1. |
The Red Pill
03:49
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2. |
Nothing So Holy
03:20
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Hold a candle to the window
to see you and Emma looking at me
From the back of my mind, I thought I’d find a sort of way out from the middle of my story.
And you seemed so sure-so demure well…yeah! Sign me up for it
Not much to say not much. Nothing so holy it cannot be touched
You tell me soon to get up for it
You’re time cards? Maybe you are sold on it…
I’m so lazy and a little crazy. The appeal of your home was like ice cream for my inner child.
Been so alone, so stoned and drunk in the middle of the road tryin’ everything…
Not much to say not much. Nothing so holy it cannot be touched
Hold a candle to the window.
to show all my colors to the neighbors
Not much to say not much. Nothing so holy it cannot be touched
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3. |
Native Tongue
05:11
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If I could serve my memory and make it stare right back at me, think that I would entertain a part of something more becoming
Lost our pops when we were young, change since then I’ve overcome. Held your hand when you were younger, soft little boy learns to speak.
I tried my hand at being open, sharing life and knowledge learned. Shut the volume flip the context, now I know that I’m obscene.
Last I heard you were scared of me, I think there’s someone turning pages. I can’t help but realize all is really temporary.
I was taught from early on to find my worth in time and never waver on it. Think I’ll keep my space.
Fired memoirs unforeseen, uninspired guillotine-killed my Father under me Sentimental!!
Native Tongue I speak in my Native Tongue. I tried to tell him in a language he could understand.
Rising sun it speaks of the coming ties. I can hear the music and it’s singing in my Native Tongue
Still the seed will bloom, end of June-Summer weather. We will live for the moment when the laughter moves outside.
Go and seek the truth, chew the fat, find your bliss and fish the river in the morning and forget that you’re alive.
Sill the day becomes dark above so cold of me-speak my mind and turn the mood into a foggy summer night.
I was taught from early on to find my worth in time and never waver on it. Think I’ll keep my space.
Often wronged but never right! Soured purpose now in flight; takes my space away from me! Instrumental!
Native Tongue I speak in my Native Tongue. Since you were young all was done none was sacred.
Native Tongue I speak in my Native Tongue. Call to the one above- spread some fire to the ones we love
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4. |
Hold Onto Pieces
03:31
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Past lives are redefined. Don't know how or when.
We see the day so pure. Follow through with whim.
Miles charge the atmosphere. Clocks count the means.
Who is watching the path so far? It's not only me
This path it sings serene, it forever knows.
You are here to care for me when I stay close.
Why face reconnaissance? Why is so true.
Holding close to all the things never meant for you.
Restless children, shake off yesterdays ride
Violence or silence?
The choice we have the life we'd half so renew it, like a sidekick.
Let's become one through what we love and open it.
Renew it again...
Hold onto pieces of our own past lives
Mystery woman, pull back the ages of time
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5. |
Little Ease
04:38
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I was thinking about your face right next to mine
Could I be there quick? Would it make much sense to run? Hardly
Your jealous man knows there’s action in the night time. from your bed with me
I should make this goodbye real quick or the sun will distract my attention from you. My love is too strong to disappear now
Oh please come around and light up my mind. I’ve been hanging round town too long, lingering.
Your hat fell to the floor your face turned away from me. I hardly heard a sound. When a shoe flew in through the bar window late that night your man followed unannounced. He screamed “Imposter” and shot the light out from above our bar stools.....seriously.
I closed my eyes from the glass and said to my love she was trembling so fast, “If you see me again please kiss all my wounds”
Oh please come around and light up my mind.
I’ve been hanging around town too long lingering
Your luster will grow with the sight of the sun
Will you tell me now how to move, Little Ease?
First move from the man with gun was to wrestle with my head
His gaze was confusion and pain and I had to explain to him:
“She knows not what she’s done she was only having fun.
Please turn the lights out as I leave”
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6. |
Know Her Name
04:09
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On the shore I feel only my likeness
Walk to the pier to find she’s lifeless
Pray no one saw me throw her in.
Since winter oh how I missed her
watched leaves drop in the water
Birds hover waiting for their time to feed.
You SIGNED over your life when
you WOKE in my apartment
let neon blink for the better of the wake.
Well you say you got to know about her name!
You say you got to so you know you know...
Head Master teach me much faster
Bad pupil full of excuses
Drop out it makes no difference.
I met many ladies named Jenny
small scribe just below her belly
Lie still so like the body in the lake.
You SERVED ever your purpose
you LIVED only to serve this
marsh water still with decadence.
Well you say you got to know about her name!
You say you got to so you know you know...
Then she claimed she knew her change anyway
Well you say you got to know about her name?
You say you got to so you know you know
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7. |
Am I Here?
07:42
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Oh the road we’re on is slipping
And were gonna to let it slide.
This condition leads to laughter.
All assuming all are blind.
The lights are heading for the center
Yeah they caught us by surprise
Seconds counting indecision
Weeping Willow will decide.
Oh, the distance to the mourning in a dream.
Seems to last from dawn to night, day by day.
When I woke I had decided
When I died I made my peace
Sunlight bursting through the branches
Through my window through my sheets…
Am I here? Am I am I here?
Oh, the distance to the water in a dream.
Will I find my reflection when I see.
We look better in the morning,
we recognize the need to forget.
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8. |
Stillaguamish
03:41
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The trail is only real to its borders.
After all these years, we still don’t know
that the rain flows deeper than it falls.
When is it safe to call out to you?
If I rushed to the canyon it still would have happened anyway
Don’t stop digging around cause the life that you knew it can’t start up again till you drown out the radio spinning stories for money until our time runs it’s course. Still sweeten our home through the love that we give to the little voices ringing out.
Well we were so young and involved in the state of
our memory placed under the bed,
and buried for as long as we could muster.
Till the mountain it falls over the highway. And
the things that remain can never complain about the fall.
While we are struggling to find the marker home
another reason for leaving couldn’t turn around our cove.
I’ll clear my eyes and face the sea…
Don’t stop digging around cause the life that you knew it can’t start up again till you drown out the radio spinning stories for money until our time runs it’s course. Still sweeten our home through the love that we give to the little voices ringing out.
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10. |
Caught Me Red Handed
09:08
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I still speak to myself.
Oh oh oh oh ooooh
When there’s no reason to show her torn heart the blood on a stone.
What’s this feeling thin within?
I still wake by myself/ so oh oh oh late
Still the sounds flood the stubborn mood swings of my lost heart
What changed?
Does it make any difference?
Caught me red handed. Falling out of the tree
We live in this moment
Where’s the peace for you and me
Here’s another one for dreaming alone
oh oh oh oh oooooh
When this train stops wherever it may seem forever to move
What’s the difference to me?
Caught empty handed. Still I feel so free.
Please mask your disappointment
and come follow me
O my lover-
Why you pull away?
Where’s the laughter been for days?
we’re sometimes so rough, we could give it away..
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