1. |
Daydreams.
01:19
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Does it seem like
I got it figured out
in my nights to nowhere
I feel like a machine
why is that a bad thing?
and I lost the remote to the TV
again
fade into the next day
I'm in need of a change
Sometimes I think
I'd be better out of here
away from this
dumpster dive version of me
I'll take my daydreams
And I will leave with everything I came with
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2. |
Sulphured Soul.
03:11
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Tracing the same mistakes
Oh, what a cliche I am
and always have been
get me out of this place that
buried me in concrete
and glass
and everything in between
It feels unnatural
counterfactual
to everything I truly believe
so, Burn me with my Sulphured soul
this city holds me in amber
I feel stretched from coast to coast
Hell can have me for all i care
So tired of my own
cyclical routines
that have taken so many days
cuffs collars, tartan ties,
The clicking keyboards that tick away all my time
It's all perpetual,
feels supernatural
I miss my childish idiosyncrasies
so, Burn me with my Sulphured soul
this city holds me in amber
I feel stretched from coast to coast
Hell can have me for all i care
Let me grow old in the middle of elsewhere
This place has drained the year right out of me
I kick myself away from the table
put my coat on blend into the evening
of crimson horizons, the sea of brake lights
Tomorrows festivities can wait another tomorrow
and when I finally get home
I think I'll sleep in.
I've been human equivalent
of sleeping with lights on
leaving the taps on
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3. |
Breathe Weird.
03:51
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So I take my feet to bitumen
at 11am
I'm usually never up this early
I wander past the glass buildings
the smell of lunch is on the air
there is music in the streets
and I feel self-conscious
watch the balloons float away
that crowd looks surrounding
I hope they don't notice me
I hope they don't notice anything
Do I breathe weird?
So I'll leave this place to eternity
punch my ticket in
i always felt a little out of the water
but never let it get to me
I'll craft a new life amongst the conifers
lose track of the 9 to 5.
survive somewhere I can shape myself
Because here I feel unoriginal
Watch the ribbons sail away
my folly is astounding
I hope they don't notice me
I hope they don't notice anything
Do I breathe weird?
Disillusioned by the negative
I could do without this place
every word creeps back in to my head
"So, do I need any of these people anyway."
Do I breathe Weird?
Throw up a home amongst red woods
transform from grey to green
a place where no one will find me
I'll know peace
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4. |
Midnight Sunshine.
03:41
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heading out last, finally left that place
Headlights break apart in the water in the air
Wearing your plaid jacket holding a thermos containing instant coffee
you reflect on the yesterdays where your mind holds you
and it all echos around you
"Should I close my eyes this time, wake up to see the other side"
cold air crystalise the air you breathe
you are your reflection, you believe it's all temporary
you feel like the midnight sunshine
everything is impossible
You are the mid-day moonlight
You are the midnight sunshine
radio breaks you from your trance
As does the sound of the windshield shattering
motion slows to a crawl
as you fly over the safety railing
cold air crystalise the air you breathe
you are your reflection, Do you believe this is temporary?
You feel like the mid-day moonlight
everything is impossible
You are the mid-day moonlight
you are the midnight sunshine
brake, freak, flip, repeat
you hear the siren sound but no else is calling
crawl from a wreckage or two
the ones you've made and the ones you're going to
when the reaper arrives, kick and scream
"if I'm going down you're coming with me!"
stand up walk to the road a stranger asks if you're alright
You said "it's just a scratch, you don't need to worry about that"
cold air crystalise the air you breathe
who cares if it is temporary?
you feel the late-night sunrise
you feel like the mid-day moonlight
you feel like bright-day starlight
you feel like midnight sunshine
You are the late night sunrise
you are the mid-day moonlight
you are the bright-day starlight
you are the midnight sunshine
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5. |
Welcome Winter Days.
03:44
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I'll walk the rest of the way
It's just some scrapes and bruises
passed the wind-farms and blue-collar motorcades
I'll stop at the motels
Whenever I need a rest
down by cypress and honeydew estate
tomorrow seemed far away
now it seems comforting
Pass by the abandoned bloodhound sanctuary
Through plantations of olive trees
citrus fruit and chia seeds
over the banks of newly frozen distributary streams
I Welcome winter days
Salted streets & grounded feet
I Welcome winter days
I Welcome winter
Days
Haven't seen a wolf in weeks
but the milkweeds have been flowering
in the butterfly gardens in the twilight of small towns
Rise from the resin I was in
to survey a few forest clearings
it snows in the alpine groves where I hope to live
and I Welcome winter days
Salted streets & grounded feet
I Welcome winter days
I Welcome winter
Days
it snows in the alpine groves where I hope to live
it snows in the alpine groves where I hope to live
The trees with bronzing leaves left with the season shift
it snows in the alpine groves where I hope to live
I Welcome winter days
Salted streets & grounded feet
I Welcome winter days
I Welcome winter
Days
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6. |
Felling Axe.
