1. |
With Kid Gloves
03:04
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Shake
off the straight lines
we had a hard time
letting go
No-
body cares if
the timing is perfect
if you’re staring low
Off with kid gloves
out with old blood
there’s nothing bound
inside this sound
Off with kid gloves
out with old blood
there’s nothing bound
inside this sound
I’m tired
of the thin smiles
I’m not a frail child
and I’m not afraid
And if this
is all gonna burn down
then lets burn it right now
come on lets go
Off with kid gloves
out with old blood
there’s nothing bound
inside this sound
Off with kid gloves
out with old blood
there’s nothing bound
inside this sound
Your ghost is dead
Long live your ghost
Your ghost is dead
Long live your ghost
Off with kid gloves
out with old blood
there’s nothing bound
inside this sound
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2. |
Strange Maps
04:19
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You take a left, and then a right, and then you
Explore the pathway on your right, unless you
Want to go walking through the dark, and find your
Self at the bottom of a dark bomb crater
If no one’s chasing you
It ain’t so bad to do
Every single moment of your life
In lines
It’s all mapped out
The colours and spaces and
The people and the places and the
Things that you can’t find
They’re right behind the things you can’t hide
They’re getting older every day, and yet they
Still all line up the same old way, as if they
Now how to sit, now how to play, and then they
Take up their places as a generation
They won’t keep in touch
But they don’t need too much
Every single moment of their lives
In lines
It’s all mapped out
The colours and spaces and
The people and the places and the
Things that you can’t find
They’re right behind the things you can’t hide
It’s so far out
The channels and the bends
They don’t make a bit of sense
But the things that you can find
They’re right behind the things you can’t hide
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3. |
10x20 Gardens
05:05
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10 by 20 gardens,
like moats for small row houses.
They must all be guilded
underneath their shutters.
Maybe we could live like
all these above average islands.
But my heart doesn’t bleed quite
as well as it makes grudges.
Find
Yourself
A Place
to call your own
Motorcades and protests.
Confused tourists stopped left
on broken escalators.
It’s petty but
I mind it
Color coded patrons
organized in quadrants
with silent lines to make them
stay where the lightest shades
feel safest
Find
Yourself
A Place
to call your own
Find
Yourself
A Place
to call your own.
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4. |
Falling Awake
03:52
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Wan tan smile
Too too tired
Free for life
For a while
Living and learning and
Tossing and turning and
Crashing and burning again
Falling awake when you
Grind and you ache and you’ll
Break if you make yourself bend
Daylight is painful like
Nightime is shameful and
Oh, when will you sleep again?
Nothing to do but be kind and be true
And be blind and be blue and be
Grateful that you’ll breathe again
Fife and drum
Sick so long
Severed thumb
Hate’s too strong
Living and learning and
Tossing and turning and
Crashing and burning again
Falling awake when you
Grind and you ache and you’ll
Break if you make yourself bend
Daylight is painful like
Nightime is shameful and
Oh, when will you sleep again?
You’re damned if you do...
Sometimes I think,
“You’ve got cars, and
I’ve got bones and skin,
Make it stop and
Make a run and
Maybe we’ll both win"
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5. |
A Thousand Plans
04:45
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I don’t have time to be
waiting on misery
to fall
I’ve still got battery
and my heads not rolling on
the floor
It’s not so bad
if you’ve got time now
you still had time then
didn’t you
didn’t you
But I still slip away
Lost my place too soon
In airports and picture frames
I’m just gone, I’m just gone, I’m just gone
Remember to reconnect
speaking in dialect approved
Suss out the small degrees
there’s no time to shoot the breeze today
It’s not so bad
The places we lost ground
The blood that we tied down
Wouldn’t you?
Wouldn’t you?
But I still slip away
Lost my place too soon
In airports and picture frames
I’m just gone, I’m just gone, I’m just gone
Modern men
Fall apart
A thousand plans
You’ll never start
You’re a modern man
You can’t fall apart
You’ve got all these plans
All is takes is start
But I still slip away
Lost my place too soon
In airports and picture frames
I’m just gone, I’m just gone, I’m just gone
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6. |
The Spaces Between
05:08
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The spaces between the things that I love
Are where I go to find my love
The spaces between the things that I love
Are where I go to be alone
The secrets I keep from people I love
Are where I go to find my love
The secrets I keep from people I love
Are where I go to find my love
All the dust I’m making
All the plans half baking now
The lines across my face
All the songs half written
All the nails half bitten now
Have brought me to this place
It’s me and love
Just me and love
The questions I ask of people I love
Are where I go to find my love
The questions I ask of people I love
Are where I go to be alone
All the dust I’m making
All the plans half baking now
The lines across my face
All the songs half written
All the nails half bitten now
Have brought me to this place
All the things I’m minding
All the fears and tears and doubts
The patterns leave a trace
All the tales I’m winding
All the swings and roundabouts
Have brought me to this place
It’s me and love
Just me and love
All the dust I’m making
All the plans half baking now
The lines across my face
All the songs half written
All the nails half bitten now
Have brought me to this place
It’s me and love
Just me and love
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7. |
Poorer, Lonelier
02:41
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Once upon a time
You were on a path
You knew to put some by
Knew to make it last
Now barely scraping by
Ends will never meet
You’re tapping on your eyes
Must say on your feet
Malgré la fatigue
Que je sens dans mon corps
Je m’aime comme je suis
Et moi, je suis ok
Crippled now, and cold
Creaking in the frost
You’re barely ever bold
There’s too much to be lost
There’s no point now to cry
Your need will go unmet
But there’s a mantra to recite
Your work’s not over yet
Malgré la fatigue
Que je sens dans mon corps
Je m’aime comme je suis
Et moi, je suis ok
Who’s a baby boomer?
We’re the baby boomers!
Who’s a baby boomer?
We’re the baby boomers!
Now who’s a late bloomer?
Well you’re the late bloomers!
Who’s a late bloomer?
Well you’re the late bloomers!
Now what about your future?
What you going to school with?
What about your future?
What you going to school with?
And what you going to cook with?
Who you going to spoon with?
What you going to cook with?
And who you going to spoon with?
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8. |
Years and Years
07:02
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Do you remember when,
this was just a slow spin
Around the sun?
And how did my eyes sink
so far below
my skin again?
I’m sorry
That it’s melting
We tried everything except
For all the good ideas
I would sleep more
If my dreams weren’t all the same.
Always naked
chasing down a man with
my own face.
If I got you,
I still got something now.
If I hold you
I can think of nothing too bad for a while.
If we’re screaming
at the blow-outs on TV,
then we’re screaming, together
and that’s something
To me.
There’s that moment
Just awake but not aware
And you’re there and I forget
If only just for a second
I would speak more
If my words weren't always late
It takes time to learn
The lines and where they
Bend and break
If I got you,
I still got something now.
If I hold you,
I can think of nothing too bad for a while.
If we’re screaming
at the blowouts on TV,
then we’re screaming together,
and thats something
to me.
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East Ghost Washington D.C., D.C.
Themes of distance, distortion, and a loss of connection with the people around us pervades much of their material; songs that reflect the feeling that we are surrounded yet separated, living a temporal, ghostly existence.
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