1. |
The Chase
04:57
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2. |
Ruins (Part I)
03:35
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Sleeping with the lights on
is where the day had died...
I want to go back there.
Shivering in the backyard
to treat my newest sickness,
creating yet a third.
Could we have just one
simple talk together?
Then maybe some more.
Speaking quite unclear
the crash was now so near...
vanished into the crowd.
Shivering in the backyard.
We are ancient ruins
weathered by the time,
wasted in the night.
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3. |
Sincerely, New York
04:03
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Pennsylvania.
Representing what could,
but will never be,
unfortunately.
Chose incorrectly.
Procrastinated.
You could attract,
and that's a fact.
California.
Representing the end.
They're all the same,
man I sure can't complain.
New York City.
Representing the young.
Spirits we shared,
well I felt impaired.
Pennsylvania.
A place I've never been.
I've been around the border.
There's just too much disorder -
it pains me to leave it all alone.
California.
A secondary home.
I walked the western sands,
please shine your light on her land,
and let me leave it all alone.
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4. |
To Resurrect
04:09
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Where am I?
Same place I end up
every summer I try
to resurrect the hands
that bled for your name.
I resurrect the mind
that drowns in self shame.
Only here,
drinking away until
I recognize fear
on cold cement and singing
for the lost days,
the empty glass reflects a distorted face.
My skin is burning,
maybe I'm learning.
When I leave...
same place it follows
without love to receive.
I resurrect the eyes
that now look away.
I resurrect the mouth
with nothing to say.
Where am I?
Same place I end up
every summer I try
to resurrect the feet
that bled for your name.
I resurrect the mind that
drowns in self blame.
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5. |
Ruins (Part II)
05:00
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Shivering in the backyard...
I saw spring leaves within her eyes.
The autumn lingered in disguise.
He said, "Let her go, and go to her. "
Still never knowing
which side is showing.
I heard someone had been in thought.
When spring leaves fall they must be caught.
He said, "Let this die, or die for her. "
Still never knowing
which side is showing.
We are ancient ruins...
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6. |
Old December
03:24
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Why do I always curse myself?
Is it just to remember?
Why do I always look at photographs?
Is it just to remember?
Old December,
oh December.
Why do I always burn the name?
Does it breathe in the embers?
To dismember Old December.
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7. |
Backyard Snake
03:26
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Backyard snake, near a midnight lake,
softly slides past through the summer grass.
Turning back slow, its eyes start to glow.
She calls out her spouse, and runs to the house.
The man was not tall nor impressive at all.
The snake waits in strife - it wanted the wife.
They quarrel til dawn on the lakeside lawn.
The snake bit the man, and off he ran.
The woman came out and started to shout.
They never had love, just someone to speak of.
Backyard snake, from the morning wake,
waits for hand near the lakeside sand.
Though years it could take,
it stays by the lake,
until she can see
the snake is me.
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8. |
No Pity
05:24
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Thinking back to the day
when i saw you shine like a sunbeam...
gleaming light from the face that had
control over me.
Was it so long ago
that i lost all my previous thoughts of anyone else,
leaving room for the spaces that would
eventually be empty?
It was so long ago
that you looked so pretty.
You looked so pretty back then.
I try not to pity...
I try not to pity myself.
And though i still know you,
I barely know anyone else.
I'm searching the city of angels
for another one to block out the sunlight.
And make me forget when
you lost interest in me overnight
and left me there thinking.
You were so wrong to go.
And I grew further apart from the things
that I loved before.
Left my home on the island
and faked goodbye to it all.
And so i had to go,
because you looked so pretty.
You looked so pretty back then.
I try not to pity...
I try not to pity myself.
And though i still know you,
I barely know anyone else.
I'm searching the city of angels
for another one.
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9. |
Another Ghost
06:30
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Attention.
You wanted mine.
You fucking have it...
you fucking lost it.
Attention.
You are a parasite.
You fucking take it...
you fucking waste it.
Another host
for this ghost.
I see your smile
and all the while
you wear a mask.
And still you ask
for attention.
You wanted mine.
You fucking need it...
you fucking want it.
Another host
for this ghost...
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