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(the anvil)
00:37
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Old Wind
04:25
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Holiness has come for me in the land that time forgot
You were laughing all along with me
Stuck your head out of the window of the car
We were young
We would run around like madness underneath her nose
And she said the air will come for you
One day when your story is told like boring prose
You were right, old wind
You were right, old wind
Yeah I took my life for granted
You were right, old wind
You were right, old wind
Now the ship has landed disenchanted
Now it's sailing away
The next day in righteous anger, went to her backyard
Opened up the chicken coops, let all the chickens out
Really wasn't very hard
And then Agnes sued my parents
And in the confusion we all retreated to our corner of indifference
You were right, old wind
You were right, old wind
Yeah I took my life for granted
You were right, old wind
You were right, old wind
Now my ship has landed disenchanted
Now I'm fading away
We were climbing up the anvil and we never came down
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3. |
This Can't Be Right
04:30
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When the Roman Empire fell I wasn't even watching
So I guess I can't complain now that it's gone
When the soda fountains dry employees will be wanting
As they sit in office halls looking for God
This can't be right
We've been lied to, I've had enough
This can't be right
You and me will work hard till all our tears are gone
When the system disappeared we were the ones remaining
I sit in bathroom stalls for far too long
When you don't know where you are and you don't know how you got there
Well, there's only so much anguish you can start
This can't be right
We've been lied to, I've had enough
This can't be right
You and me will work hard till all our tears are gone
I remember that party, it was colder than hell
After seeing some people that I don't know that well
I will never know why I went there that night
But there's hope I feel
Flipping through to find that part of me that wants to argue
But the sentimental value is known to us alone
Aren't we celebrating? Aren't we elevating?
It's a beautiful beautiful day
Why don't we focus on now just for a bit
I know there is something if we keep on talking
These days I just don't have it in me
But there's hope I feel
I know there is something if we keep on talking
This can't be right
I've been lied to too many times
This can't be right
You and me will work hard till all our tears are gone
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4. |
Reagan's Wives
03:27
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Get inside, the way back home is slowly shrinking
If it ain't right, the virus there will heal you softly
Mountain, I'm gonna take you on
You made me feel so small
But Reagan's wives are in denial
The satellites are lining up in ugly patterns
The power plants are blowing up, I can't remember
Mountains, I'm gonna take them on
They made me feel so small
But Reagan's wives don't fear the after
I never said it'd be OK
Outside or in the movies
And now there's nothing left to say
A memory of a memory
I never said it'd be OK
Outside or in the movies
And now there's nothing left to say
Oh come on, oh come on
Mountain, I'm gonna take you on
You made me feel so small
But Reagan's wives are in
I never said it'd be OK
Outside or in the movies
And now there's nothing left to say
A memory of a memory
I never said it'd be OK
Outside or in the movies
And now there's nothing left to say
Oh come on, oh come on now
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5. |
Fast Wave
05:08
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Looking back to the time you went and stole my braces
"Body Attack" was our nickname years before they caught us
My anxious arms were brushing up to yours
Oh, is this love or something?
If you're a girl you should spread your wings, the world should know it
If you're a girl then your head will be gone in the morning
Oh, you don't believe me, you don't remember
That it was love or something
I don't believe that good things come to those who gloat
All that I know is this feeling in my bones
That I control what I control and I know what I know
It's been so many years just buried inside of me
Reawakened by the will of the burning sun
Now I'm riding on a fast wave
And I know what I know, I control what I control
I was dead until I saw your shining face
If I make it out alive I'll never know
Cause I'm riding on a fast wave
What do you do when the one you want is two years older?
What do you do when your mom and dad won't let you near him
What do I do? When your brother died I was not enough
What do I do? When the judgment comes and Jesus doesn't come
I don't believe that good things come to those who gloat
All that I know is that I'll drink before I go
Cause I control what I control and I know what I know
It's been so many years just buried inside of me
Reawakened by the will of the burning sun
Now I'm riding on a fast wave
And I know what I know, I control what I control
I was dead until I saw your shining face
If I make it out alive I'll never know
I'm riding on a fast wave
A piece of trash, a heart attack
And you said "I don't believe you"
This thing I lack, a monkey on my back
You said "I don't believe you"
(Beer keeps you inside, fear keeps you inside)
Am I imaginating?
