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Overture
00:49
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Another year, another layer of me.
Remembering remembering, but not really actively.
Trapped in memories at night that feel just like TV,
and TV lied to me.
And it makes me realize
I haven't highfived someone in a really long time-
is that all life is gonna be?
Misreading the guarantees?
No chaperone, no hand to hold,
no one to blame when I'm a fading ghost...
I wanna play Miss Mary Mack,
I want to walk the streets at night,
I want to say my word aloud,
I want to sit and watch the clouds.
Just a summer wind,
just a little kid,
unsure what it is I'll be.
I guess that's your 20s.
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Adulting
02:53
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I think that I need a chaperone,
too big a world to be home alone.
Tell me what to, tell me what to do.
Too young to learn,
too old to go to school.
I've never even been to summer camo
(never been to summer camp),
and I can't draw an ampersand.
(can't form it with my childish hands)
Maybe I'll run away to Amsterdam
....I've never even been to summer camp.
I don't want to be the adult in my home,
I can't even order Chinese on the phone.
Guess I'll call the shots and see what hell it brings,
for now continue this fake adulting.
But I've never even been to summer camp.
(never been to summer camp)
I just wanna sit home and watch Space Jam,
(I mean how good it Space Jam?).
I get anxious when I have plans
(too anxious for any plans)
how'm I ever gonna make a stand?
I've never even been to summer camp.
How'm I ever gonna make a stand?
(Never been to summer camp) x3
Oh little playmate,
come out and play with me,
and bring your dollies three,
climb up my apple tree
Shout down my rain barrel,
slide down my cellar door,
and we'll be best of friends
forever more- 1, 2, 3 4!
We'll be best of friends
forever more- 1, 2, 3 4!
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3. |
Unseasonable
02:38
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The sidewalk is so hot I think that I might fry
and I'd stop this awful walk, but I'm afraid I'm ride or die.
The sun is overhead, but spring only lasts a day,
and the summer lasts as long as it takes to close your eyes and say:
"Oh the sun... I wish you'd go away."
I am unseasonable
I am unreasonable.
Shorts above the knee with too many covers on
in the fall.
I like the leaves in red but they are past their prime,
and I hear that ice and snow brings tricks and alibis.
I am not my best in one type of weather,
I am torn up pieces carefully glued together-
a collage, made of waxy feather.
I am unseasonable,
I am unreasonable.
Can't stick to a degree, sweat or freeze
no forecast could ever last.
I am unseasonable.
I am unreasonable.
I am unseasonable.
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I have been a little kid for longer than is physically possible
I have been alive for longer than feels physically possible
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6. |
Dandelion Heads & Mint
02:43
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My feet are too small for my footprints,
line my pockets with dandelion heads and mint,
to keep the bad away,
to find a way to stay.
What if I am a pilot
on a plane
that crashed ages ago?
What if I am a baby
left in the rain
with nowhere to go?
And nobody to hold me,
hold me close?
Nobody to sing me to sleep.
Nobody to pull me,
pull me close.
Nobody, nobody, nobody.
I'm dragging my feet trying to get to somewhere else,
I'm so afraid of running right into myself.
A creature rereleased,
a poor domestic beast.
A poor, domestic-
What if I am a guest room,
left waiting
in disuse?
What if I am a spirt
fighting fading,
never let loose?
(loose)
And nobody, nobody, nobody
(What if I? What if I?)
(Line my pockets with dandelion heads and mint)
(creature rereleased)
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7. |
Yr 20s
02:39
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At the tender age of 23
I sat there in my humdrumdry,
I sat there, sitting on my bed,
wondering if I'd ever see
the things I always wanted to see.
At the tender age of 23 x2
Does anybody have a map?
Does anybody else have a roadmap in their head?
Of all the places you want to go before you're dead?
Of all the things you want to feel?
Is it ever gonna be real?
If I could find a way to run far away,
if there was a way I could tear myself into tiny pieces-
each one with their own eyes to see,
each one with their own legs to run free..
If I x3
At the tender age of 23 x3
At the tender age of 23 I sat,
sitting in my room,
covered in the gloom,
the dust that settles when you're not doing what you want to do.
Sitting, trapped inside a cycle,
where you don't know where the end is to the circle.
At the tender age of 23 x2
ah, ah , ah, ah......
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8. |
Interlude
01:36
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9. |
What I'll Grow to Be
02:27
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If said words I didn't think I'd ever say,
and words for things I didn't think would go away,
but I am just an acorn, not yet a mighty tree.
I'm not even sure that's what I'll grow to be.
I've worn out shoes I didn't think would even fit,
I've broken glass and learned to cherish it,
and learned to dress the wound, and circumvent the curse.
Things could be better, but I'm glad they're not still worse.
Oh I am just an acorn, not yet a might tree,
I'm not even sure that's what I'll grow to be
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Cloudspotting
03:14
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Sunlight in our eyes but we'll be fine
as we watch the clouds pass by.
Taking shape in our shapeless minds,
as we watch the clouds pass by.
What do you see? (x3)
I see a house, and a home,
a place somewhere I could be,
I see open arms, reaching out,
reaching themselves right towards me.
(Watching as the clouds
pass by
Watching as the clouds
pass by)
I see wings trying to carry me away,
and heels dug into the mud
I see legs ready to move again
and the face of one too scared to try to run
Oh what do you see? (x3)
What do you see
What do you see
as the clouds pass by?
Wavering and waving hands,
my own deep in the grass,
the sky's turned purpled blue
the sun setting too fast
I don't want to say goodbye,
or tear my eyes away
from the things I can't stop seeing,
will you please just stay?
After all the clouds
pass by?
Watching as the clouds
pass by.
Watching as the stars come out
and distract our wandering minds;
Oh watching as the clouds
pass by.
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11. |
Time is Fake!
01:44
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Never thought that I would have
a degree, a job, or a card.
How was tiny teenage me
supposed to know I’d get this far?
You tell me I should plan ahead
but I would rather go to bed,
I can’t pretend I know what’s in store
for me.
There’s no guarantee
I’ll live past 23,
there’s no guarantee
I’ll live past 24.
I’d have to see to believe,
I’ve counted bad eggs before.
There’s no guarantee
I’ll live past 29,
there’s no guarantee
I’ll live past 31.
I want to pack my bags,
quit while I’m ahead and run.
There’s no guarantee!
Time is fake!
There’s no guarantee!
Time!
Is!
Fake!
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12. |
Passed/Past
03:01
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I’m afraid
I’m past
the best years
of my life and
I spent them
obsessing over the future.
I’m afraid
all the things
that I love
won’t ever last,
and I’ll waste away obsessing
over everything
that is unsure.
Oh I’m afraid I’m passed,
I’m afraid I’m past.
I’m afraid I’m past,
Oh, I’m afraid.
I’m afraid
I’ll never feel
the way I did
in college,
with my hands
in other hands,
feeling free.
Like the road
goes ever on
to somewhere wonderful,
to somewhere solid,
and that all of us
someday
we will belong.
Oh I’m afraid I’m passed,
I’m afraid I’m past.
I’m afraid I’m past,
I’m afraid
I’m passed.
I want to reclaim
the feeling.
I want to feel like
I’m not at an ending.
I want to reclaim
the way
I used to feel.
I want to feel free
I want to have breathing room.
I want to feel free
I want to have room to grow
I want to be free,
I wan to feel like I’m 17.
I want to be free
I want to have breathing room.
I want to be free
I want to have room to grow
I want to be free,
I wan to feel
like I am 23.
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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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