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Summer Turns to Fall
02:48
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Smokey rooms and fluorescent lights, your fingers/ the ivory all black and white. Nervous stutters from out your mouth, into the mic you sing and shout... Keep this wall in between us, if summer turns to fall, just don't wait for my call.
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Dandelion Heart
05:09
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There's a train heading west, it's heading straight for his arms, but you're staying home this time. You tried your best to keep out of harm, things just get harder each time. Now the rain's falling down from the sky and from your eyes but I know those clouds will clear in time. You just can't love now it'll hurt if you try, so please give it some time. The wind's gonna blow on your dandelion heart and scatter your love like weeds, I'll make a wish on your dandelion heart, please don't make a fool of me. I'm heading south for the summer or forever, lord knows it's been a long time... I'll be looking out, you've got my number if life is giving you a hard time. So bury your love deep under ground and keep it safe. Bury your love deep underground and let it grow... The wind's gonna blow on your weathervane heart, your love's just spinning in the breeze, I'll try to read your weathervane heart, please don't change it on me.
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Constellation
06:03
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The scoreboard isn't lighting up, the home team didn't win the cup. "I guess it just comes down to luck," I hear them all say. You could see all the pages never read the book, stake out the bank never catch the crook or try to fly and break your foot if it's just not your day. She might fall for you but take it back, he'll bend your heart until it snaps, but love is just a heart attack that you never saw coming. You'll get married and maybe celebrate and buy that house next to the lake. If you land without a single break, you'd better hit the ground running.
I was born beneath a cluster of stars and I do believe that they were telling a lie, because you think the tears in your eyes are filling up the balances every time you cry when in truth they just run away into the sea.
I sat piecing a puzzle back to a picture that might make me laugh but in the end I just felt that I'd been at it too long. So I scrambled the tiles and walked away trying to make sense of this array of nonsense, colors and rainy days; it all just seemed wrong. I asked a wise man what he thought was right and he said that, "Nothing comes without a price. Everything circles through dark and light, the scales are all there". But the next day his house burned down, his wife left him and then skipped town. I found him sprawled out on the ground choking on the word, "fair".
I just sit and watch the lights bathe the cars and I think of every person born to die. We're all stuck in a river that's wide and the waters will fill up your lungs if you begin to cry because in truth we're just floating away into the sea.
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Camera for a Compass
05:58
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There's a sky above Missouri and there are stars above the city and from your condo back in Brooklyn there's a world you'll never see. It's where you drank all of that liquor and it spilled like watercolor, across your blank and white canvas, it is sour and bitter. All this time, I thought I was wrong because my wheels and the road they're on are like a needle on a record and it's playing my favorite song. "Home" is what you called me, but home's not where you want to be. All those flights east and northbound and the engine's noisy sound. While you were tangled in his sheets, I was sleeping in the clouds. Wasted time and wasted money, it doesn't mean that much to me so take one last shot from the dark room as I'm heading out to sea. Where I'll let hope fill my sails though you said, "Optimism is a jail" from here on out I know, it's all mackerel scales and mare's tails. "Home" is what you called me but home's not where you want to be. And we planted a garden where nothing ever grew so you crossed the street to where the flowers were all red and blue but as you sat down the petals all turned to brown and I was in full bloom. So to you with all your shortcuts and your heart never in a rut, you found the quickest way out of the city in which we were stuck. A roll of film up on the shelf, take it down and remind yourself of a kiss from a person whose name doesn't ring a bell. I sold my camera for a compass because a picture is meaningless, you missed the moment, I dodged a bullet and now the needle is pointing west...
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Boston
01:58
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The road to Boston was lined with trees, the fall had taken away their green and left instead a neon split of reds and yellows like the vegas strip. I found you there on the shoreline, crying like a child but I could only smile.
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A Simple Song
02:39
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I need to write a simple song to ease my uneasy mind with a couple simple chords and a simple rhyme. I need to finish something, I cannot waste my time. I need to write a simple song to ease my uneasy mind. It will sound just like a day we will forget and like a stray dog who doesn't miss home yet, I'm wandering the streets of a dream that I'll protect. Songs are just like days, days we will forget. Tear down all these posters and give these walls some air, I'm pulling up the carpets, I think it's only fair, I've cluttered up this room as long as I can bare. I'm tearing down these posters to give these walls some air. I need to write a simple song to ease my uneasy mind, one without a message or any clever lines, if I fail with this one I guess I'll just keep trying. I need to write a simple song before I lose my mind.
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Fifteen Stars
04:56
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We built a bonfire and sang the sun to sleep that night, it burned, oh, so bright. I'll just wait for fifteen stars to let me know the day is done, that sleep will not come. I'll let the night wear off and sink into a hangover in the back of my car. From the dark the day is born, but what's the use in going home to just be alone? This is a casting off. This is me, giving up. Show me a sign that love won't sail away, well, feet don't fail me now because I died yesterday. The champagne is not as sweet when I tasted it on your lips as you stop me for a kiss. It's nights like this that I can't see because it's dark in the drawer you keep me in. I just wait until you need something. It comes and goes like a flock of birds perched outside on the power lines, daring me with their eyes. But I won't go, not tonight. There's too much left to come undone, I'll just stay up to greet the sun. I am blasting off. This is me, leaving ground. Tell me it's fine, that the reds aren't really grays, that life will finally start and leave behind yesterday.
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The Hunt
04:02
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Hear their hoofbeats like drums, you're the fox - they're the hunt. Their hounds have your scent and they're thirsty for blood. Their crosshairs are trained on your back as you run beneath the moon, they're coming for you. They're colder than water and swifter than death. So don't fear his scythe or his icy breath. They'll tear your heart right from your chest and ring out every ounce of life but you'll never level that debt. So baby, let's drink to guilt and to shame from a bottle we can't afford as the streets paved with gold fill thieves and with whores dancing and dangling jewels from their necks. A carnival game - a balloon and a dart, they're claiming their prize and piercing your heart. Swim hard and fast but they'll circle like sharks come to drag you beneath the ocean blue. They're coming for you. So baby, let's drink to guilt and to shame from a bottle we can't afford as the city grows cold, broken glass on the floor is shining and shimmering like dead star light. In the bouquets they sold there's no roses just thorns and we're buying the blood that they drew from our palms.
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