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Paper Bag
03:19
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Seven digits at the bottom of a blank frame
My broken head lost your name
I’ll call you anything I please
Catch you off guard always with a catch phrase
My mouth can smile on my mad face
I don’t mean everything I say
Hey, she packs the sun away in a paper bag again today
I’ll call you anything I please
We are just motion picture lovers
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Bargain Shelf
02:43
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The fishing line, was pulled tight by the favorite child
A colored coat he was wearing
In my life the church bells rang every night
And I made sure I was present
And bargain shelves are holding pieces of the devils tale
From floor to ceiling
And back upstairs all the pieces are always there
Try to embrace them
It’s cold outside as pigeons fidget into the night
With black spots on their feathers
If I could help I’d give a nickel to the snow that fell
And covered up all these feelings
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Corners
02:46
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You walked in this morning
With a million stitches left
Sewing up everywhere you’ve been
Your character is broken every time
There’s an option left
Where you don’t become the best
With every corner you crawl into
I now know better to follow through
Put everything in line
I’ll lose my watch this evening
If it means I don’t have to show
For all of this lying around
With all of that energy going towards
Moving nowhere fast
You must be getting pretty close
With every corner you crawled into
I now know better to follow through
Like every boulder you held to cast
Into the water to sink so fast
You said baby I can do that
Baby I can do that, just as fast
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All Be Fine
02:29
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I was trying, but I got high and nothing came out right
Three more hours to California here I come again
I need sunshine deep in my eyes to keep them satisfied
When winter comes man, all be fine
On the frozen west side
But I should know better than that you might think
But here I am on the frying pan again
And I was cracked and bent for them to fix
But those flashing lights always seemed like nonsense
I buzzed your door and you came running always so amused
In three more hours I’ll be downstairs waving at yellow blurs
With all these white lines pinned at my side nothings relative
And when he asked, “Sir, where are you going?”
I could only shake my head
And I should know better than that you might think
But here I am like a rerun all day again
And I Just might have better things to do
But my lists are lost and I’ve lost the ability to talk
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Backseat Song
02:47
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The countertop was filthy with beer bottles and ash
Smelt like backseat full of trash
We’d forgotten to clean
The scripts were read in programs for the whole wide world
Sitting in a hotel with the only girl
I’d forgotten to take
If I drop the ball
She’d be picking it up for me
If I missed the call
She’d never talk after the beep
The crooked cans in boxes were too noisy in the hall
The landlord needs a haircut and overalls
Because he’s forgotten to put on his clothes
The cops were only sent to scare the shit out of us
But we were busy laughing it’s the first of the month
And man I’ve already cashed my check
As a matter of fact now you cant go back out
And leave me hanging
Out on the tracks now falling back down
On knees bent and shaking
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Isles
01:40
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(Instrumental)
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Misses & Master
02:54
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You never went back to the store on the corner
You caught the bus to the market and fixed yourself
Slow and steady drifted missing both my pockets
Which way did I go first?
The Misses listen to her disco with her headphones
And Master sees her singing
Can’t help but open up a bottle of the finest
Oh Misses won’t you please, please me
She’s gone and put a hex on me
There’s a kitchen table with a drawer for keys
She left without me
Cleared out
Dinner was served at precisely seven
The host was sleepy, lost in simple conversation
Her dress was wrinkled from the studio apartment
Where he left his things in the middle of the carpet
If only they’d been a little more surprising
That’s a cold they’re faking, bad cards they’re playing
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Bottom of the Ocean
03:08
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I’ll find the answers at the bottom of the ocean
Digging a hole in search of gold
Using fictions from the pictures in my brain
Scratching smiles on every face
Cutting out the clouds for sunshine
You be the end of my book
Where everyone’s crazy
I see the summertime
Follow the dotted line
This could be the only reason we were left here
Throwing out gold in search of more
Closing doors just open a couple more
Who’s to say I’d walk right through yours
Before I’d walk through mine
Where I’ll be the king of my town
And we’ll all go crazy
I see the summertime
Never ending in my mind
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Kingsley
01:04
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(Instrumental)
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Hunters & Gatherers
03:11
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Folded crop circled forming a claustrophobic maze
Holding onto the storm clouds if you’re saying it out loud
Shame on you
Mountain passes all painted white
The old ghost of Lincoln heights cave
Winter’s almost through
Engaging in illegal exchanges
Meeting with strangers names
Old faces, and thumbs signing lullabies
The same day that music died
Wait!
The stock was for a lot longer than a little while
Now I got to climb to the bluff
The great outdoors came at the price of a little time
With the hunters & gatherers on the run
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Good Morning
02:24
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Walking down the road with the sun on my back
Grin on my face, shit aint bad
Don’t got the blues anymore
Old man on the corner wants a dime for crack
Dig in my pocket, don’t have that
But I got some news for you anyhow
You see that stranger just ahead
He’s got shit on his shoes
And I’m not pointing fingers but
I think it’s from you
So come on with me and we cant tell him together
I went to the bookshelf for something to read
But I found nothing id not already seen
This is such a magical place
But I could use a better look
Because the television screen is always screaming so loud
Can’t find the flicker and I cant get out
Of this bed right now, not at all
The sunshine it lights my window but
The sky is not blue
The alarm clock wakes up good morning, to you
Good morning
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Cloud Canopy
04:15
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(Instrumental)
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No Problem
04:18
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The final spectacle
Was like a Sunday drive through town
Just how my lover felt
When time had actually run out
Oh boy this cant be happening now
This mischief will not go unpunished
But hear me now as I tumble to the ground
When the sun goes down it does not vanish
There was nothing left
There to cover your chest
From all of those villains
Underneath your steps
You went to the trees
You were waiting for me
And I had to problem
Because we were all about to leave
I fought the cold and their army with my hands
Dug both my feet into the sand
I know now everyone I know
Is practically saved
But there’s nothing inside this house
It’s empty
It’s safe.
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Trees
05:12
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Forgotten and pulled outside
It’s nothing serious
But it appears I’ve found the truth
Sitting all leather bound
Kept like a wedding ring
The beaten sons eternal youth
I like the fog in December
And the snow that falls
On parked cars where I remember
Going home
So long ago
The myths were all written off
As merely age-old tales
Full of everything but truth
The lines kept circling
Back upon themselves
Until there was nowhere left to move
But back to the start
The tree that holds us now
From what’s below us down
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And the Sun Goes Down
01:27
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And when the sun goes down
Its does not vanish
And when the sun goes down
It just comes back around, and around
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