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Gravity
02:41
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I went outside to watch the moon.
I didn't think of anything new.
I fell in circles round the air.
God I hope you get here soon.
I feel overwhelmed and you're not here yet.
Take me to a party
where everything's loud and blinding
but we're welcome.
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2. |
Snowy Boots
03:49
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She slips on the ice where they had met,
wishes she had a vice, a cigarette,
a joint – some drug to fill her lungs and cloud her head.
And she tucked her jeans into her boots
but when she fell her cuffs came loose
and now the snow intrudes.
And she thinks of wondering what to wear
while he'd sat in the husband's chair:
a department store's attempt at being fair.
But even then, she really didn't care.
She wonders if it ends this way
scribbling on judgment day
with a steno-pad and nothing much in mind.
She hopes she fears in a backwards way
at that point she'll have found what she has to say
with all the time she never seems to find.
A sparrow hops before her eyes,
the perfect moment to canonize,
but what it is it'd symbolize she's not sure.
No wonder that this phases her,
the communications major
who can barely even speak with her own friends.
She knows exactly what message that sends.
So how is she supposed to make amends?
She wonders if it ends this way
scribbling on judgment day
with a steno-pad and nothing much in mind.
She hopes she fears in a backwards way
at that point she'll have found what she has to say
with all the time she never seems to find.
In some holy moment, a great white flash–
her life's work all second class
to the explosion that would then consume the page.
If she could just allow her mind
to tear itself apart and find
in an unconventional suicide
what disease of thought had climbed the barricade,
then she would be saved.
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3. |
Flying Machine
02:14
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All the way out of town
there's a man on the ground,
he smells like sweat and he looks like shit.
His glasses are fogged
as he stares at a cog
and he wonders if it will fit.
His beard is all tangled
and his marriage was mangled
by his love for the machine.
But he doesn't care
'cause he'll be in the air
yeah, he finally gets to leave.
The only way he ever looked was above,
but he was chided by those that he loved.
"The sky is theirs and they will not share
so beware."
In just a moment the wind gets rough,
but oh five minutes that would be enough.
The wings start to fail, the engine is shot,
but oh what the fuck; the dream was caught.
The only way he ever looked was above,
but he was chided by those that he loved.
"The sky is theirs and they will not share
so beware."
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I tried to draw your face but I could barely trace the contours of your cheeks, your jaw, from a photograph I saw. I was left with a shape so close to right I took a break.
When it came time to put the parts I like the most into their spots, all of my eraser marks stained you something awful. So I just labeled where everything goes: your eyes, your mouth, your lips, your nose, and I was left with all these letters and arrows like "L-I-P" and "E-Y-E" and it all seemed like such a mess to me that I threw it out, and then I realized that I don't need you on a flat surface but I'm glad when you're around. It's not your fault. I just get nervous when I know I gotta leave this town.
I'm gonna write you a song,
so happy I'm embarrassed to sing it
for anyone but you
anywhere but my room.
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5. |
Tyler Day
01:51
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You don't know how happy I am that it's Friday.
Today is my day. We'll do things my way.
You can have Wednesday.
That'll be your day. Like how I have Friday.
Well I guess that's not fair
and we can share
my day
as long as you realize
it's mostly mine.
We can agree to disagree
because it's already clear to me
that you're pretty wrong.
Because if this wasn't my day,
like, if Friday wasn't Tyler Day,
why would it be in a song?
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6. |
Limits of Language
02:19
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Who wants to hear about the limits of language?
I can't tell you, so I'll show you.
This is why I throw my phone.
This is why I can't be left alone.
All this time I think I've grown.
Yeah I've learned
when to use my words
and when to just–
I can't tell you, so I'll show you
all the things that words can't do.
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7. |
Marching Bands
03:27
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Well I have a tin foil marching band.
They play paperclip trombones,
and I don't understand
why they only play when we're alone.
