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Mr. Bubbles
02:38
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every night I toss and turn
I feel everything feel everything
cryogenic freezer burn
itās not what you think not what you think
face like a gun
stare at the sun
I keep to the cobwebs
pretend like thereās no one around
you keep your appointments
so not to let anyone down
get a load of Mr. Bubbles
he doesnāt know what day it is
gonna get himself in trouble
does what he wants no faking it
face like a gun
stare at the sun
I keep to the cobwebs
pretend like thereās no one around
you keep your appointments
so not to let anyone down
I keep to the cobwebs
pretend like thereās no one around
you keep your appointments
so not to let anyone down
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2. |
Black Balloons
01:53
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Dara awakes like some kind of snake
she slithers across the afternoon
mind in a twist she notices her wrist
tied to a string of black balloons
thatās right
tragedy itās not what it seems
late at night we walk through our dreams
down on the pavement Dara displays
her brand new balloons to lookers-on
they shake their heads āsheās at it againā
she isnāt impressing anyone
no one
no one
tragedy itās not what it seems
late at night we walk through our dreams
quantifying some other way
just to find itās all the same
itās all the same
itās all the same
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Floating
02:59
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scattered through the empty night
all the things I left behind
and I canāt feel complete again
tried to show up but I donāt know where Iāve been
patient as the setting sun
gentle as a loaded gun
said I canāt feel complete again
and itās not like me to disappoint a friend
am I floating somewhere else?
do I need to get some help?
or take it in stride
pretend everything is fine
how am I supposed to find
all the things I left behind?
when I canāt feel complete again
tried to show up but I donāt know where Iāve been
am I floating somewhere else?
do I need to get some help?
Iāve been going through this hell
and I need to get some help
help
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4. |
Macaroni Moon
03:14
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some say love is out of reach
stuff of fiction poets preach
but I know itās you
macaroni moon
need somebody by my side
who sees the dark through starry eyes
and I know itās you
macaroni moon
you talk to me like the puddles kiss the leaves on the pavement
and I canāt believe all this time I left my heart feeling vacant
when I wanted your love I wasnāt strong enough
you find your way to my bed
yellow flowers fill my head
and I know itās you
macaroni moon
you talk to me like the puddles kiss the leaves on the pavement
and I canāt believe all this time I left my heart feeling vacant
when I wanted your love I wasnāt strong enough
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5. |
Mind Mutiny
02:55
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thereās a shadow inside my head
drowns the moon when I go to bed
tells me I wonāt wake up alive
so I just donāt sleep at night
instead I flex the hobby kit
build a world I see better fit
model trains model villages
pretend these nights were different
itās spinning through me like a swarm of bees
and sending my mind into mutiny
I see my villagers in their homes
sound asleep with their curtains closed
so I whisper into their ears
and force them awake with my fears
itās spinning through me like a swarm of bees
and sending my mind into mutiny
nobody is free from the tapestry that they weave through their own minds
itās spinning through me like a swarm of bees
and sending my mind into mutiny
nobody is free from the tapestry they weave inside
so when I cover the loom that I weaponize
I feel the pull slip
thereās a shadow inside my head
drowns the moon when I go to bed
tells me I wonāt wake up alive
strangles me when I close my eyes
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6. |
Scribble
02:18
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I want you to cozy up and call me your lover
Iād be some kind of fool if I didnāt try for your number
the moon and the tides are lifting us up a little
a string in the dark
and I see in your eyes our lines they start to scribble
I tried so hard to justify the words that Iāve spoken
and drove off in the car somehow thinking I wasnāt broken
cold as the compass, spent as the speculator
I gave up on myself
but sometimes the path is pulled from the peril
chase me through the clouds
Iāll wait on the ground
show me what you found
what you found
letās talk about it
I want you to cozy up and call me your lover
Iād be some kind of fool if I didnāt try for your number
the moon and the tides are lifting us up a little
a string in the dark
and I see in your eyes a scribble
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7. |
Shine 4 U
02:54
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thereās a town by the sea
about as distant as a memory
I used to breathe the salty air
face the morning down without a care
so why, tell me why
should I shine, shine, shine for you?
broken glass empty heart
feeling like Iām gonna fall apart
still I dream in flowing lines
and watch the night fill up with fireflies
so why, tell me why
should I shine, shine, shine for you?
