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(Parodos)
01:27
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Conversation
03:21
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Follow me down the moonlit path
Where owls hoot and wind can’t blow so fast
Barefoot in the grass
When you’re in this deepest space
I try to read the lines upon your face
Can you demonstrate?
(chorus)
Talk to me, just talk to me
Kiss goodbye the sun
Talk to me, just talk to me
But god, it sounds so dumb
I try to tell you what I’ve learned
Please forgive me, I’ve forgot the words
Some things you’ve never heard
Reach through the fence and feel your hands
Your grip is tight, you trust I’ll understand
You’re such a lonely man
(chorus)
Talk to me, just talk to me
Tell me where you’re from
Talk to me, just talk to me
Your hands feel numb
I lost the map, I lost the key
I lost the door, I lost the repartee
I lost the sun, I lost the moon
I lost the lake, but I still hear the loons
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3. |
Carried Out to Sea
03:51
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I try to bind the windows wide, but mostly I just sleep
Curl up and wait for cobalt waves to thunder down on me
The boats that shared the coastline lie buried in the deep
So I'll float there like a corpse 'til I'm carried out to sea
I need to hoard my breath
Nurse it within my chest
Drift until I meet ground
If I arise, I'll drown.
Some nights I awake in a jolt and can't breathe
Grip desperate to blankets while grinding my teeth
Plummet from nothing to nowhere so fast
And pray the fresh crater I leave there will last
I'll just lie here, and never grow old
I'll stay 'til all my skin gets cold
I'll wash ashore, I don't know when
But soon enough I'll walk on land again
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Holometabolous
04:30
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Hang me up to grow
No one needs to know
Clothes on the floor
Locks on the door
Hide in the cave
Learn to behave
Lick my wounds
Cotton cocoon
Wander through old rooms
Searching for the womb
Squander suns and moons
I emerged too soon
I’m a fucking mess
Buckle under stress
Leave me alone
Let me make my home
I feel weak
I can’t speak.
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We are in a cold place. We are alone tonight.
My friend and I step out onto the concrete, beckoned out, towards the tempest.
Flags flutter wildly in the gusts, desperate petrels in a ravenous cyclone.
We come to the spit’s seaward end.
The vast and menacing quilt of heaven looms above,
threatening to drift down and smother us at any moment.
Below me, the tumultuous froth crests of black depths.
I run my numb fingers along the railings, cold and wet,
rust forming throbbing tumors and infected fissures
where the salt spray seeps into the metal.
Before me, a dark surf blasts and crashes and squelches and surges
against massive slabs and through their countless unholy crevices
I smell it:
the abyss is rising again.
Past the treacherous reef tip, through the fog,
a lighthouse sits on a rock-pile.
Your glowing red eye stares back at me. You see me.
They said they left you a long time ago, but I know your keeper.
I imagine a dory paddling slowly through the swells, hauling oil
The fueling is a fool’s errand.
Only a churning maelstrom awaits my rower.
The red light blinks.
I loose my white knuckles from the railings
and turn away from the nightmare
to face him.
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6. |
Voice on the Other End
03:55
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You were my only friend, castaways on separate seas
The voice on the other end, asking if I ever felt unfree
You freaked out one night and cried, “there’s something twisted in my head,”
Silent on the other side, I thought about your death in bed
So what are you so afraid of? What did I do wrong?
Did I lose you forever when you vanished in the fog?
So what are you so afraid of? What did I do wrong?
Did I lose you forever?
We fought last night. I talk too much about myself
You said I'd never cared for you, and this is how you’d always felt
You called me again, and you were fucked up
And all I could say would never be enough
So I hope that you'll stay tethered to the ground
I'm confident you've found a better confidante than me around
So what are you so afraid of? What did I do wrong?
Did I lose you forever when you vanished in the fog?
So what are you so afraid of? What did I do wrong?
I left the front door wide, l kept the porch lights lit
But I need to get to sleep, there's a draft that's coming in
I left the front door wide, I kept the porch lights lit
But I need to get to sleep, there's a draft that's coming in
I'm not gonna wait for you no more
I'm not gonna wait for you no more, no
I'm not gonna wait for you no more
I'm not gonna wait for you no more, no.
