1. |
waker
02:34
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2. |
another story
03:30
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someone told me
bodies floated up to shore
and it's something
but nothing i haven't heard before.
i'm asked who i am and what i do
for fun.
i plug myself in...
and i go to plano
where i left another story behind.
then i drift to oslo
where i keep another story in mind.
another story in mind.
another story in mind.
every morning,
warnings, sounded off alarms.
here are fevered
leaders leeching off our arms.
and the comments page scrolls on and on and on.
come on.
i plug myself in...
and i drift to plano.
did i leave some other story behind.
then to santiago
where i keep another story in mind.
another story in mind.
another story in mind.
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3. |
listen
03:38
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night drive...
time flies...
i might cry.
i asked my friend to listen
while driving on a highway in houston.
and for the final crescendo,
i suggested that she look out the window.
oh no.
slowed... froze...
don't go...
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4. |
i'll be sorry
04:26
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straight on...
made a life for myself.
right on.
planned it all so well.
i said i'd reason when i drifted back.
was it a lie?
change up the seasons to keep me on track.
yeah right.
whether it's days, months, years,
i'll be sorry.
i'll be sorry
whether it's days, months, years.
deep down
is the well of my doubt,
weighed down
with a hand reaching out.
the questions they ask at the end of a life...
how did i do?
how did i react when i learned what was right?
did i choose?
whether it's days, months, years,
i'll be sorry.
i'll be sorry
whether it's days, months, years.
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5. |
sustain me / so long
06:32
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when i seek out,
it overwhelms now.
it weighs me down
and it is so loud.
i splay my wires out.
i close my eyes now.
i shut my mind down
and breathe lo-fi sound.
i will spend a week
listening to anything
verses to sustain me
while i'm here in vain
i fell asleep
listening to winter aid.
my body never felt so safe.
memories stripped away.
in the middle of horizons fall,
my heart, it never felt this calm.
innocence after all.
checking out olivia's songs,
i figured that they'd hit this strong.
what's taken me so long?
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6. |
skip
02:29
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please don't play that song.
recognize that
it is surfacing old wounds
i know i got past.
please don't play that song.
understand that
it incites memories so bad
and keeps them intact.
please don't play that song.
it's a shame that
it brings suddenly loose ends
i have to pick at.
please don't play that song.
i regret that
i carried it along so far,
now push it way back.
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7. |
the why
03:29
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why?
why?
i am the why.
why?
why?
i am the why.
this past october,
i dusted off my camera lens
and wrapped myself for
the cooler air and growing winds.
knee deep in pictures,
did not take long to wonder why
i left my sweater.
when did my mother start to cry?
litter
rivers.
neighbors
left the light on.
meanwhile,
hostile
in style.
accept me back home.
accept me back home.
accept me back...
why?
why?
i am the why.
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8. |
stand
04:53
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tell me where i stand.
tell me where i stand.
tell me where i stand
'cause i want it true.
tell me where i stand.
tell me where i stand
when i make plans.
am i honest?
when i show my hand,
do i buy it?
can i save this?
should i eat this?
for the sake of my friends,
i don't laugh at that.
do i listen
for the subtext?
am i patient?
am i blatant?
is my surface my intent?
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9. |
what will follow
02:57
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in my nation,
nothing is popular
and that elevates me.
in my nation,
every moment
unfolds spontaneously
in my nation,
we ponder dissonantly
but speak musically.
in my nation,
everyone gets to be
what they want to be.
in my nation,
we live off the ground
and we pass it around
in my nation,
no one rats me out,
no one casts me out.
in my nation,
we forego what we know
when the streams run low.
in my nation,
there is no one that is left alone.
bottled up with big ideas,
i render myself hollow.
my drink for another
might not be so slick to swallow.
i hold the future tightly.
how can i? my life is borrowed.
where's the will to win
when i am certain what will follow?
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10. |
hear me
04:01
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this knotted my mind. can't untie it...
and i cannot hide it.
i can't deny it.
i won't.
voices are signals to hold to.
mine cannot find you.
i can't defy you
alone.
you can't hear me.
will you hear the music?
you can't hear me.
will you hear the music?
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11. |
chance
05:01
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i was waiting for a chance
to reconcile with my own hands.
i thought my sentiment
would be enough to settle this.
there's no such peace.
it's obvious,
i know.
i was waiting for a plan.
waiting for answers...
waiting for answers
no one knows.
waiting for answers...
waiting for answers,
no one grows.
waiting for answers...
waiting for answers
that won't show.
waiting for answers...
waiting for answers
i don't know.
waiting for answers...
waiting for answers,
i don't grow.
waiting for answers...
waiting for answers
that won't show.
waiting for answers...
waiting for answers
i'm not owed.
waiting for answers...
waiting for answers,
i let them go.
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tunnel traffic Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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