1. |
lesson learned
02:46
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i toss and turn 'till i discern,
lesson learned,
i can't get it done.
can't get it done..
i think we said the interweb
when we left.
i'll tell you what it was.
i couldn't get it done.
i know i mentioned this before
that i'd tie us back together,
us and more.
something time could not afford.
well is all and all is well.
i won't dwell.
it's no use because
i can't get it done.
i think i have misplaced myself.
how i felt..
i can't get it going.
not going, now it's gone.
i wonder every now and then
whether i have special meaning
for my friends.
i'm thinking i can just pretend.
i toss and turn until it burns.
lesson learned:
i can't get it done.
can't get it done.
i think we said we'd raise the dead
or i'm misled.
can't tell you when it was.
i couldn't get it done.
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2. |
pockets
01:58
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3. |
anew
02:35
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in the first time that we played the nines,
i confirmed i was right.
so i closed a door and you were there,
resounding everywhere.
and at last i listened carefully
and heard you honestly.
i couldn't truly mold myself anew
until i fathomed you.
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4. |
georgia
04:05
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quiet pieces in a verse.
we were mumbling our words.
clouds were muddling the sky.
then a light went on inside.
georgia in the band.
simple thoughts began to grow.
one of us was way too low.
you brought the chorus back to life.
then a light behind our eyes.
georgia in the band.
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5. |
familiar
03:16
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do you think that i seem lifelike?
did you see it when i closed my eyes?
can i hold you if i feel like ice
could you brace me when i meet my frights?
does it sound familiar
as i boil over?
does this sound familiar?
so i form the words in my own right.
i don't enjoy the view from sidelines.
does it sound familiar
as i topple over?
does this sound familiar
as i buckle over?
does it sound familiar?
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6. |
take me out
01:45
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take me out on a porch.
i could never feel without
with a whistle on my mouth.
take me out under stars.
commons songs are where it's at,
right before we hit the sack.
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7. |
maxwell
03:02
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i don't know when we split off,
where you were that day of loss.
what do you now think of us
coming back from zambia?
maxwell,
i wish i knew you more.
you always found the chords.
and when we wanted to record..
nothing captures you as well
as the song you kept to yourself.
all that feeling underneath.
how i yearn to hear you speak.
tell me how you came to be
and the paths laid at your feet.
i am open. i am fee.
maxwell,
now that i think of it...
movie poster grid...
roulette of chores fixed to the fridge.
you were more than i could hold,
truth be fragile, truth be told.
as i spend more time alone,
there's so much space you could have known
i'm sure the day is drawing near
when someone catches me in tears
while i'm listening through your ears.
i don't know so cyclically
where you are, how you might be.
what do you now think of me,
someone trapped in history?
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8. |
all day err day
01:36
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georgia's in the car.
maxwell's at the park.
pick up your guitar.
we're not going very far.
set up in the yard,
synchronize our arms,
give them our regards,
settle down, and then depart.
we were the bomb,
singing friday songs.
all evening long,
keeping sweaters on.
fourteen hand applause.
four-note afterthought.
shanna's nodding off.
trumpet take a pause.
georgia's in the car.
maxwell's at the park.
mitch, go grab your art.
we're not going very far.
set the door ajar.
violin can start.
harmonize the parts.
still raising up the bar.
in from the quad.
leave the curtains drawn.
shugo's bell goes off.
turn the string lights on.
reverb in the loft.
singing wednesday songs.
maximillian nods.
singing dim-light songs.
jacky count us off.
singing, talking, songs.
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9. |
titmouse
01:51
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10. |
slope day
04:15
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morning talks in the ski house.
brittle pancakes on my plate.
i returned to the car lot,
mine replaced with an empty space.
took a walk to the tow yard.
i drove back through the crowded streets.
all the girls with their shirts cut,
all the boys in their sleeveless tees.
it's hard to blend with a clear head,
so i waited for mitch to leave.
two guitars and a trumpet
singing out beneath the trees.
mari joined with her boyfriend,
and some strangers stopped for us.
so alive in the garden
while the world was getting buzzed elsewhere.
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11. |
a part
01:25
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12. |
mitch
06:48
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hey mitch.
there's your smile.
my pitch...
it's just your style.
it's all right.
we're getting older.
It's your life.
Mull it over.
Think it over.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over.
My gut free falls.
hey mitch,
the great foregoer.
it's your itch.
don't give over.
Think it over.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over.
My gut free falls.
Think it over as you need.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over while your free.
My gut free falls.
i would be foolish if i
didn't recount what was right.
you took me lame.
you shook me awake.
and after all those years i'd hide away.
strumming in basements at night,
unfamiliar faces alight,
left me brave.
you cleared my mistakes.
you placed your gravity inside my brain.
that's how i find myself today,
and how i know that i was changed.
i would be sorry if i
couldn't remember the life
i felt days
learning your ways.
you pressed your harmonies into my veins.
without you, i could not have stayed
the best that i can be today.
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13. |
monument
01:03
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14. |
memorial
04:10
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the pain's only taking me 'cause i want it to.
i'll masochistically memorialize this
'cause i am a sucker for longing moments.
you let me put the cd on.
heard you sing along so lively.
you get so quiet when we reach home.
i pick up the pieces
and don't ask why.
there's a fire in my heart,
in my heart.
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tunnel traffic Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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