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Birth
02:26
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When I return to my birth,
My body spread out in the earth,
With fingers like roots on seed
Tears of my brothers watering me.
Will we float up into space
Bodies shot up on a vertical interstate.
Could we still stop for a snack,
On cosmic highways
Gas station off ramps.
So take all the time that you want.
A whiskey with Jon in the fall
So break my false sense of control,
Because there’s nothing we have here to hold.
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2. |
The Numbers
03:39
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Cashing out at the 24 hour
but I’m losing count
Of nights I’ve spent like these.
When Ali asks “what’s up Kevin, how you doing”
Buddy, I’m fine.
Take my drink and sip it under your neon sign.
But no future endeavor,
Will ever be enough to answer.
No good introspection.
Can tell me why -
I’ve got time but I can’t tell
If I use and wear it well.
Am I just an ocean in the sun?
High on the crest of a busy drug.
When I’m still writing songs people can feel
Most of the time it feels surreal.
But some nights the white whale gets to me.
Forget that I'm living someone’s dream.
When I get lost in the numbers, again.
(When I get lost in the numbers)
My good friend, I’m finding
There’s just no method to timing.
That can say or equate
This random wave that we’re riding.
No countdown, no scoreboard
No bottom line to account for -
In a myriad of figures and unending lines.
When I’ve got time but I can’t tell
If I use and wear it well.
Am I just an ocean in the sun?
Bound to burn out on a busy drug.
Do you just want some joy that you can’t fake
A piece left of you on a piece of cake
Wait by the door to get your cut
Cause something’s just not adding up
When I get lost in the numbers again.
When I get lost in the numbers, man.
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3. |
Miracle
03:59
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Walking on the city concrete,
I fall into a vision on Front Street
And I see it all in dismal imagery
Sounds and the sights as they hang on over me.
And the faces of all the pedestrians
The strangers I pass that look like friends
There’s a number all allotted to them
Oh the time we have on this rock well spent -
Is it a miracle?
That we’re all around.
In a world so spherical.
That we’re not left here and now.
Now I'm standing at the edge of the ocean.
Heart heavy in the town I grew up in.
And my fears are drowned in the fading blue,
I’m out on the shore reaching out to you.
And right there on the water it hits me,
For every ounce of suffering and mystery,
There’s a child that’s born in a hospital.
A flower that blooms in the freezing cold -
And it’s a miracle,
Of cosmic chance
A goddamn miracle
Held by the hands of no master plan.
In all the highs, and all the lows
The mystery that consumes us whole,
There isn’t a single thing we know
It’s a fucked up show
It’s a Miracle.
But I can’t just let time pass me by
With an aching heart for an alibi
Help me learn to love the air I breathe
The light in the eyes of the irony.
because all in all I have it all
When all I am is a miracle.
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4. |
Heal My Head
03:19
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Won’t you water it well,
A suffering seed.
Neurological loop,
Left on repeat.
You’re gonna burn out.
You’re gonna burn out.
Where did the year go,
It feels like a blur.
Is there a star in the sky
to show all the herd.
We’re gonna find out.
We’re gonna find out.
Take my worn out sense,
Make it new again.
I think I’ve lost myself.
Can you heal my head?
I can’t fill this whole
with material
All I’ve done and said -
Someone heal my head.
What a dollar gave me
With the sweat of my work
When the lights go out
What is it worth?
I’ve got a full account
But I've got no time now.
Take my worn out sense,
Make it new again.
I think I’ve lost myself.
Can you heal my head?
I can’t fill this hole
with material
All I’ve done and said -
Someone heal my head.
Heal my head. Heal my head. Heal my
There’s a knock on the door of my wavering troubled consciousness
And it’s hard to ignore as the weather gets better outside
Sure the blooming of spring brings a brand new sense of accomplishment
Another year around the sun
What’s the good if it doesn’t feel right?
So take this blurred out seed
Of insecurity
Because I can’t feel myself
Oh god, heal my hell.
When I can’t fill this need
With opportunity
when it all feels fucked again.
Oh god, heal my head.
Heal my head
Heal my head
Heal my head.
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5. |
Vampire Smile
03:58
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Do you feel
like time’s speeding up
You can’t find the love
you once had to give.
But hold on
Like a light in the morning that wakes without warning
It’ll find you again.
Do you feel
all messed up inside
can’t face what you’ve done.
A touch in the night.
In the eyes
of a campfire smile.
The shame that you feel
It’s all gonna heal.
Light in my eyes
where I found your pack
your Marlboro stash
But you know, I don’t mind
We’ve all got our share
of story to bear &
A smile to hide.
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6. |
Your Favorite Jacket
04:20
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Wait for the sunshine,
Wait for the ice to melt,
It’s been a long one,
And this hibernation feels like hell.
So give me a feel good.
Give me the days that last ‘til 8.
Think I’ll feel better
In warmer ways.
But don’t tell the carnivores
We’re caught outside
With our hearts wide open.
Stuck to the seat on a 16 hour drive,
But I’m still hoping.
That all my love is true and it’s not lost on you,
left in the catacombs.
With a hand on my heart and a part of me
Drowning in a palindrome.
Because when I got it blue,
Yeah it blinds everything,
With a chemical shade of rust
Until I’m done placing all of my peace
On the measure of two pressure fronts.
