1. |
Sycamore
04:29
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There are worms in the earth that's under your house
There's a branch tap tap tapping on the window
There are different ways a person could wind up in something
As enormous as Lake Ontario
I have a feeling he drove himself here
John Doe out for a Sunday ride
But when the tide comes in
Well who's to say we're watching anything
But the children running by
Sycamore, Sycamore
And the current still
Down below, down below
Here's hoping he'll contain
The multitudes of reason he could not explain
Not much to explain
There's a meteor threading the eye of newborn sky
There's a wish being granted by a sinner
There is no way to predict just who might affix themselves to you
A mark that lasts forever
Summer's finding its legs in September
Way past what should've been its prime
Sun-punished and wasted
I would've waited all my days for you if I had time
Sycamore, Sycamore
And the current still
Down below, down below
Here's hoping we'll contain
The multitudes of reason we would not explain
Not much to explain
The world is made of water and so am I, so am I
The world is made of water and so am I, so am I
That of which we're certain is certain to change
I am certain to change
Sycamore, Sycamore
And the current still
Down below, down below
Here's hoping I'll contain
The breath, the beat, the battle of something arcane
The multitudes of reason I will not explain
Not much to explain
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2. |
Dinah's Equivalent
04:15
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I was born staring at the sun
Ankles tied so I'd never touch the ground
I'm heaven-bound
Leah walked in like she had something to say
Her eyes were crossed, clap her back that's how they'll stay
Said I should pray
Oh I would if my mama ever taught me
But I grew up bound by words I never knew
Caught 'em in my throat
Like Cym did before me
Like Cym did before me
She did before me
I was so old by the time I turned fifteen
Dinah's equivalent without the chops to be queen
We didn't share the same quality of energy
I was seeing spots the day I learned her name
When Lola took a leap of faith and moved out of state
Oh what a state
What a state
Alison was left, a loner in the south
I wonder if she counted all the words that left her mouth
She didn't leave a note
Oh
I was so old by the time I turned fifteen
Dinah's equivalent without the chops to be queen
We didn't share the same quality of energy
If I could have my way
I'd fake eternal sleep
Just so I could learn more of them
I'd make my mouth like Leah's
And keep Lola's heart
Make a home for Cym and Alison
But I was so old
I was so old
I was so old
I was so old
By the time I turned fifteen
Dinah's Equivalent without the chops to be queen
We didn't share the same quality
Of energy
Energy
Of energy
Of energy
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3. |
Long Weekend
03:50
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Those ancient flatirons sat
Sinking solemn teeth
Into the valley within which I stood
Within which I stood
Watching the clouds catch fire
Burn their way through
The atmosphere and laugh at me stupid who
Blew holes in borrowed lungs
It doesn't take a whole lot
To make me believe
That I'm as real as the spit
Running down my chin that I'm
As afraid as the place that made me begin
To cross my eyes and heart
And never hope to die
And never hope to die
Everywhere I looked I saw
Coat hanger arms
Pinning down corners of sky
It got me high
I stood beside me planting
Two pairs of feet
Into the land I'd known only in sleep
Only in sleep
It doesn't take a whole lot
To make me believe
That I'm as real as the spit
Running down my chin that I'm
As afraid as the place that made me begin
To cross my eyes and heart
And never hope to die
And never hope to die
The freeway where my first
Glimpses of earth
Were met by some desperate
Reciprocant
Falls victim to the hand of an angry god
An angry god
He's quiet as night
Sure as something
Running reds
To keep the tides on time
To keep the tides on time
It doesn't take a whole lot
To make me believe
That I'm as real as the spit
Running down my chin that I'm
As afraid as the place that made me begin
To cross my eyes and heart
And never hope to die
And never hope to die
Never hope to die
It doesn't take a whole lot
To make me believe
That I'm as real as the spit
Running down my chin that I'm
As afraid as the place that made me begin
To cross my eyes and heart
And never hope to die
And never hope to die
And never hope to die
And never hope to die
Never hope to die
Never hope to die
Never hope to die
And never hope to die
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4. |
Myth Maker
03:21
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Someday we'll be married
On our handful of land way upstate
You'll plant lavender in our garden
And I'll remember everything
When our shadows stretch long and
You're shading your eyes in the car
Think of the places you'd show me
If your legs would take us that far
My Myth Maker
Myth Maker My
Myth Maker Myth Maker
Make me a dream
Make me a rising sun
Make me holy
Someday we'll be married
And your mother will call me your wife
I'll burn all the pies, never stood a chance anyway
I won't work a day in my life
The two of us will become one
'Cause I won't make it alone
You'll open your mouth and I'll agree
You'll make a Myth Maker of me
My Myth Maker
Myth Maker My
Myth Maker Myth Maker
Make me a dream
Make me a rising sun
Make me holy
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5. |
The Death of Living
05:29
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This place is like the memory of a town
And the memory's fading
There's evidence of a little late spring
And bare feet stained, gone and away
It's here that man busts his knuckles against
Cement sky and dinner time
It's here that man learned to long for more
To slip the surly bonds of earth
And here he lays
And so it shall be
And here he lays
And so it shall be
The ground that split and the debt it'd commit
Make a merry pair in deceit
No stranger to unknown he'll claim what's his
Secure in his own wonder
The goose, the deer, and the near-sighted hare