I try to compromise
but it all flows back to you
to you
I shouldāve known
hung up the phone
but when I tried to leave
you tried to bleed me dry
through moonshot eyes
I see a different path in front of me
so why, tell me why
should I shine, shine, shine for you?
you
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8. |
Darling, The Planets
03:07
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itās you
notching the mountain below
swept in a bottleneck rage
forcing the garden to grow
open up the skies
lie awake at night
stars no longer shine
in the morning light
darling I love you but sometimes the planets are pulling us two different ways
how do we hold on to all that we know without one of us having to change
give me a reason; I know that you feel it and neither of us are to blame
darling I love you but sometimes the planets are pulling us two different ways
I burn
seventy years to the bone
spun up like broth in the flame
marrowing out from your phone
open up the skies
lie awake at night
stars no longer shine
in the morning light
darling I love you but sometimes the planets are pulling us two different ways
how do we hold on to all that we know without one of us having to change
give me a reason; I know that you feel it and neither of us are to blame
darling I love you but sometimes the planets are pulling us too different
you scrape at the nerves
when Iām headsick
when Iām hurt
and I try not to keep
all this sorrow in me
itās you
notching the mountain below
swept in a bottleneck rage
forcing the garden to grow
open up the skies
lie awake at night
stars no longer shine
in the morning light
in the morning light
stars no longer shine
and Iām finished with suffering
ācause Iāve given you everything
stars no longer shine
in the morning light
said Iām finished with suffering
ācause Iāve given enough
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Hummingbird
02:20
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how many times will the world come alive,
will flowers open to the sky?
hovering points of an angular path
as drops of rain fall on the grass
hummingbird
you couldnāt wait for the shadow to spin
to feel the sunshine seeping in
wandering out, you surrender your eyes
and watch the swirling waves of light
hummingbird
hummingbird
as sure as the boulder corrodes into sand
everything comes to an end
hurtling forth in a cyclical way
like only time can suffocate
hummingbird
hummingbird
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Turning Into A Stranger
02:45
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soft as the sound of rain on your windowsill
I was lost when you gathered me in
home is the sort of place where the ground is still
and I am sewn right back into my skin
but thatās me backed into a corner
with my crooked head and everything undone
calm is the quiet face of a slow collapse
and I am drawn into desolation
truth doesnāt stretch as far as the tendril wraps
but it moves like a cancer within
thatās me stopped under a streetlight
with the cadence of the blades across the glass
and thatās me turning into a stranger
Iāve given up, Iām giving in, Iāll throw it all away
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11. |
Bury The Knife
02:58
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carry the knife, carry the knife
like the world is watching
scattering lies, scattering lies
with its pointed blade
rage!
you can cover your eyes, cover your eyes
but itās never stopping
stark divide on your device
swinging at your shadow
sharpen the knife, sharpen the knife
till you go insane
carry the knife, carry the knife
like the world is watching
bury the knife! bury the knife!
bury the knife! bury the knife!
bury the knife! bury the knife!
sink another lie, spare another life
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12. |
Strange World
04:17
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distant sirens at the break of dawn
in the rubble that remains of who I was
walls that held stories and our dreams
walls that crumble in the face of fury
careful what you keep inside your heart
when there seems to be no end and no start
a spinning circle of revenge
and it goes until the streets are painted red
Iāll see you in the summertime
if Iām alive
shattered hope beyond repair
as the rockets rain down from the air
a thousand years of ash beneath our feet
still the flowers grow along the battered streets
and all the clouds that dance across the sky
all the people left with promise in their eyes
wondering how long this will go on
while theyāre staring down the barrel of a gun
Iāll see you in the summertime
if Iām alive
itās a strange world
itās a strange, strange world
itās a strange world
itās a strange, strange world
careful what you keep inside your heart
when there seems to be no end and no start
a spinning circle of revenge
and it goes until the streets are painted red
all the clouds that dance across the sky
all the people left with promise in their eyes
wondering how long this will go on
while theyāre staring down the barrel of a gun
Iāll see you someday
if weāre still breathing
itās a strange world
itās a strange, strange world
itās a strange world
itās a strange, strange world
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13. |
Ebb
01:59
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