1. |
Prelude
00:26
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2. |
Y/O/U
01:52
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Now it's just me
and "you" is a three letter fantasy
I carve in notebooks for all to see-
but now it's only me.
I sit here all bone,
in all ways overgrown.
Thought I saw shadows behind my eyes,
but there was nothing by my side.
Making up the reasons I should care,
I read between the lines
forgetting there's a reason that they're there.
I read between the lines.
I read between the lines.
I cluck and squint my eyes,
oh I read between the lines. x2
Now it's just me
and "you" is a three letter fantasy.
At least I stopped writing poetry
about our magical mysteries.
So I close my eyes (my eyes)
there's more interesting things behind the lids.
I tell myself nothing's hid
so I won't read between the lines.
CHORUS x3
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3. |
Powerline Camping
01:44
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The world has got me sitting on my knees.
A thousand arms are pushing me out trees.
And the world, it just keeps saying:
"Try and you'll succeed"
but I know, it isn't so.
I am digging myself a hole I can't get out of.
I am flying so far away I cannot breathe.
I don't know if I'll ever be okay again.
I am not the flag, I am the breeze.
My neck is sitting firmly on my heart.
The grass it grows in empires then parts.
My head is far too empty,
my room is far to dark.
It just shows, there's nowhere to go...
So.
I am digging myself a hole I can't get out of.
I am flying so far away I cannot breathe.
I don't know if I'll ever be okay again.
I am not the flag, I am the breeze.
I am not the flag
(Let's go powerline, powerline camping)
I am not the flag
(Wanna go powerline, powerline camping?)
I am not the flag
(Let's go powerline, powerline camping)
I am not the flag, I am the...
(I am not the flag, I am the)
I am not the flag, I am the breeze.
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4. |
Vanilla Fog
02:15
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It's just me and my dog
insulated in vanilla fog.
I want to open my head
but I can't blink, not yet.
I need to hold my ground a little longer,
radiate my sadness a little stronger.
Soft but not softening,
beckoning and cautioning,
my lights flicker too often and
I'm just an outline.
And that's alright.
Yeah, I'm alright.
It's just me and the air,
feel like I could be anywhere.
My bones feels like
gold cracked vases.
My plans have too many pauses.
(I keep pulling at strings I am too afraid to cut...)
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5. |
holy
02:23
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It's not that I want to keep singing about you.
It's just... these days, there's little else I want to do.
I wanna be a tree
be a branch for you
to rest
your head on.
I wanna be the grass,
full of sun,
and somewhere for you
to run.
I wanna be
all the salt in the sea.
Fly with the birds.
I want to be
the one to keep you safe,
and fine,
keep the light in
both our eyes.
I feel your voice
beside me.
You're the "and"
and I'm the "only".
I'll keep you safe
while you hold me.
Oh, I will keep you
holy.
I think of you while
you think of me,
neverending
hypocrisy.
I think of you while
you think of me,
neverending harmony.
I will keep you holy.
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6. |
Interlude
01:18
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7. |
Tired Eyes
01:55
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What should it matter if I can't write a ditty?
All my friends tell me I'm pretty.
I've got hands that love to move.
I've got a voice that's ready to soothe.
There's a whole world I'd love to walk through
there's a whole world I'd love to talk to.
I've got a lot I'm ready to say-
to walk and see and create.
I've got a body
I'll deal with it.
I've got a mind
I'll heal with it.
I've got time
I'll steal it.
Can't stop to take a break.
I'm too awake to fear the sun,
I feel too much to go numb,
there's time to burn before I'm done
I've got a myth to make.
What should it matter if I can't sleep at night?
That just means I'm burning too bright.
'Cause all my idols' got tired eyes,
and we make music to survive.
It's okay if I can't find the words,
there's a whole world to be overheard.
I love to hear whispers on a blue day
the silence awkwardness creates.
We'll close our eyes and our eyes
we'll pretend that we're not here.
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8. |
Teeth
01:58
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Red clouds and cobble stones
the feeling that you are alone.
Heavy words, with undertones...
Do I sing? Do I moan?
The world is quiet 3 floors up
and I can't seem to get enough.
There is quiet, but no peace.
Empty rooms, busy streets.
I want to go back
to feeling unique,
but not so far that I'm
afraid to smile with my teeth.
Oh it's not you
I love the least,
it's the things
you can't help but be...
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9. |
Listen for Me?
01:57
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I don't know what's waiting at the
top of the stairs and
I don't think I know what's
waiting below,.
I'm worried about the stars, the sky, this
growing lack of air, I'm
worried I'm asking for answers
I don't really want to know.
And arm's reach doesn't feel the way
it used to feel.
Talking it getting
harder and harder to think of as real.
I've gotten used to climbing,
I'm not prepared for finding
a sudden escape from a
liminal space.
I've gotten used to climbing,
I'm not prepared for finding
a sudden escape from a
liminal space.
Listen for me?
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10. |
Backseat
01:49
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This could be fun,
but my mind is elsewhere.
I can never stay in one place if I try.
I wanna go home
and wash my hair,
listen to sad songs
mixed with water droplets and tile.
You've got this look
like you'll last forever.
I can never feel that way if I try
(I've tried.)
I bet you're fine
in any kind of weather.
Sorry, I don't
mean to pry...
I wanna lay down
outside with no lights on
and not have to worry about
the things that want to climb inside my mouth.
I wanna head south
and west and north and east
up and down.
I wanna get under the wind.
I wanna get out of my skin.
Out of sight and
out of mind.
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11. |
Wind Room Trauma
02:07
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I like to watch from the distance to see
how close I can be
before I lose interest.
It always
comes as a surprise
I flee before I see
the whites of their eyes.
I'm watching
chalk outlines;
I'm watching
snowball fights-
I want to
be there to find out
if they know they're someone.
It's just
another climb
I'm waiting
by the sidelines
I don't
want to find out
they're another someone.
I like it
better as a chase.
Watching for
footsteps
I crept
past the window of your place.
I only
wanted to know if the
light's on
then I'm gone
without
a
trace.
'Cause I don't wanna
know your name,
it'll never feel the same
if it turns out
you're another someone.
It's just a
stupid game.
Don't worry,
there's no gain.
'Cause it all
ends the same way-
you're another
someone.
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Yo! the Moon Potsdam, New York
Just a star in Orion's belt reincarnated as a small bug living in a birch tree currently having a strange dream about being
a 23 year old college grad pretending to play banjo and other noises.
What am I doing with my life? Honestly, my best
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