1. |
Bounce
05:32
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A steady hand can hardly stand
to waiver from its course, so slightly
I do believe in symmetry, but it's hard to see
when we're living so awkwardly
Our love grew slow like coral reefs
beneath the mellow waves of a warming ocean
And left behind the static lines of home
to design a new horizon
If I'm impolite, it's not a trend
but just a way to bend these new anxieties.
The privilege of compromise
has risen to the cause of possibility
An iceberg slowly melting in the gulf-stream
sends a letter to its lover
I'll soon return a hurricane
and blow away your doubtful reservations.
Wayoway I'm a little bit slow
when the mind falls out
theres nothing left but the echo
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2. |
Francisco
05:13
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Hey, Capricorn's washed out today,
In rivers of blood and I hope,
Your head is blinded by snow
And cities of gold,
Hide hide hide hide
Your head into the sun
We're already done
And I hope
Your head is blinded by snow
And long long
Roads
Mark seven international
Count pennies just to pay for your love
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3. |
Mean Sun
04:39
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The open water took him gently
From our lines
We tried to make the waves an offer
They declined
You slur and spit like you've been drinking
On my dime.
Looks like someone has opened a trap door
In your mind.
Know when to rise and fall.
We're coming back for more.
Follow the Northern squall,
To empty shelves where they don't call.
Look how mean the sun can shine
When the sailors on the bay have lost their minds
Black out wasted all the time
Trading trolling nets for welfare cheques and wine
This isolation makes me antsy
My love.
I tried again, but you won't answer
Last call
The dream of going for a long swim
Is so close
Know when to rise and fall
We're coming back for more
Follow the Northern squall
To empty shelves where they don't call
Look how mean the sun can shine
When the sailors on the bay have lost their minds
Black out wasted all the time
Trading trolling nets for welfare cheques and wine
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4. |
Fossil
04:08
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No more idle sleeping at the switch
Couldn't hear the voices of
Old dogs howling secrets to the wind
Here's my cold admission
I'm not a violent man
Take the lines I wrote for you
Unwrap them from my hands
Promise to the chosen few
You will not suffer long
No one's on the river tonight
We headed on
To the light
The devil never had a hand in this song
Folly of a soldier swayed
Charging of a light brigade
What glories fade away
In your silent summons,
is there someone there?
Approach with caution
Find a figure painted on a chair
With shaky hands and shotgun nerves
Your eloquence a fossil gone
Beam me above, help me over
It's unsensational
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5. |
The Grove
05:14
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We used to trace our names in the bright white sand
And crawl into the jungle on our knees and hands
We settled at the edge of a coral tongue
Summoned by the pulse of a warm steel drum
With the lights of Miami in distant view
Easy money came quick and caught up to you
You used to run around with the bright white swan,
But now my better instinct tells me that she's long gone
Gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
When your locks got picked it was on the news
The shadows of confession made your features seem older, bolder
And you searched in vain for your marvelled swan
You're calling out her name, but she's long long gone
Gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
Take a look at my face
Take a look at my hands
On account of the charge
I'm a shell of a man
Did you think they would rescue you?
Pull you out of the cage and put you back on the catamaran
Hey man
Take away the facade
The collection of cars
On account of the charge
I'm a helluva man
Did you think they would come for you
Pull you out of the cage
And put you back on the catamaran
Hey man, hey man
Take a look at my life
Take a look at my kids
On account of the charge
I'm a shell of a man
Did you think they would come for you
Pull you out of the cage
And put you back on the catamaran
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6. |
Moonwalker
05:20
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I listen to the countdown
slowly getting further
slowly getting further away
And I can feel the moment
slowly getting closer
slowly getting closer now
And my work will not be done
'till I return
The shadows to the sun
Moonwalker
Leaving footprints in the grey dust
I contemplate the moment
I wonder if I might be cursed
This night or blessed
And I imagine that she's sleeping
Far away and softly breathing
As the light pours down
from the curtains onto her skin
Then into sacred rivers fall
and from the minarets they call
Moonwalker
Not the same man,
There on the ground,
Fighting gravity is only bringing me down
So I think I'm gonna stay here
You can go on back without me
I'm gonna miss you
but I think it's for the best
And now I'm signing off in space
Will they remember me this way?
Moonwalker
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7. |
Revelstoke Dam
03:46
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Raise your glass a toast
before I'm punished for your sins
Drain your glass of drunken words
you wish I never meant
When the carver finally frees
the angel from the wood
He lights a smoke and blows a halo
says my work is through
It's an escape I can plan
Letters for burning no hard would be done
if Icarus flew round the sun
with wings of metal
An angel she returned
descending on a ball of string
Once before the ocean
swallowed up her last refrain
That's when the low voices won
Dissonant singing no harm would be done
if Icarus flew round the sun
with wings of metal
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8. |
Hymn For Huxley
04:22
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Life goes below me
in shortcuts and hindsights
Paul said it best when
describing
o bla di
One minute
lost focus
a stranger standing outside of me
Mind open
eyes closing
noises around are about to fade
We all race to the peoples fate
And your eyes will save my soul
Locked in the moment
I wrote it, I stole it
But you hesitated
debated
why fate is
I can't
always
understand this
and presently
It's not
something
you could
explain to me anyway
We all race from the people's fate
But your eyes, will save my soul
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9. |
Falklands
05:24
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Why climb into my tree
to get a better view
of roots growing beneath my ground
Why dive into my lake
to get a closer look
at fish swimming beneath your wrecks
And it's only a matter of time my friend
till we reach the logic's end
till I can no longer pretend
I jump I duck I dive I swing
Feed you from my hand
help you with your plan
only to get rid of it
Feed you from my hand
help you when I can
only to get rid of it
Why should I do
what you want me to
when it's only for a week or two?
Why should I stay
when you push me away
hoping for a brighter day
And it's only a matter of time my friend
'till we reach the logic's end
'till I can no longer pretend
I jump I duck I dive I swing
Feed you from my hand
help you with your plan
only to get rid of it
Feed you from my hand
help you when I can
if only to get rid of it
Your eyes are like
Harriers in the night
stalking the Falklands
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10. |
Mixtape
07:08
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With a laugh like an oil spill
try to show me how to keep it real
Like a fish living in bad health
no you don't trust anyone else
Like a lion on a ferris wheel
hear you roar for that mass appeal
From the safety of a cubicle
booking dreams on a potholed road
You can dance for the moon
I'll be right back to fight back the feeling
You can dance for the sun
I'll be right back to fight back the feeling
Woke up in the seven gardens
I have never seen you before
You send me out to sea
with a gun and a mask
You send me out to sea
with a boom and a crash
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TAR / MM / UOH
Independent record label group. Tin Angel Records, Meat Machine, Unheard of Hope.
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