Awake
Pass this on after I disintegrate
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6. |
Milemarker 17
04:55
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The waiting – sometimes for days
Abated only by distance
Those statements
Across county lines (your eyes)
A system
This is my system
Rearview mirror; empty seat
Midnight lights – to bleed for miles
Bristling tempo and you
Promises long past overdue
City breathes ahead and smiles
Coffee stains and apologies
Separate from your pillow
That’s drowning you so gingerly
Eyes are heavy, hands so slack
Dreaming of you now
Awake for me
So many miles yet to see
Pieces fall like sleet in front of me
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Tragic like suicides
Your dreams and those pretty lies
Just waiting to succumb now
Pulling like a riptide
Breathe to hold my breath now
Even though you hold my head down
Surface scars and flesh wounds
A dream that feels like two
The fade-away is so unlike you
Fossilize your life for another
Close your own eyes and apologize, hey
-buildup-
Another wasted life,
a toast to make it right
Another painted face
My canvas made of faith
So, apparently it’s this scene
Of invincibility
But I hope I see another round
Paints can’t promise me your company
But I feel like trying anyway
Breathe to hold my breath now
Even though you hold me head down
Surface scars and flesh wounds
This penny portrait dries
Sidewalk Spirits fly
Another pretty face
This masterpiece of Grace
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