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On Time
01:56
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Cast a line in a free flow. Exhale the breath of a sage. Accrue what's new with the birthing of a bruise. Stop running lines for plays we'll never stage. I was on time, but I had the wrong day. So I stepped out of line. Now that’s where I’ll stay. Despite a life less evil or even with the blame we can cut our lips on broken bottles but the bitterness will never go away. I was on time, but the guide was running late. I held their place in line, but they still never came. I can never decide, when the sun is shining, if I should sit in the shade of a tree. And I can never divine what the message is inside of what the sky is trying to share with me. Do fingernails float? Does it matter either way? Because when we’re all ghosts we can’t swim in the lake. I was on time, but bothered by the wait. So I stepped out of line, now that's where I'll stay.
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The Shine
02:46
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Take a picture of the sun and the sea. Try to forget the sand in your teeth. When the blanket’s dry and the sunburn is eased we'll look back fondly on the beach. Counting the seconds til we exit second place. Only gold is worth the wait. The vast sheen of an unseen debris or the brown on a leaf. The shine runs right through me like a dog off the leash. Eating the ashes from the floor of the fire pit. The flames once licked the heavens. Obsessed with mosquitoes in the dawn of a summer's eve. Can’t wait for winter to leave. Because every season brings a reason to cut the scene. Any memory wipes it clean. An envelope, no address penned. It doesn’t matter where the letter’s sent. Any place else seems a better bet. And when it’s gone I’m all regret. A flawed last scene to a flawless movie. Then’s the best, now’s the worst. The shine flies right through me like a bird off its perch.
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Buc
02:37
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I'm lighting a cigarette at your bedside. It's the ticket you picked that got you on this ride. And when the line ends and you get on, the smoke clears to reveal a real storm. And the pain persists so you're wishing to go. Am I ready for this? No. Throwing up in bed all over your clothes. How do I speak to a spirit in the sky? A yellow rose on the box that you're inside? I wouldn't say what I'm singing is a song, but a stick figure on a postcard now that you're gone. You were so fucking secretive you would hate these lines, but the goddamn morphine wiped you clean right before you could hear my last goodbye.
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It's So Tired
01:58
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Like a crease on a folded map there’s a line where there shouldn’t be. Makes as much sense as any path. Point A’s as pointless as B. An instinct. The sweat of a palm. The north and south are both gone. When your foot’s in the broken glass you take your time and step lightly. When the song slaps, you're having a blast, you don’t leave the party. Existing here is just location scouting for the breathtaking bummer. It's like laughing too loud at a joke you heard to prove you get it but not because it's funny. You can walk with a swollen calf, but don’t run on a busted knee. Your lips smile when you fake the laugh and you’re “being” when you’re being mean. But it’s so tired.
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Faith In Me
01:41
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I'd say it's a big mistake to doubt me. Don't doubt me. I'll sink much lower than this place. Undoubtedly. Undoubtably. I'd say you would be playing it safe to have faith in me. I will fall flat on my face. Faithfully. Not gracefully. I wouldn't know where the beach is if the sand was beneath my feet. I'd still be wondering when the waves came and swept me out to sea. I will never win the race. I can't even keep the pace. Place your bets on me. I won't even hit last place. I won't leave the starting gate. Have faith in me.
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The Cycle
02:54
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The cycle's starting again. Where's my spot on the plane? Should I hang from the wing? Leave comfortable spaces for calmer faces? Did I spring the trap? Did I start the tap? Sink the raft? No escaping. The flow's inundating. An incessant spinning comes with the night. These ceaseless circles sneaking on the flight. If I snake the drain, If I scrub all the stains will the train stay in station? Avoid agitation? You could count the laps. I've worn out the tracks and, in fact, it's unchanging, the trip I'm taking. An unrelenting, never-ending, incessant spinning comes with the night.
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What Gives
01:44
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What’s the point of even leaving the joint if you know you’ll get sucked back in? Why the plan to give the finger to the man if we’re still gonna bow to him? What’s the deal with saying how we feel when there’s nobody listening? What’s the point? What’s the deal? What’s the plan? What gives? “What did you say was the special for today and the very best wine pairing?” “Accepting this award I’d like to thank God, my family, and friends.” And “When I look into your big brown eyes...” "I still feel the emptiness." Love or hate. Shit or steak. Lose or win. What gives? Recent excitements aside. Former affections aside. Any ordinary idiot can keep the pace of precedent. Like any asshole in an undertow thinking “should I sink or swim?” But at the finish line or on the ocean floor the atoms all align just like they did before. It's dust, ash, or dirt. A weekend or work. A chorus or verse. A blessing or curse. It’s all just a wash in the end.
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Collar City
02:56
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I was born a race car tearing up the streets. My father had a loving heart, I hope that's passed down to me. I was born a shooting star in the sky like a streak. My mother has a wild heart, I hope that's passed on to me. There's a flood in the lawn, an imperfection in the dawn. Wondering what went wrong. I was born a crowbar smashing in your teeth. My sister has a patient, giving heart. Wish that rubbed off on me. The blood is in a bell jar and fickle like the breeze. This apple never fell too far from that part of the tree. The sky was burning last night. You should've seen the flames. The fire was such a gorgeous sight I prayed that it would never rain because I prefer the beauty of the blaze.
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Unanswered Night
02:47
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Couldn’t brush off the kind release, but shouldn't rush down another street. Wind up lost and choking on salvation I was swallowing. I feel the food in between her teeth. The whole bar cheered, the whole bar screamed. Or “Do you wanna dance with me on the couch, share some nicotine?” It’s hard to see it even with the light. Don’t overthink it, it’s a waste of time. Don’t waste good weather. Don’t waste cheap wine. An unanswered night, it should be a crime. But heaven help me I'm falling asleep.
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