02:15
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Wake to green,
I've seen my fair share of the scenery.
Walk a new path, it looks like I’ve been here before
why do I feel the same way?
Log lodge in the meadow,
wild flowers and a fluid filled head.
it resonates the same
"Have you found greatness yet"
Have you found greatness yet?
No, you're too busy inside your head
Have you found greatness yet?
No, you're worried about what will happen instead
Petalled carpet by the vineyard,
hunters’ cabin in the clearing,
lakes have thawed a hum in the air
signals the arrival of the bees
where the woodcutters all sound the same
"Kid have you found greatness yet?"
Felling axe!
I’m stuck in a tide of timber
chiselled my own antlers down
rest my head in a pillow of pollen
was it me or this place?
guess the answers always the same
I lie down with the scenery
I chipped away at the best parts of me.
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7. |
Foxes.
03:18
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Fox fire
on the lichen covered sides
of the bark in the dark
that illuminate my way home
i'll etch the way back into the stones
Hawk eyes
survey the scene
the ferns that brush against trees and me.
is this all there is to life?
always unsatisfied
tied to the places I put myself
Caught by the rye
What would they think of me?
Foxes
all of them forever foraging
While I wait for moss to cover me
ravens
nest in hollows near the creek
I just want to feel like I belong here
Is it just a matter of time?
always unsatisfied
fighting for places I put myself
Caught by the rye
What would they think of me?
is it a murmur or a heart beat?
while the roots wrap around me
Sunk into the same sap I was in
cut my way out of this grain
claw my way back from the grave
I've always been so ungrateful
What would they think of me?
is it just a matter of time
always unsatisfied
trying to find where I put myself
Caught by the rye
Is it just a matter of time
always unsatisfied
trying to find where I put myself
Caught by the rye
What would they think of me?
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8. |
Sawdust.
02:38
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You can slow down
take it from me
the other side is just as green
Just as dry and just as mean
From blaze highways casino
and the train cart pilgrims
Does that sound familiar
Does it sound like you've been there?
running though the years
to barely seen a thing
Well there is no secret
to hold on to the moment
we're Sawdust and seeds
So, take it from me
it's not just the places
but it is who we've been
City lights to the forest life
mine was pearl farm to country side
I respect the world of neon
but I prefer the fireflies
I know it sounds insensitive
to people with our temperament but
There is no secret
to hold on to the moment
We're Sawdust and seeds
So, take it from me
it's not just the places
but it is who we've been
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9. |
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Open eyes by the rail road
up by oak avenue
it's time I made my way back to the woods
should've known by the way I breathe
it wasn't the places it was just me
I love the way the seasons bleed
I love the spring rain
I love the summer shade
In the valley of
Nightshade and aconite
I think
I'm the only poison I need
With overgrown statues
of men that thought they were great
they are all engraved the same
"Heaven held a fire to the phoenix"
I'm where the wind combines
the smell of rot and the pristine
pine needles and morning fog
are the only embrace I need
I love the way the colours change
love the way the seasons bleed
In the valley of
Nightshade and aconite
I see
The blossoming of others rage
how we decay at the same pace
and carved into their hemlock graves
"Heaven held a fire to the phoenix"
I'm where the mountains part
guiding rivers for centuries
Somewhere between where I failed my body
and where my body will fail me
I love the way the colours change
love the way the seasons bleed
In the valley of
Nightshade and aconite
I dream
Elsewhere amongst the reeds
Somewhere between the peaks
Heaven never held a fire to the phoenix
I love the way the colours change
the spring rain and summer shade
I love the way the seasons bleed
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10. |
Between the Peaks.
03:20
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carve stones,
cut down trees
use the river for my laundry
The precious, the pines and me
is this where I want to be?
I don't know
much at all.
try to find me
between the peaks
air feels a little brisk
seen a few more wolves these days
every morning and the rolling mist
There isn't a thing i'd change
I don't know
much at all.
try and find me
between the peaks
Light breaks through the canopy
The sequoias, the sunshine and me
Red lilies, evening moths,
summer crickets I never caught
Deer at dawn, honeyed eyes,
The waters the colour of malachite
and I'm no longer flustering
But I still have the same daydreams
I don't know
much at all.
try and find me
between the peaks
Silk worms, maple trees
bear cubs and fluorescent fungi
I am sawdust, I am seeds
greatness is not the thing I need
I don't know
much at all.
try and find me
between the peaks
Finally satisfied
I will leave with everything I came with.
Do I still breathe weird?
am I out of the amber?
There's snow on the alpines reflected by the mid-day moonlight
There's snow on the alpines reflected by the midnight sunshine
I love the way the seasons bleed
Somewhere between the peaks.
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