I'm too far down this path
I hear crackling on the line
And here where the ocean ends,
there's a curve without a sign
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I'm the February blizzard, I'm the hypothermic chill
He dropped into my snow bank so I tucked him in my quilt
At midnight I embraced him, but I blackened all his skin
and when the April ravens vacate, I won't be seeing him again
My shoulders are broad and barren plains
My head is a cold and winding cave
My hands are scalding lava flows
Oh, it shouldn’t be a wonder why they go
I'm an oak with arms outstretched, my leaves are shelter from the storm
He came to me all shook and shivered, he came to me in search of warmth
He came to me to seek my shadow, where the torrents couldn’t pound
But soon the sky’s white veins, they split me, and my limbs, they pin him down
My shoulders are broad and barren plains
My head is a cold and winding cave
My hands are scalding lava flows
Oh, it shouldn’t be a wonder why they go
I'm the loyal hunter's hound, I chase the rabbits down for you
When meals are scarce, we chew on sundowns. The little scraps will have to do
But after weeks of thinning winter, and my hunger's sinking deep,
I'll rummage through your empty game bags and tear your throat out while you sleep
My shoulders are broad and barren plains
My head is a cold and winding cave
My hands are scalding lava flows
Oh, it shouldn’t be a wonder why they go
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8. |
Sailing Stones
06:38
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Nothing seems to shift from sun to moon
But by the dawn, we’ve drifted out of view
Shut the door and say “I’ll see you soon”
But you wake up, and all the names are new
5 AM, out by the football field
Boys and girls asleep in their tents
But we watched from the press box as the sun rose up
I loved you all so very much
(chorus)
Under the porch, up in the trees
Wait in the gazebo, wade in the stream
Under the bridge, out in the fields
Give me that moment, that moment was real
In the summer breeze beneath the stars
We ate tabs and ice cream bars
but then I shook hands with that canyon
She said to me, “young boy, you are no one”
(chorus)
In your garage, by your bonfire
Drive through the island, crawl through the brier
Down railroad tracks, up on the roof
Tell me your secrets, I need to know the truth
Flakes of shale danced upon the surface
Ripples dissipating as they spread
I felt cold, I felt warm, I felt something
Just my friends, the trees, and I, watching the sunset
(outro)
Did it mean as much to you?
Did it mean as much to you?
I’m losing track of time, the anchor snapped and the boat capsized
My friends are sailing away
And out there all alone, I’ll have no place to call my home
But I can’t beg them to stay
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Cul-de-Sacs/Home
07:03
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Part 1:
My head in my hands, I sprinted down the lane
I try speaking to my father, he can’t know what to say
oh no, oh no
These memories are drowning me
I wish that I could shut them off
But everywhere I glance around, every surface of this town…
you know, you know
(chorus)
But I’ll miss all the little cul-de-sacs in the town I used to call my home
where every door hides a teenage ghost who cries alone
I’ll miss all the little cul-de-sacs in the town I used to call my home
where every door hides a teenage ghost who cries alone
They skin their knees in cul-de-sacs
And raid the cabinets when the blue fades black
Yellow street lights flicker on, and cricket whispers turn to song
They glow, they glow
I’m drawn to friends I’ve never had
when the wind, it gets this bad
and what I frame, it ain't the truth
Perhaps we never feel our youth
Who knows? Who knows?
(chorus)
But I’ll miss all the little cul-de-sacs in the town I used to call my home
where every door hides a teenage ghost who cries alone
I’ll miss all the little cul-de-sacs in the town I used to call my home
where every door hides a teenage ghost who cries alone
But leaves will always drop, and shimmer on the ground
In high school baseball diamonds
I watched moths circle 'round the lights
Take flight, and burn themselves right down
A spark in your eye, you flick the lighter twice
Some things have changed, but you, you’re still the same
How nice, how nice
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Part 2:
If home’s a place
If home’s a place
Where there’s no fear
Where there’s no fear
Maybe it’s right here
Maybe it’s right here
Maybe it’s right here
Maybe it’s right here
Maybe it’s right here
If home’s a place
If home’s a place
Where there’s no fear
Where there’s no fear
Maybe it’s right here
Maybe it’s right here
Maybe it’s right here
Maybe it’s right here
Maybe it’s right here.
...
“There was this sign that said ‘Drive slow for children.’ Every ten years or so, the sign would disappear. Kids grew up. And then in 15 years, the sign would be back. Our street was in a perpetual state, a loop of generations.”
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