1. |
Hovering
03:43
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Spend an evening
Doing one thing
It’ll all still be there it’ll stay
Hovering
You explained it carelessly
With “It was human nature.
A man is a wolf to himself
and a wolf is a wolf to strange.”
Now half a world away
A bomb breaks into pointing out
the twisted fault lines history can lay
Gotta spend an evening
Doing one thing
The world won't crumble it's always
Hovering
In a misty morning state
Repeating bad behavior
A dream is a wish for itself
and a wish is a hope for a savior
But she’s stuck taking notes
On her sudden transformation
into a thing a name can never claim
Four and twenty
Years of plenty
I meant nothing
When I told you I felt empty
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2. |
Silent Summer
03:00
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dear Worthy
I know you’re in me
when I get sad or scared or lonely
you’re right there, lickin’ your paw or something
patron saint of never closing down
you know you’re just a narrow slice of a
swirling fragment figment life
a world, complete with an eternal light
you chase your ball and never put it down
even though you’re just a little spirit,
move along
it’s all that he could want
deep inside I know that you can feel it
goin’ on
inside of all our hearts
dear Luna,
a silent summer
awaits you in the Big Forever
a road, runnin’ beneath the river
find a current
flowing into me
I would build you an endless dirt yard
where you and Rumi could gnaw each other
much like when you’re together
but never leaving love alone again
even though you’re just a little spirit,
move along
it’s all that he could want
deep inside I know that you can feel it
goin’ on
inside of all our hearts
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3. |
Diane & Maya
04:41
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Diane doesn't get high in the evening
Diane's found a brand-new way to deal
Diane waits for chances with an open heart misleading
Her to do only exactly what she feels
Diane doesn’t get low just to spite you
Diane on a desolated road
Diane’s pawn advances on a game board that delights you
Into trusting that she gets just what she’s owed
And Diane
You’ve been a fickle friend
To Maya
Who’s behind you in the end
And Maya
I'm tryin' to understand
How your vapor machinations came to swirl around Diane
Maya holds the ribbon in the distance
Maya bides its colors not to bleed
Maya measures movements in a gilded, frameless mirror
And describes to us exactly what we need
Diane has a love affair with graspin’
Onto dust clouds floating in the air
Oh and Diane watches closely Maya’s swaying turn to thrashin'
All about the room, it's more than she can bear
And Diane
You’ve been a fickle friend
To Maya
Who’s behind you in the end
And Maya
I'm tryin' to understand
How your vapor machinations came to swirl around Diane
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4. |
For George
02:27
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Drop me and I’ll fix you
blast through your head
find that you’re dead
I’ll give you a life
I think you’re gonna waste it
as bleak as it seems;
love in a dream
will lift you instead
Oh, it’s an illusion, all you feel
there’s nothing real there’s nothing
else
now you go and be a simple kind of man
if I ever knew you someday, George
I’d say thank you for goin straight
I could never be that kind of man
find you as a child
blowin’ in your hear
never knowing fear
I swear you were God
tryin’ hard to reach you
waitin’ on the light
staring every night
no moment’s the same
if I ever knew you someday, George
I’d say thank you for goin straight
I could never be that kind of man
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5. |
Trial Balloons
03:49
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Frankie found a box spring in the backyard
I been cutting my coffee for tea
She’s defined her mind once or twice before
But she’d never tell that to me
No, she’d never tell that to me
It’s easy to forgot in the desert
That there’s anything quite like the sea
Frankie only ever dreams in black-and-white
But she’d never tell that to me
No, she’d never tell that to me
Now she’s bought a place in the country
Where her city self can be free
She’s convinced the neighbors are the FBI
But she’d never tell that to me
No, she’d never tell that to me
What if we lived in a radiant garden
With walls all around and no sentries upon them
No towers to steal from our hour of daylight
A forest surrounding us
What if we lived in a radiant garden
With walls all around and no sentries upon 'em
No towers to steal from our hour of sunshine
A forest surrounding us?
Frankie was under
The curse of that
Blue country moon
Livin’ off red clay and
Small cakes in cellophane
And waiting for trial balloons
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6. |
I'll Keep Trying
01:52
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you keep trying
just to hold out your hand
I’ll keep reaching
like I don’t understand
you keep trying
just to know that you’re good
I’ll keep praying
‘cause I know that I should
I stare straight into the light
‘cause after all,
you don’t need a reason
the truth’s been doing alright
‘cause after all,
there’s only an answer
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7. |
For The Fans
02:36
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(This is for the fans)
Self taught, unlocked Doctor Honeydew
Do not lose your touch or sense of gratitude
Doughnut with the custard in it
Mr. Mustard in the back room, lead pipe spinning
A fidget, given back and sold to us
Travel package, staring into old ruins
A new man, been something brewin'
Bar so low even you can pass through it
This telluric occurrence has happened
The purpose obscured, the reasons imagined
This ain't gonzo, it's objective
Light beams bouncing off your tennis shoes, it's electric
PH: less than 7
Heady way to say that we were jonesing for direct connection
(This is for the fans)
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