Wait for the cool down,
Wait for the autumn drives
Your favorite jacket
Pulled from subconscious shelves inside
A chilly morning
To cool our overheated summer heads
Wait for the snowfall
Until we wish it all away again
And again it’s the skin we hide behind
In our guarding garments
But the thrill of the heat is the only thing inside
Keeping me honest
If all my love is true and it’s not lost on you,
left in the catacombs.
With a hand on my heart and a part of me
Drowning in a palindrome.
Because when I got it blue,
Yeah it blinds everything,
With a chemical shade of rust
Until I’m done placing all of my peace
On the measure of two pressure fronts.
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7. |
Back & Forth
03:56
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Eyes on the wall,
And in a deep stare it takes me back into those cavernous falls,
Of fire and ice, with the snow filled gem on the path
That we found there by surprise.
A man on a black sand beach
And he rubs my eyes with tectonic dirt
But I’m still caught up in my fixation
Of things I think I’ll never deserve.
When part of my head just wants the fire,
Part of my head just needs some warmth,
And why do I keep these weird desires,
Pulling my conscience back and forth?
Will I spend my whole life,
In the indecision -
My mind always stuck on the other side?
Pacing my steps now I’m going nowhere
Throw up my thoughts to the power lines -
They’re falling back and forth.
Eyes on the floor,
And in a deep stare it takes me back into a scene I adore,
Paris in spring;
With the hotel soap in my eyes, I scrubbed it off as I sang:
“How do I beat this, how do I win?” As you came up by the stairs.
You said that melody makes you cry, there’s no use in the amount you prepare.
When part of my head just wants the fire,
Part of my head just needs some warmth,
Why do I keep these weird desires,
Pulling my conscience back and forth
Will I spend my whole life,
In the indecision,
My mind always stuck on a better time -
Pacing my steps now I’m going nowhere.
The hourglass shaking inside my mind,
It’s going back and forth.
It’s going back and forth.
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8. |
Warning Signs
04:15
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Take all the time that you want.
I’ll be right here.
Your stoic sense of relief.
For the heavy years.
And when it all comes undone.
We’ll pull into place.
But your love as much as it feels
Like a fortress, dear.
Can’t help shaking the sense,
It’s a souvenir.
I’ll soon be left to recall,
In fondness and pain.
Because it all has a time and place.
And we all got that figure to face.
Warning signs and it’s spelt out in red.
Maybe I’m better off in the dread.
Maybe I’m better off in the dread.
Hang on, you’re coming too close
To a burning room.
And I love you too much, to see you consumed.
So please excuse me if I
Seem distant these days.
Sure you see kindness and peace,
But you should know.
There’s something deep underneath,
I don’t always show.
And on the loneliest nights,
It comes out to say:
That it all has a time and a place.
And we all got that figurative face.
Warning signs and it’s spelt out in red.
Maybe I'm better off in the dread.
But this won’t be the end to my truth.
At the edge of my mind on a noose.
When this tattoo was a symbol in jest.
But now it’s coming alive in my head -
That maybe I’m better off in the dread.
Maybe I’m better off in the dread.
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9. |
Ceiling
02:37
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Can you be my ceiling?
The shape that holds me back.
Cuz lately I’ve been feeling
There’s nothing to keep my thoughts intact.
And can you be that fire?
That burns through all the years
Safe from that desire.
That pulls on curious fear
That we’re missing out on -
Someone new to taste and see
To ride the high of novelty.
Patient on a promise ring
Fingers crossed the years will keep.
A hand out on the ocean
That counts the lovers lost.
To frail but good intention
Of apathetic cost
Can you be that slow burn?
Kids out on the beach.
Of idle days in summer.
Forever seen in me.
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10. |
Carousel
04:16
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There’s a pill that you take
When you feel lost and low.
It’s the hit of a love,
Little drug of control.
And it spins all your sense,
Right into the cold ground.
And you head for the hills
Stick your thumb right into your mouth.
It’s been a long time coming for you.
It’s been a long night running from truth.
Take a good hard look at yourself
On the carousel.
I got cake
I got sweets
I got all you can eat
But what a feast for a thief
And three courses just for a coward's dream.
But I’m back on my stomach
Hold you close, Hold you from it.
Little sword in my side
I got nothing to hide
(I’m lying)
A long time coming for you
It’s been a long night running from truth.
Take a good hard look at yourself
On the carousel
Cut my corners clean
Give me dopamine
Cut my corners clean
Give me dopamine
It’s been a long time coming for you
It’s been a long night running from truth.
Take a good hard look at yourself
On the carousel
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11. |
The Days
04:03
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When I wake up from this dream
Who will be there?
When I finally find the words
Who will call?
When I fill my time inside a machine
Will I find it at all?
When I wake up from this dream
Who will know me?
Will I know then
What to do with all this shame?
So light a candle for the years anyway
But I can’t feel the days.
(Pass anymore)
See me in the light beside the bed I was born.
Air through my ventricles.
A mistake or a miracle.
And honest I’ll be fine if it were true either way.
If I could just feel the days.
Casa Nova’s looking good and now she’s famous.
She’s got that carelessness that only looks can buy
And in a room filled with vague accolades,
She can’t feel the days.
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12. |
6:26
01:21
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