1. |
What We Know Is Real
03:33
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The sun begins the climb, fall on the other side.
Around and 'round she goes; a mother, friend and foe.
What can we make of our predictions?
We want to believe what we know is real.
We live a fragile life of joy and sacrifice,
and when my day arrives, I'm glad to've been alive.
It's rarely obvious when you're oblivious.
What can we make of our predictions?
We want to believe in no restrictions.
We want to believe in our assumptions.
We want to believe.
What can we make of our predictions?
We want to believe what we know is real.
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2. |
Think This Through
05:18
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I can say all I need to say.
It's alright, won't matter anyway.
You are gone from me.
Think this through, all your days dancing in the rain.
The outset was never meant to be.
Think this through, all your days dancing in the rain.
I can breathe on my own, you see.
I don't need you to take me through the mud,
where the pigs are happy.
Think this through, all your days dancing in the rain.
The outset was never meant to be.
Think this through, all your days dancing in the rain.
Think this through.
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3. |
Something For You
02:28
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Something for you, something so true.
Come tomorrow, cease the sorrow.
Absence of time, body and mind.
Follow the flow, release and go.
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4. |
Cadmium Trees
02:42
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I don't know where we all go,
but I'm certain no one knows.
Take for granted you're alive,
speculating afterlife.
I'm alone and that's just fine.
Over history, kings are made
through coercion and the blade.
And so it goes through the years,
none the wiser to the tears.
Dab the corners of your eyes.
Take a hand and don't be shy,
because I am yours, you are mine,
we're alone and that's just fine.
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5. |
Left To Go
03:39
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Bartender!
Pour me one for the road.
You see, this night has turned into to much to bear.
It's like a fucking circus show.
My past is dancing with a lion, sweet and slow.
The answer isn't at the bottom of your beer.
It takes a man to stand up tall and leave the bottle back,
confronting all your fears.
Your past is dancing with a lion.
The future rests on how you're trying through the years.
Bartender,
I know you mean real well,
but I'm not feeling optimistic.
His collar's stained with lipstick,
so mix a magic spell.
A potion won't get you anywhere.
A tall drink won't make me feel so low.
Tomorrow's a new beginning.
Tonight has me with nowhere left to go.
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6. |
The Untitled Interlude
06:01
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I don't know where we all go.
Think this through.
All your days.
Rise ten to ten.
I've got the bends.
Over the hill.
Past all the pines.
Prediction.
Restriction.
Something for you.
Something so true.
Bartender.
Circus show.
The flow.
I don't know where we all go.
Think this through.
All your days.
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7. |
Color Yellow
03:02
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Six miles from home.
Four wheels won't touch the road.
White lines pass sixty-five.
I drive.
When I woke up, you said hello.
I'll never know.
No one will break your code.
You write with lucid ink.
I sing.
When I woke up, you said hello.
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Over the hill, past all the pines,
there you will find a marvelous thrill.
A secret for years, the fable does go,
down in a hole lies bottomless cheer.
You don't have much to say, do you?
That's right!
You might want to take the path of no return to prove they made it all up to you.
They tell you it's safe and laugh all the while.
A snicker so vile, of wealth and of taste.
Before you dive in, you notice the grin,
the wink and the nod, the clever facade.
You have a lot to say, don't you?
That's right!
You might have finally found the path to where the truth resides.
It's all within you.
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9. |
Money Note
03:45
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It looks like rain, it looks like snow.
Caught in another season's flow.
So put the pot onto the stove.
We'll keep warm hands by embers' glow.
And it's cold outside.
We'll get high.
And we'll find out with our minds out and a tall stout.
And you'll know.
With everybody gathered 'round,
we'll build it up to tear it down.
We'll feast and binge o winter's sound.
We'll dance on Mother Nature's crown.
And it's cold outside.
We'll get high.
We'll get by one more time.
And we'll find out with our minds out and a tall stout.
And you'll know.
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10. |
Don't Break My Heart
04:07
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Sit down love, we need to speak of the eventual and terminal retreat.
You think that we could never die.
I'll be the first one to tell you that's a lie.
The prelude will be wrought with ecstasy
and you'll believe you've got the best of me.
A cadence will befall and leave without a sound at all.
You know we'll start it off alright.
One disagreement starts a fight.
A rift can only mean the wall is gonna fall.
Don't you break my heart.
Are we meant to spend eternity floating in a pre-planned destiny?
I'll be gone by the time you roll and rise.
Soft steps and a whisper. No goodbye.
Our love was damned right from the start.
I engineer to tear apart.
The very base on which we stand is made of sand.
As with fate, I will break your heart.
You don't have a clue what I think of you.
Our love was damned right from the start.
I engineer to tear apart.
The very base on which we stand is made of sand.
As with fate, I will take and I will break your heart.
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11. |
The Untitled Transition
01:57
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None.
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12. |
Over A Cigarette
04:21
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I remember the day we met.
It was warm, blue skies in the autumn sweat.
We shared a cigarette.
I said something along the lines of,
"How are you? Do you have a light?"
and you smiled.
If you pretend, it seemingly works out.
You get what you put out, if you pretend.
I left you high and dry without a call or a note to why
I never said goodbye.
A selfish act, I know.
The sweat had turned to winter snow, alone and cold.
You still revere my name, the kinder heart to take the blame,
forgiving all the pain.
If you pretend, it seemingly works out.
You get what you put out, if you pretend.
I still pretend one day it will work out.
I get what I put out.
I still pretend.
I remember the day we met.
It was warm, blue skies in the autumn sweat.
We shared a cigarette.
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13. |
Sippin' Grinds
02:31
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Rise ten to ten, got the bends from Bright Nights.
I've got a plan that demands countless grinds.
When I arrive half asleep, spot your eyes.
Out pours a grin. It's a sin to look so nice.
Warming my gut, but my feet are still cold.
You stole a glance. Took a chance. I did too.
Out on a line, pen a thought for your time.
If you can dream like I dream, we'll be fine.
Out on a line, pen a thought for your time.
If you can dream like I dream, we'll be fine.
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