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Color Fields
03:42
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Passing over the fields look like Rothkos
Just like the poster that hangs 'bove my bed post
For every hour lying there, a mile drifted
When you take your morning run, I'm still wasted
Every time I bid goodnight to a prerecorded alibi
You've passed out, perched at the counter
Waiting to hear your name over the line
Driving over the causeway, love like Rauchenberg
Nostalgia rusted out, such a cold return
Speeding 'cross the marsh you don't open your mouth
I think we're etched in deep and we can't see out
Every time I bid goodnight to a prerecorded alibi
You'd passed out, perched at the counter
Waiting to hear your name over the line
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Granite
03:24
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That moment razor sharp pining down your back
Auburn horizon now folding into black
Too late to catch up now
Too late to work in granite
You've played the pathos out
We've heard enough of this
That acupuncture crawling as your mind gets clear
Fragmented illusion sprawling, your armor now so sheer
It's too late
It's too late for Lincoln and Richter and Cuvier
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Blur
03:17
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Pictures composite in the glass
Each one more washed out than the last
And I try to find myself in this blur.
Sometimes clarity is nothing but sugar pills,
just to soak up the poison.
Sifting through layered contrition
Racing my thoughtless ambition
And I try to find myself in this blur.
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On Fire
04:08
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You walk in on fire
Quiet, smoldering, try to signal with smoke
Charred expression reads that you're just high
Keep my distance 'cause I already know
If I ask you'll say that you're fine
Defensive laugh reveals everything
All your glamor, still a mediocre liar
Need a savior but let no one in
Just tell me you walked in on fire
No one here knows what you're fighting
No one here knows what you're hiding
That you walked in on fire
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5. |
Kalahari
03:36
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Syncopated mornings
Kaleidoscopic turning in your head
You've seen every combination;
You try to keep your hands still, but they never stay
Each day is perforated - you can tear them out when you're through
But you can't control the tumbling
'Cause you are not the one who makes the gears move
But you know I depend on the person you invent
I depend on that person you invent each day
Separated from your badgering illusions,
Would I finally find you?
Or only if we were surrounded by the Kalahari sand would you come through?
But you know I depend on that person you invent
I depend on the person you invent each day
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6. |
Retiro Park
03:48
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Drifted
03:24
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Let me know with a small flare, with a tiny spark
How far out have I drifted from my arcane start?
I crash, dissolve
You constrict my paper skin.
I reveal my house of cards
And you're the wind.
'Cause, I'll never hold a candle to
anything that I built before you
cast your eyes down, so unmoved.
And the jaded quiet cuts right through.
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8. |
Keep it Perfect
02:06
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Fredericksburg
03:32
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White light, a sliver cuts, I jolt awake
Gears align, water sprays - the cold's ingrained
Plot the course, the road falls off the map
Aimless, crossing pavement, winter's glass
Weigh my heart before the gods
Is it light enough?
Will I make it past the gate?
Cold steel carries me away from here
This is where I will face my years
Ultimate, irreversible
All my crimes hidden from the council
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10. |
Mather
03:32
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Bathed in northern gold
Monumental woods unfold
Echoing back their sweet remorse when you say you're too old
A coat of harmony
Every voice strikes every tree
I dare you to fear the dark enclosed in this sanctuary
And you fill up with the vapor
And you heal the longer you stay here
Can we leave our things at home and just remain
where the air is clear?
Lucid as the water
I am blemished and unbattered
Every anxious morning blurs as the reverb scatters
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St. Jerome
03:42
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I'm hanging on every last absolute you reveal
Each incision permanent
With each new judgement cast you carve my relief
and my fear into cement
Burnt in, year by year
Ritual dependence on your favor evergreen
Still the doubt drips down through the ceiling's flaking paint
And I'm soaking underneath
Every action binding
Now my lungs constrict and I'm sorry
Each new piece defining
And I pray you're still here with me
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