1. |
Hello, Hello
01:20
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2. |
There Are Woods Near It
03:13
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there are woods near it
and the ceiling's gone, feel it
and the feeling's done
touching half the sun
mean means coming up
showers behind glass with a window seat propped up
turn the clock around for some dazzle and iron
the science of silence, and a peaceful defiance
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3. |
Interlude
00:53
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4. |
Oh I Might (take 1)
02:43
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with a million miles of headroom and blisters on my toes
we all draw inspiration from our mothers and our goals
these broken swings and magazines together we unfold
responsibly imagining a setting we don't know
but the sun! she is bright!
I can fight the sadness, increasing our chance for flight- and I might
the summer's only called to revel in its own light
like a slight fight and a wife's eyes, we all hum tonight
and I might
oh I might
lets talk things out and study so we can be somebody
and look back without worry cause we lived without hurry
but our worlds don't quite match up with the real one and its trends,
ergo I am undisciplined
but the sun! she is bright!
I can fight the sadness, increasing our chance for flight- and I might
the summer's only called to revel in its own light
like a slight fight and a wife's eyes, we all hum goodnight
and I might
oh I might, with all my might
I just might
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5. |
Oh I Might (take 2)
02:55
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with a million miles of headroom and blisters on my toes
we all draw inspiration from our mothers and our goals
these broken swings and magazines together we unfold
responsibly imagining a setting we don't know
but the sun! she is bright!
I can fight the sadness, increasing our chance for flight- and I might
the summer's only called to revel in its own light
like a slight fight and a wife's eyes, we all hum tonight
and I might
oh I might
lets talk things out and study so we can be somebody
and look back without worry cause we lived without hurry
but our worlds don't quite match up with the real one and its trends,
ergo I am undisciplined
but the sun! she is bright!
I can fight the sadness, increasing our chance for flight- and I might
the summer's only called to revel in its own light
like a slight fight and a wife's eyes, we all hum goodnight
and I might
oh I might, with all my might
I just might
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6. |
The Castle On Your Flag
03:36
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cause teaching is but learning, I pray for the grace with which to hold
kicking up dust in the summer bowl with metal arms and mellow lows
there's something deeper in play, something I can't quite explain
something I can't seem to live without but everyday I complain
it's an idea, an image, like paper maps of old rain
fumbling about like a bright clear sky not yet ready for more planes
swags of velvet, crimson and red
the weight of my hands on my head
the damp dirt I've buried in damp dirt already has lead me to freedom and dread
it's too late, too dark, too cold, and we don't have to be alone
the castle on your flag; the avenue near the park
anything worth doing will not get done in a bad mood
and you'll be on top
with all the beautiful people
we've only half a jar
who's purpose is to be perfect?
so now we don't drink anymore, no we don't drink anymore
I've only half a jar
your purpose is to be perfect
so now I don't dream anymore, no I don't dream anymore
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7. |
Uh and Synching
00:47
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8. |
Two Misstarts
01:08
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9. |
Tuning
01:17
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10. |
Westerlies (take 1)
03:45
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like trade winds and the westerlies, the lord of the year cleverly
assists and dares- with brevity- the act of looking, a tendency
to get lost in something beautiful
feeling low, feelings slow
I have seen all the stars and I call them each by name
this tender lapse in paper maps has formed a swollen frame
oh I love the final things I do before bed
with all the effort it takes to gasp
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11. |
Westerlies (take 2)
02:01
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like trade winds and the westerlies, the lord of the year cleverly
assists and dares- with brevity- the act of looking, a tendency
to get lost in something beautiful
feeling low, feelings slow
I have seen all the stars and I call them each by name
this tender lapse in paper maps has formed a swollen frame
oh I love the final things I do before bed
with all the effort it takes to gasp
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12. |
Westerlies (take 3)
04:42
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like trade winds and the westerlies, the lord of the year cleverly
assists and dares- with brevity- the act of looking, a tendency
to get lost in something beautiful
feeling low, feelings slow
I have seen all the stars and I call them each by name
this tender lapse in paper maps has formed a swollen frame
oh I love the final things I do before bed
with all the effort it takes to gasp
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13. |
More Tuning
00:41
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14. |
Those Peepers
00:53
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15. |
In Progress Piece
03:54
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