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Misinterpretive Clues
02:45
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Misinterpretive clues
No mystery machine yeah I know you
Outside looks inside and laughs
Prances and takes glances fast
You’ve got your eye on me
Won’t change the way I see
Can’t shake one’s liberties
Pretense that nothing is tense
Not for me for you you see do I make sense
No condescension here
Disinterest that’s all no fear
I’ve got my eye on you
I’m quite good lookin’ too
Can’t shake one’s liberties
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Slow Dance
06:02
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Segmented hemispheres and cheers to the good times
I’m too busy watching to give it a try
Let the music be your guide
While we’re dancing down strange halls
Every now and then I feel it calling
Like adolescent school dance snack table stalling
Let the music be your guide
While we’re dancing down strange halls
And you can put your hands and feet where you like
As the beat slows to a crawl
I don’t know what to do with your directness
Your walk to me is straight and free and I hear it tap the rhythm so clearly
Let the music be your guide
While we’re dancing down strange halls
And you can put you hands and feet where you like
As the beat slows to a crawl
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Aibohphobia
07:04
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Come on Back
05:47
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When the house is quiet/ Sometimes I sit out/ no doors creak/ or cabinets open
No lights flicker/ In the other room/ on nights like these/ I think of you
How strange/ This all would seem/ some pining/ apocryphal dream
And the hairs on my neck/ are lying flat/ and my skin is/ uncomfortably still
Come on back, ghost/ I miss your wails/ now that your atoms have spread to all things
Come on back, ghost / I miss your wails/ now that your atoms have spread
When we heard the news/ We let chinese lanterns loose
They floated westward with the breeze/ Over the river and trees
Now when I sleep/ my head is empty/ of window scratching and groaning pipe dreams
And now I’m the one haunting this house/ and pleading
Come on back, ghost/ I miss your wails/ now that your atoms have spread to all things
Come on back, ghost/ I miss your wails/ now that atoms have spread
Oh please give me the key/ open the door and let me see
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Fine Leather Shoes
05:17
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SUBMIT YOUR LYRICS JOHN
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Blue Mountain
06:30
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Devour and record/ typographies/ inch outwards with your/ toes and fingers
Unite your eyes to find/ the boundary/ shrubs planted on the property line
Fine by me
I followed the hill/ behind my house
And found a field unused/ and returning to a meadow
Sun out for a moment/ bright and blue
Curling your lips between/ stubby hemlocks
Relics forced down/ like sand and bone
A baseball in the ravine/ stadium overgrown
You cannot doubt the/ blue mountains constant
Constantly walking
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Fluvial Landscapes
07:30
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Lake Jam #3
05:24
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Crossed my path with a four leaf
Pondered it's symbolism
I wasn't sure what it meant to me
Maybe it's not what I thought it'd be
Counted numbers all day long
Wondered what they were saying
I was sure they were singing a song
But the Universe might be wrong
Hate to be pessimistic
But guess I'll find out
Till then:
Talk (all day/under the sun) about us casually (but)
Walk (all night/under the moon) along the dewy grass (blades)
Think (inside/under the earth) about us anyway (then)
Obeyed the signs along the road
Thought of what they see
I wasn't sure if they had me sold
Perhaps they meant to forebode
Sat around hearing myself speak
Sought to figure out why
I was sure: no reason to be weak
But maybe it's another that you seek
Wish I'm not pessimistic
But guess I'll find out
Till then:
Talk (all day/under the sun) about us casually (but)
Walk (all night/under the moon) along the dewy grass (blades)
Think (inside/under the earth) about us anyway (then)
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SUBMIT YOUR LYRICS JOHN
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Colossals
05:07
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Geese fly outside my window
It’s a friends funeral and I’ve just come home
How visceral scent can be
One breath and I’m wading through that old scene
Take me back to a time/ when I felt nice and comfortably kind
The landfill looks a little bit higher
Stacking trash on trash/ empty words and faint smiles
It’s different in the ways you don’t think
Familiar places but unfamiliar things
It seems colossal when it stands at your feet
But you’re no apostle so you lie through your teeth
And it seems colossal when it looms above me
But I’m no apostle so I’m quick on my feet
Take me back to a time/ when friends felt like family/ and a place felt like mine
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Irma
07:57
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I am driving through/ a land of pestilence
And I roll my windows up
It’s too late/ we’ve gone too far
The signs read “BUY LIMITED TIME”
We have no more time
Shush/ we have to whisper
They might hear us this far from the interstate/ oh god
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