1. |
Angelina
04:38
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angelina where'd you run off to today
heart in pieces and the clouds about to break
all that i needed was just a little taste
i've got a feeling you're a wild one out on the range
you make me feel alright
don't turn me out to dry
angelina will you call me while you're away
cabin fever and a dial tone driving me crazy
i'm but a dreamer, i'll exalt all my faith
common belief is you're the child that god couldn't tame
you make me feel alright
don't turn me out to dry
we're burning through july
oh you're the spirit in my sky
i'm not afraid
the timing will never be perfect
it's not a phase
only a missing person
you make me feel alright
don't turn me out to dry
we're burning through july
oh you're the spirit in my sky
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2. |
Roller Coasters
03:43
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through the motions
roller coasters full of angst
old magnolia branching out her weathered veins
it's getting colder
i'm losing sight of all the gains
soon october will be gone and on its way
but i'm taking my time
and changing my mind
it's a day in the life
giving way to the wise
around the corner
i saw you dancing in the sky
out of order
there's a storm inside your eye
but i'm taking my time
and changing my mind
it's a day in the life
giving way to wise
and all of my life
is a fatal divide
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3. |
True Colors
04:00
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head in the sky, the weight on my shoulders
a glimmer of life whispered in codewords
shimmering light with glossy exposure
your cinnamon eyes foster a slow burn
mystery hides deep in the doldrums
in enemy lines and posthumous cold fronts
chrysalis hive blossoming lonesome
thirsty to find some honest emotion
well alright
there's a harmony in the morning
fall asleep and breath it in
call on my when you're hurting
it's all a dream and it will end
you can show me your true colors
you owe me nothing lover
into the night we'll carry it over
a chariot ride, a carriage of clover
visceral guide talking his folklore
sycamore vine climbing the old porch
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4. |
Novelty Years
04:08
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i'll walk through the sand til the ocean appears
to drown in the ashes of novelty years
can't decide if i'm dreaming
killing time is so easy
in the palm of my hand there's a map of my fate
with rivers and valleys of choices i've made
running wild, chasing moments
crack a smile when i'm a broken
well i've got some secrets that i'd never tell
the beast of a burden that talks to itself
weigh the odds and break even
i'm counting cards with my demons
raise a toast to the gavel and grave
the serotonin is factory made
like i'm trapped in a hole in a town that has aged
oh damn you akrasia i can't turn the page
i've worked all the angles and gone to great lengths
the circle i'm running is all figure 8's
but it's fine, i accept it
i've got a blind fold and a death wish
take the oath to renounce all your fear
and burn the flag of your novelty years
like i'm casting a stone to a canyon of mirrors
oh damn you akrasia the sandman is here
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5. |
The Pity Party
04:51
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a cold sun, silver lined
floating like an old religious poltergeist
divvy up the holy wine
and sing me back the reason that i chose this life
been dozing off to screens at night
dopamine and feelings that are traumatized
jolts of thought and streaming light
a deep mirage of golden gods encoding time
as we free fall in love at the pity party
and i default to numb
a thousand heavens burn
oh mother
a kamikaze mirth
fertile love yearns a crown
the early bird's inertia is the dirt in ground
curtains up, i'm nervous now
overwhelmed by dirty verbs and word of mouth
as we free fall in love at the pity party
and i default to drunk
a thousand heavens burn
no colors
i drown to quench the thirst
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6. |
Cowboy Town
04:32
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don't look over it's a long way down
wingspan open 'bout to dream out loud
snowbird thinking 'bout moving south
oh what a scene
forever green
down in new orleans
dead man walking in a cowboy town
dried up river in the canyon's mouth
bloodshot denim and some hand me downs
walking free in sovereignty
but it's only if i do right, do right
i've been running through the moonlight, moonlight
gonna summon up a new high, new high
keep it next to me for the rest of my days
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7. |
Elysia
05:39
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river wide and ancient
her polarized elations pulsing time
where solitude is savored
and the sound of human nature is alive
we rendezvous in anguish
a constant muse to paint with
kill the lights
we talk in our own language
connected by the matrix in our eyes
the fruits of all my labor
a reservoir of flavor in each bite
americana savior
the parodies and scapegoats in off white
somewhere up over the mountain
there's a dream i had but i lost it along the way
as the sun beats down
and the world is crashing around us
we better start today
and make our get away
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8. |
My Autumn Blue
04:24
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daylight enters through the doorway
mayfly relic on a horse nape
it's high tide and everything is ornate
there's wide eyed sentiment in your gaze
it's all in bloom
come back to life
hanging on the loom
my edelweiss
twilight ripens in the void space
our tongues tied in ouroboric formation
my autumn blue
inherent vice
breaking down the jewels of air and ice
hindsight petrified in orange glaze
our bloodlines running through divorced veins
i'm breathing figure eights
a snake in spine
give unto you take
in space and time
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9. |
Cocaine Caviar
04:46
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heavy handed feeling dangled overheard
spin the axis freely, none of it makes sense
i wanna flee this place, build a home from scratch
find a clean slate of coordinates on a map
stare up at the ceiling, church is in the stars
fair-weather believers, cocaine caviar
oh i've been meaning to cross my heart and die
pledge allegiance to all my satellites
they're floating away
off into space and sending signals back in the dark
but once in a while
i get a glimpse of that old feeling
perk up and smile
gone in my amnesia summer house of cards
watching all the trees changing colors fall apart
i bob and weave through a gird of film noir
merging ether like circus acts at large
my carousel brain
circles the drain down rabbit holes like a russian doll
my inner child
buried beneath that coded dreamer
turning the dial
am i in denial of all my freedom
grow where you're wild
like the flowers bloom in may
bury me in a garden
with fallen trees of nostalgia
sour fruit and winter rain
put down my roots on an island
where solitude is a triumph
my autumn blue in a stain glass frame
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10. |
Sound of Nature 2
02:40
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i'm done looking back now
been chasing the breeze
my old ways have backed down
the tank is on e
the summer's intact still
but here comes the leaves
the waning of Appalachia
will you come back to me?
true as the sound of nature
moves through a thousand acres
two in a town of strangers
who we can now call neighbors
the sun's coming back out
up over the trees
the hummingbird back from the south
a wild rose in the reeds
i swore i'd never come back here
but how could i leave
her coat made of cashmere
with a bat on the sleeve
true as the sound of nature
moves through a thousand acres
two in a town of strangers
who we can now call neighbors
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11. |
Nostalgic Miscellanea
06:14
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welcome to the holy land
of broken men and soulful chants
let's sing the hymns of old romance
and resurrect yesterday
open fire on the desolate blank
quaint desire in my memory bank
lord take me higher to this heavenly place
where we still coexist
make a round trip of guilt
through nostalgic miscellanea
where old villes and aged thrills of youth
are now just memorabilia
in hindsight lie the prospects ahead
as blindspots fill in the making of a mend
we pay dues, sift hues, and distill the truth
for finally tuned character
blood, sweat, cigarettes and coffee
love, regret, innocence and honesty
our trust broke down in a dirt road town
so i shot five rounds to salute you
lord to salute you
i watch the wick as it turns to coal
burning bliss down the barrel of my soul
a quick fix to stay lit through the cold
but like pyrite it's just a fool's gold
i set a story stoned with a hand that's fit to fold now
it's just a fool's gold
dear,
we're near the end of our line
as far as this road goes in time
now pilot your soul and fly
for these old tears
are hard to console but they'll dry
let me walk on my own i'll be fine
i'm but a fossil of gold in your mine
in your mind
now baby bloom
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