Stumble into what used to be
Their noses tuned to slightly greener things
Are sentenced to the death of living
And here they lay
And so it shall be
And here they lay
And so it shall be
His carbon more perfectly arranged
His carbon more perfectly arranged
His carbon more perfectly arranged
His carbon more perfectly arranged
And here he lays
And so it shall be
And here he lays
And so it shall be
And so it shall be
And so it shall be
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6. |
If I Were
02:55
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If I were a rule I would bend for you
If I were a seed I would sprout
If I were a path I'd follow where you lead
And hope you'd be waiting there for me
If I were to speak I would call to you
I'd happily go deaf from the sound
Make me the victim of your sacred name
The vowels that turn my whole world 'round
Ooo
Fix me in your focus
If I had some sense I would leave you here
Pack it up and take it on the road
I'll head out west, I'll start again
Send my love to the folks back home
If you're thinking of me late at night
Those days when we would lay on our sides
Don't try to make up for it now
It wouldn't matter anyhow
Ooo
Fix me in your focus
Mmm
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7. |
Figure Four
03:59
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These roads aren't for the faint of heart
Nor a head full of mountain fog
But that poor car still climbed
Guided by O'Hara and Sondheim
You were sitting next to me
Part of my child fantasy
The words you said were words
I wanted to hear
I spit out like a seed
From the mouth of reverie
Pinned to the floor
Figure four
Tonight looks like every time
That gaze of yours just misses mine
And stumbles on somewhere
I'll never find
Still I hug the double lines
Like the curve of your chest
Hope you're gone when you go
With the best and the rest of it
I spit out like a seed
From the mouth of reverie
Pinned to the floor
Figure four
My stubborn head, unfed
Is better than waiting on your goodbye
A trick of the mind, and I'm
Under you, my big blue sky
I spit out like a seed
From the mouth of reverie
Pinned to the floor
Figure four
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The view is nice but it can't compare
To a glimpse of you, unaware
The light falls on your face
And puts me in my place
One eighth of a day behind
Still not enough time to find
The words I'd wanna say
The words that'd make you stay
And so I run in place
The light, the light falls on your face
The roads that wind, the hands of time
Too much to hold not enough that's mine
The bottle sucks me dry
Reveal what's inside
The heart that jumps, or starts to race
The aching feet that match the pace
The open wound, the open space
And still the light falls on your face
I had a dream that I could breathe
Some sun into what I couldn't see
Illuminate the scene
Tell me what I mean
The blue of dawn yet to subside
Will bleed into my violet pride
What I've been told, what I've denied
The face, the light were never mine
I'm gripping the wheel again
Putting space between me and
Where I'm headed, where I began
You've got the whole world in your hand
Slipping through your fingers like sand
The universe is just a place
We dance across without a trace
Even if it disintegrates
The light would fall right on your face
Clear as horizon from the shore
Tired as a storm
The thing that keeps me warm
Will be what brings me home
And you will never know
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9. |
Eternal Optimist
05:23
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What a blessing it would be to wake and sleep
With the shining face of your moon
I'd learn to love the way our fragile bodies shake
Thank god for the thirtieth of June
The day the world let loose
A thing so disarming and new
At The Aqueduct where our fingers touched
I knew you were probably right
To let me believe that all a person needs
Is someone to turn out the light
Reticent, withdrawn
I've never been so proud to be wrong
The open palm that forms a fist
In the eternal optimist
What I wouldn't do
To prove it to you
I'd trust you with my pocket change
The place I rest my head and if I had to
I'd say I love you
What a blessing it could be to witness all
The humanness in you
The honey on your tongue
The whisper in your lungs
Every way your muscles move
If your blood could spill
It'd freeze into constellations
The open palm that forms a fist
In the eternal optimist
What I wouldn't do
To prove it to you
I'd trust you with my pocket change
The place I rest my head and if I had to
I'd say I love you
I wanna stare
At your ceiling 'til I fall asleep
I wanna run
Past your house and you'll chase after me
I wanna know
What you think and everywhere you go
I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
The open palm that forms a fist
In the eternal optimist
What I wouldn't do
To prove it to you
I'd trust you with my pocket change
The place I rest my head and if I had to
I'd say I love you
The open palm, the shaking fist
In the eternal optimist
What I wouldn't do
To hold on to you
I'd trust you with my pocket change
The place I rest my head and if I had to
I'd say
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10. |
Something Sweet
02:52
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Greener than a Sunday morning
Wide eyed, wide eyed
Sprung up from the forest floor she's
New life, new life
Saving up for something sweet
Pocketing a memory
Lucy's keeping life a secret
It's a habit
Make a thousand-year old promise
Let 'em have it
Saving up for something sweet
Pocketing a memory
Drowning in meaning she is whole
(Holy)
Among those living or nearly so
(Nearly)
The root, the crown, the rot
(Ooo)
What Lucy has
What she has not
Greener than a Sunday morning
(Greener than a Sunday morning)
Wide eyed, wide eyed
(Once it's come it's gone again)
Sprung up from the forest floor she's
(Greener than a Sunday morning)
New life, new life
(Once it's come it's)
Saving up for something sweet
(Gone)
Pocketing a memory
Greener than a Sunday morning
Wide eyed, wide eyed
Sprung up from the forest floor she's
New life, new life
Saving up for something sweet
Pocketing a memory
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