1. |
Hold On
04:28
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Hold On
Hold on you weren’t prepared for yourself.
Text books for sale
But you seem fine
Tears have come and this halo is gone.
Lord knows I’ve waited
To be free of you
Your son has discarded your feeling of youth.
Your daughter stands stranded in the noisiest or rooms.
But who has died becoming more than a fool?
Not you.
But you try.
And try again. Not today sir?
What they say is but a sea of small talk
Mindless debate
But you seem smart
Talking reason
Forward rewind
What they say here is undoubtedly zero answers
but plenty of hands to climb
And unwind if I can
Hold on you weren’t prepared for yourself.
Hold on you weren’t prepared for yourself.
This house for sale
Now you’ve seen life
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2. |
The Dirt I Settled In
05:16
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The Dirt I Settled In
You take the Encino way and I’ll drive past Cline’s
We’ll meet at Fort, you and I.
Something lies inside my eager mind to find that time has cared to write
Just over this hill passed a dried up river and white paint splatter on the road
before you know, I’ll be home
but I feel more inclined to remember the walk my people did in a town where Billy lies
Be safe on a two-lane highway at night, don’t let the train light fool your eyes
Just ride along its side
And distant silos come around, you hold your breath through Melrose town
Just over this hill passed some homemade cider and a road to Elida
C'mon, before you know, I’ll be home
but I feel more inclined to remember the dirt I settled in
And so, there will be hope for me, but I won’t be left, I won’t be grown until my breath heals your soul
Just over the hill passed the old Floyd highway when I come to the Avenue O,
It’s then that I know that I’m home
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3. |
Bitter Inner Atmosphere
05:46
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Bitter Inner Atmosphere
They were mistaken the harvest was less than expected.
We were born in time of glory
In retrospect I wasn’t all that gifted
Mary, Mary, the fire around the ashes has drifted
Mary, Mary, the west Texas travel has been lifted.
I say we crawl, in the field until we rid our palms
Of pride, tonight
It appears as worried fervor in our bones
Is it a dream? If only you had found
The remembrance of hope, that stimulates when coming home
You are, you are the fear
Coming down has drawn near.
No time at all, you could’ve called
If you wondered about my bitter inner atmosphere
What was solved? But hubris carried in your call
You are you are the essence of clean if you’d just listen.
The remembrance of hope, that stimulates when coming home
You are, you are the fear
Coming down has drawn near.
No time at all, you could’ve called
If you wondered about my bitter inner atmosphere
The problem comes from smoke taken from the can
Then it hits us/you/me on the head
The song they/I wrote you love, coming from/my band.
Was written in a trance/written from a plan
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4. |
This Song
04:01
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This Song
My thoughts set sail today I heard you were in town
You came one winter’s day before the year had end
And as we argue I turn to you and say
I’ll fall, I’ll fall in love again
Hold still while I control the source of your reflection
Honey you know I would protect you from any harm
Stay up with me and wait for word coming from the doctor
Telling me I’ll live to be old and be just fine
And if the world should say we’re wrong
Just say we have this song
When the flowers move towards the sun the day is failry young, and the borderline heatwave keeps us inside
When the trees run scared they form piles in the winter lawn, when the trees sway, and the windows fog if you breathe right.
And if the world should say we’re wrong
Just say we have this song
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5. |
Angry Trust
04:57
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Angry Trust
Lie down the sleep in your cozy little bed
Don’t peel the sheets it’s mighty cold, don’t be afraid
On the ceiling shadows speak.
But they aren’t breathing, they’re deceiving you again
And I know the floor creaks even when there’s no one around
And thought the mind may draw
Tiny picture of eyes that burn the soul, you learn to cope.
Under control, did the feeling keep you down?
Could you wait another day to hit the ground?
If I ever explore again
It will be a season of angry trust.
Pull the curtain, shine the spot light.
On the fore head you absorb the sweat
Tie the voices to the stigma you created un-evaded in your head.
And I know the floor creaks even when there’s no one around.
Under control, did the feeling keep you down?
Could you wait another day to hit the ground?
If I ever explore again
It will be a season of angry trust.
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6. |
Lightning Bug
04:03
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Lightning Bug
Such a bright beam breaks the sand stream through the glass
Such a bright light
Like ashes falling on the snow peak after the blast
Such a bright light
Egad!
There is a mild swarm of lightning bugs to catch
Such a bright light
And wherever she is there’s a shine to lead her back
Such a bright light
Egad!
She saw them fall asleep and then dim down
And we tried to bring them home with us
And what I didn’t know is where they would go in the daylight
And we tried to bring them home with us
There is a mild swarm of lightning bugs to catch
Such a bright light
And wherever she is there’s a shine to lead her back
Such a bright light
Egad!
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7. |
Everyone Is Here
04:47
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Everyone Is Here
A petty fool, unfazed by what I’ve become
All my life, I seen the world torn.
The shoreline is peaceful now they’ve gone
All I want is just one more chance to make believe
There’s a bottle out there I can trust
In your savior’s eyes I’ve been a fool for too long and my faith has gone astray, and everyone is here.
A simple man unsure of the call, and my story is not one to fall on deaf ears for too long.
I shook the hand of the unsimple life. Curse the new sounds of the people’s cries, and wondered if it could be you.
What a clever way to speak to these souls
Everyone one is here. It’s the face I can’t wash off the walls
Everyone is here. It’s the child’s eyes I’ve grown to love.
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8. |
40 Leagues Below Bow
04:43
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40 Leagues Below Bow
This was my only plan.
It was solid it was grand
With a careful reach of sanity in tact
Hold your tongue
I was cold and on the run
It wasn’t easy staying afloat, no no
What would you call it? An honest vagrant?
Pieced together emancipation?
Do you want it? Is it needed?
Where the hell is my paddle have you seen it?
Wooden row device
The cries were so concise.
Whirlpool of 40 vessels ho!
Many blokes have drowned
They went 40 leagues below bow.
A nautical down
Where’s the crowd to save you now?
OH NO!!!
Hold that note. It brings us petty ghost
He warned us at the coast
I wasn’t sure if we had weathered the storm.
Hold that note. It brings us petty ghost
He warned us at the coast
I wasn’t sure if we had weathered the storm
Wooden row device
The cries were so concise.
Whirlpool of 40 vessels ho!
Many blokes have drowned
They went 40 leagues below bow.
Prepare nautical down
Where’s the crowd to save you now?
OH NO!!!
40 leagues below bow I can’t breathe
The salt begins to bleed the life out of me.
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