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short order cuorduroy
02:04
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save face today get spared an early grave
it's a long long way to go
crazed hazy blaze they say its just a phase
i don't know if they're right or wrong
here it is and there it went
black and grey it slowly sputters out
and in a scary dream i shutter as it grows
is it easier to fight or to just let go?
is it simpler just to swim or to sink into cold?
is it better for us all or just for me if i give up?
is it evanrudes or airplanes? does it matter when the time is up?
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shook awake at 4am again
up and out of bed
and there's a vision of what a happened inside my head
the ceiling was white and the walls were red
and they meet up at a thin line
a thin line
and hold there own on both sides, alright?
and just like us they're fixed into shape they can't oppose
they stand like noble soldiers firm with all intention disclosed
a synonym exposed as uncertainty, it grows
could i exist without it?
could i brave a summit?
do i have what it takes?
is that the last straw?
the last straw?
or was it only last call?
i'm out of it
i drink like fish so i can make some sense of how
the life i lead is simply out of my deliberate control
the line between us both
becomes elliptical
could i exist without it?
do i have what it takes?
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3. |
strange youth brigade
01:40
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strange youth brigade i got a date
to reciprocate parallel lines
i will explore the vacant pavillions
as i am willing to push and climb
and somewhere safe i will turn in at evening
as lungs are heaving by fall of night
and that's right about the perfect time
in strange youth brigades im never late
and flaccid states are on my mind
the superstitions melt all around me
as it astounds me somehow i'll find
that as we hold it eachother up each day
it will be this way that we unwind
and that's right about the perfect time
strange youth brigades set up camp in glades
just in the shades of perimeter line
i've come a long long way to remember
every splendor has it's price
and in the afternoon i wonder
why every blunder feels so nice...
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4. |
storm charts
01:08
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5. |
winner takes the torso
02:22
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was it warm in winter or was i wrong?
was there any melody in the song?
i watch it from the ceiling but i'm not familiar
with this awful feeling
it looks to me like i will play guitar
but i don't see the miles of satisfaction
i should get from the subtraction of my self consciousness
the wonder that was in my eyes is gone
stuff like cement seals the sermon and
i'm filled with loads of empty promises
and dreams will make me seem to see this far
i see its just the last lines of the track
that take me so many years back to where this started from
something in the past is locked away like
gathered mass in the belly of the song
it looks to me like i will play guitar...
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6. |
grave robbers
01:41
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7. |
im game
01:54
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there is one thing you should know
i am alone with both our problems
im alert and im sensitive
there's just no betraying it and
i sort all the feelings into categories
the intimate senses all alight
and im defenseless and shaking and yeah
that's how frustrated i am
i can feel it as it grows
i am alone and searching for you
i am thirsty and tired and yeah
that's how frustrated i am
i call out your name to every leaf that blows
i step even further into darkness
im asleep in the forest at night
that's how elated i am
am i walking? i don't know
pace like wasted race in place of his face
no space in haste that's how frustrated i am
daze like hazy maze in phases of craze
and im amazed in shades that's how elated i am
there is one thing you should know
if im walking now i really dont know how
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8. |
disappearer
01:31
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hold on
hold on and i'll explain this right away
and i'm confused as to the way
i hold on
hold on and live to fight another day
don't deteriorate
don't attenuate
i briefly see the release of his worldly bonds
he can't conceal
the way it feels to pass along
the way it feels to be the one that's gone
the way it feels to fade
to disappear
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9. |
and yes a snooper
01:31
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my "name" goes away from my "self" and
now there is no me to separate
it's like a fabric that im woven into
and co-habitate
and we take the things that we need
and we manipulate what's real
and so it seems there's flavors in
the feels that give us thrills
we don't know how far our reach extends
but there's no concern there's only
worlds of comfort and contentment
ce la vie for them and for me
that's the ebb and flow
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