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6. |
Wrap My Brain Around
03:57
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Fire in my house, water on my sheets
My body desperate to meet some food from the bar
A box on the floor, may I have some more
Oh postal service grace my door
Every Friday conversations never ending
I'm feeling inside-out
And I open the page, I open the page
I'm fading into nothing
As you sit here smoking something
No reason to wait
Slam open the cage
But you're ashamed to come to view
That's why I can't wrap my brain around you
But I want to wrap my arms around you
And sing your song forevermore
It's another day, another face to meet
Our bodies crumbling like leaves
How long will it take till I feel safe again?
Shit, I'm walking fast
Yokohama baby, baby, the future's made for me
Give me a dollar, tell me more
I feel like nothing's gonna hold
All over the bay
I'm feeling inside-out
And I open the page, I open the page
I'm fading into nothing
As you sit here smoking something
No reason to wait
Slam open the cage
But you're ashamed to come to view
That's why I can't wrap my brain around you
But I want to wrap my arms around you
And sing your song forevermore
Maybe I don't feel so bad when I am with you
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7. |
(summer)
00:57
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8. |
This Feeling
04:17
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My body is the spaceship and you are the gas
I do the task, I go back home
Did you forget to mention the marker on the map?
I took it back, I brought it home
Like you, I've made my mistakes
Like you, I gave it away
I pick it up, I drink it all
Do it all again, I do this all for you
My ball and chain
Oh you, you make me feel great
I fold it up, I put it down
I go back to bed, I did it all for this feeling
Hey little bird, I haven't seen the light in many nights
I can't go on
The world going off for far too many days
I put the dishes all away, head hanging low
But you, you make it OK
Yeah you put a smile on my face
I pick you up, I breathe you all
Draw a little picture, I did it all for you
My video game
Oh you, you lit the flame
I pick you up, I put you down
I go back to bed, I did it all for this feeling
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9. |
(for you)
03:01
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I searched much deeper within and I disappeared
Into the place that I found
I searched the clouds and the sun
Till I wound up here
The place with no one around but you
It's you
Where long ago we would dance with our neighbors
Where long ago we would cry
But now you look on this rotting carcass
It’s all that’s left on the ground of me
It's me
It was all for you
It was for you
(Me dejaste atras, hay que empezar de nuevo)
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10. |
I Felt Fine (enough)
01:50
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When I was just 23 I felt like a new guy, depression disabled
Then you later came to me, now I want a death of drinking and cables
Now I see that maybe
Every day I felt fine
Now I see that maybe
Every day I felt fine enough to start over
And maybe now I see
Whenever you're with me
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11. |
I Root for You, Ruth
03:25
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Time is like the flash of a knife
Looking back to cut the wound
Good old Ruth pushed through decades of strife
While I played my guitar on the stoop of a run-down town
It tore me up to leave you
But I can't see anymore
Oh Ruth, I root for you
Down the line I'm a corporate machine
I'm a working bee, I'm a modern Byzantine
Slow to grow up, working while the world is blowing up
Me, I'm just here
It tore me up to leave you
But I can't see anymore
Anymore
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12. |
Time
03:11
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Time, what a glorious thing
It passes you down the street, takes you where you don't want to be
Time, acrimonious thing
The spell from a crookback witch, been raised like a rotting evil lich
I'm becoming aware
But baby, don't fail me now
Don't come to the stage to bow
I need you to stay with me
If you want to feel nothing
If you want to feel nothing
If you want to feel sorry for someone else
If you want to feel nothing
If you want to feel nothing
I've been looking around for so long
I've been looking around for so long
Time, mysterious thing
Oh it holds you safe and sound till the meaning of life is found
But I thought I'd be good by now
If you want to feel nothing
If you want to feel nothing
If you want to feel sorry for someone else
If you want to feel nothing
If you want to feel nothing
I've been looking around for so long
I've been looking around for so long
For so long
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13. |
Runnin Free
04:28
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You really thought that you could keep me forever
But I made it on my own
If I'm in trouble I'll just swallow the unknown
I won't climb to be beside you (Higher and higher)
I won't lie to try and hide you (Higher and higher)
Until I find my way back home
I'm running free
You really thought that it was gonna be major
But you fell short of your goal
If you're stuck at your nadir
Just suck on your vape, dear
It'll all be alright
I won't climb to be beside you (Higher and higher)
I won't lie to try and hide you (Higher and higher)
I will try to reignite you (Higher and higher)
Until we find our way back home
We're running free
Running free
I just want a way back home
Running free
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