But on Fridays it's shows in my living room
and I sing and clap along with them
and beg them to let me write out the score
but I guess it's just me that those songs are made for.
And so I stay at home with these metallic symphonies
but their orchestra is also bound to secrecy
so I lie down, let it come right up to me
like colors I could hold in my hand.
And I could show them to you, to anyone
if I didn't have to hold my tongue.
Then this mannequin that I've been living in
wouldn't feel so cramped.
And I let them live in my kitchen drawer
but we don't talk much anymore.
It's practice practice practice when I walk by it
so I don't know why they're being so quiet
now...
And if I tell you what they wrote
then they won't play another note.
And I get worried they'll be thrown away
'cause they look like trash for most of the day.
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8. |
Lobster Clause
03:05
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Well I tried to write you a song.
Yeah, I've been trying just about all summer long.
But everything I felt felt like everything else
that anyone's ever said or sang.
And it's new to me, it feels different to me
but it's all just about the same.
So your song's not done, it might never be,
and all I had to say is that I'm happy
that I like you and you like me
and everything fits perfectly.
You don't know how hard I try
and it's better that way,
so you'll think I'm some kinda guy
who knows what to say.
My words never seem to acquire
the right feel, creative zeal in sounding
somewhat inspired.
Everything I felt felt like everything else
that anyone's ever said or sang.
And it's new to me, if feels different to me
but it's all just about the same.
So your song's not done, it might never be,
and all I had to say is that I'm happy
that I like you and you like me
and everything fits perfectly.
You don't know hard I try
and it's better that way,
so you'll think I'm some kind of guy
who knows what to say.
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9. |
Immortal Fury
03:20
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Wrapped up in my sheets, I guess I could turn a light on.
And all the alarms placed
far from harm's way
are singing me a dissonant good morning.
But oh, this impossible morning.
These whispers these mixtures of my motivations
that animate me like wind, dead leaves...
It's a miracle I don't want today.
A miracle I don't want today.
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10. |
Woolgathering
03:11
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Remember that time I snuck into your college
and took a course in olden history?
You taught me of the simple things
of braver hearts and dragon wings
and Nazis.
Remember that time I drove you down to Texas
and you said you couldn't bear the heat?
We said, "take me to a different place
so cold that I can hide my face
in blankets."
So I did.
And you want me to know what time it is:
time to love me, always,
through the shallows and the trees,
through the haunted frightened breeze,
through the grimiest disease.
Remember that time I sold you to a trader
for a couple pretty magic beans?
Are you happy with what I've come to choose?
What's worst is always best to lose
but the beanstalk
was worth it.
Remember that time you ate too many pierogies
and you threw up all over my face?
Well kissing's never been this fun,
we'll start a trend like kids and guns.
It'll catch on, I swear it.
But you want me to know what time it was:
time to love me, always,
through the grimiest disease,
through the swarms of killer bees,
when you have old and creaky knees.
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11. |
Pigeon Trot
03:11
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Bah doo doo doo doo doodoo doo doo,
Boodoo doo t'doo doo.
Boodoo doo t'doo doo doo doo.
Doo doo doo doo doo DOOO,
Bah doo doo doo doo doo.
The horizon exploded so goddam slowly
but nobody watched it go.
And does it bother you I'm looking right over your shoulder
to see what the sun had known?
And it just laid down and let the clouds
tell what it had to say.
And I want to respond in every color
but I can't be reached today.
Please don't simplify the time I've been alive for but
if you must remember me with a friend...
Doo doo doo doodoo doo doo,
Boodoo doo t'doo doo.
Boodoo doo t'doo doo doo doo.
Doo doo doo doodoo: DOOO,
Ah Doo doo doo doo doo.
And I can't say
if I'll go out like the sun did.
You'll be subject to a frenzy of fraction thoughts
if I know myself.
Please don't simplify the time I've been alive for
but if you must remember me with a friend
choose a specific event.
[agreement all around]
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12. |
it still seems dark...
03:40
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