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White Rock Overture
02:23
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Another night I plead my sorry case
Over a broken vase
Or an untied lace
I’m tripping over all my hollow apologies
Believe me
And if I never shed a tear for every year that you didn’t need me
Maybe I don’t need me
So take a good hard look at the open book on my face
Does the open window tempt you with a breeze?
While everyone you meet
Turns two cold shoulders
Mobile ordering groceries
And some take drugs made at the factory
And some play police
Some play just to hide the car keys
Oh please won’t you just let me be a part of this machine?
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2. |
Specific, Beneficial
01:49
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I’ve been making new ideas
But I just can’t tie them down to the floor
And even though it’s getting old
I just can’t seem to find something that’s more
Specific, beneficial, or conducive to what I’m doing
With my spare time now that I’m alone
And my mind’s an empty room
I had a lot of plans to make some time to make new plans
But everything’s just so hard to keep in line
And even though I can't stop having dreams of an open road
The current slows and the meaning gets ignored
Well I always get the feeling that we’re just living life in circles
But maybe we just tell ourselves that’s normal nowadays
And I don’t know how to be specific without sounding weak
So I’m shutting myself up until I find a better way
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3. |
Tracks (John A. Poor)
03:06
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The railroad tracks through town were all live-wired
Over all the ground from past 25 to the coast of Boston
Cash, credit, sold and shut down
Put the fences up and inspired heavy feet from bridge to water
And we never found our longings til we lost them
To settling for less in the forms of our ambitions
But never paychecks
To lowering the standards below blows
Deranged as empty ghosts of candor
And stubble on a chin
So stumble on
The world’s just out to get the best of anyone
Who thinks they’ve got it all figured out
It’s a long way
She demands we’re all the same
As grains of sand stuck outside an hourglass
And I’m sick of slipping through all of the cracks
I can taste the water
I see it as I fall farther
If we climbed the fence
We’d be taller than your father
But would you bother?
So stumble on the front lawn
Drink from the day to the dark to dawn
And hear a lonely song
That only plays when all the booze is gone
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4. |
Martyr
02:20
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A slow street seems to keep
Like the Head of Surgery’s sheets
Working heavy nights
Traffic lights for the sleepless drives
On an open lonely road with a tired soul
All control for out of context thoughts
Seem to rot like strings on an old guitar I bought
What the fuck was the name?
Kinda sounds like a saying
That I heard from the back of the car
Tie down where you land
It’s a matter of principle, my son
Don’t expect everyone to understand the ground you tread
If it’s not permissible
Then someone’s got a lot to give
I waited for the car to come back
And stood on the front porch like water in a sieve
Who stole all my self control?
I was sure I held my sins
Wholly unaccountable for the reason that this hatred sits within
War and peace sits ankle deep in adversity
Calling out “why father?”
And when he dreams
You can hear his motive scream so quietly
“I just wanna be a martyr”
But every martyr had a father singing
Tie down where you land
It’s a matter of principle, my son
Don’t expect everyone to understand the ground you tread
If it’s not permissible
Then someone’s got a lot to give
I waited for the car to come back
And stood on the front porch like water in a sieve
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5. |
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Shaking out the carpets
Dusting off the walls
Lungs ashed in cheap cigarettes
Your tongue’s drying out from the salt
Light shines from the highway
But it’s seemingly distant
Even on the brightest of days
Where, where will you go?
Don’t you know a home when you see it?
Ain’t you no good at being alone?
[Ain’t no good! Ain’t no good all alone!]
There’s no breaking the mold
The glass ceiling will shatter
And crumble on all that’s below
Shame sits at the table
Says that life is a game
Played only by the willing and able
Sit down, have a drink
Just to process and think
So he pulls up a chair
And a half-empty bottle of Patrón
Til the shame eases stares
And he realizes he’s drinking alone
Where, where will you go?
Don’t you know a home when you see it?
Ain’t you no good at being alone?
[Ain’t no good! Ain’t no good all alone!]
There’s no breaking the mold
The glass ceiling will shatter
And crumble on all that’s below
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6. |
Quiet Quiet Loud
03:41
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Everybody talks so loud
I can’t hear my thoughts filter out
Words into my open ears are chemicals
It’s about time you asked me why
I spent all of my nights cluttered up inside
Cause it’s only all the pressure building up so high
Towards low skies
Days just come and go
When sleep clings onto your will to reach
Something in my alignment
Is falling through yours
And I don’t know you
And you just couldn’t know me too
Assume the worst and leave
Irrationally painting all the walls
To fit the colors of my autumn mind
It takes a lot of heart to stand to so tall
But is it all a flaw?
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7. |
I've Been Asleep
05:01
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Ten thousand mirrors on your door
The snow has iced you in and sent me off the shore
You sleep for winter in your bed with soft soliloquies
And the poison clears your head
And an image struck the cold hard ground again
But the records and the television took my mind instead
Yeah an image struck the cold hard ground again
But the records and the television took my mind instead
Cold leaves and crushed cans at the core
Conflicting fingertips left my tendons sore
Weighing the ocean in a flask
You pound it down with islands and pressurized glass
But the records and the television took my mind instead
Yeah an image struck the cold hard ground again
But the records and the television took my mind instead
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