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Canary
03:28
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Oh, waiting it out
For rain to wash out these last days
In a common kind of way
You look on, whisper goodbye
Is that the way that it feels?
When you’re out on the Lam
Just like everybody else
Is that the way that it feels?
Is that the way that it feels?
You long for a kind of escape
But from what? It’s never been too clear
In a common kind of a cage
A canary, waiting to fly
Is that the way that it feels?
When you’re out on the Lam
Just like everybody else
Is that the way that it feels?
Is that the way that it feels?
Just waiting for things to fall in places
What I’m not sure of
But if I lose sight of you
I’m nothing baby
No one could save me
No one could save me
But that’s just how I feel
Just like everybody else
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O what a beautiful morning!
The sun is shining
The clock is ticking on my wall
O I could die in this feeling
Resurrect in the evening
Fall back asleep and repeat it all
‘Til the darkness starts to crawl up from behind
And I knew it was too good to be true
These things they come and fall right through
Scared the good times will give you the slip
Now you're holding on with too tight a grip
And you're
Poisoned
P-P-Poisoned
Now you're poisoned
Poisoned in the afterlife
Oh look at them on the mountain
[ all the beauty surrounds them ] [ First in line at the fountain ]
The air is calm and the drinks are free
Still they're out looking for answers
Conversations are dancing
Around finding some master key [ Around find the skeleton key ]
So when our numbers' called we don’t have to leave
I knew it was too good to be true
Despair’s upstairs in a room with a view
[Swore the envy was making you sick]
[Now your cup is full and you’re taking a sip] and you’re
Poisoned
P-P-Poisoned
Now you're poisoned
Poisoned in the afterlife
A broken bell, trying to be whole
Sword out the stone, but the edge was dull
Far from self, and far from home
Lost looking for the antidote cause you’re poisoned
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3. |
Two Steps
03:12
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Two steps, oh the moment that I met you
Somewhere across the other side
Nowhere to go nothing to hide
Fortunately, across the other window
I work the nerve up to say
Without you I’d just fall away
But every time I work the courage up
I find myself just bending over backwards
For you -
You’re a diff you’re a diff you’re a different kind of woman
And I want to be your man
Baby just help me understand
wait , until I find the nerve to tell you
But I keep going on until the fear is
Just one more speck inside your perfect ahhhh eye
But every time I work the courage up
I find myself just bending over backwards
For you -
You’re a diff you’re a diff you’re a different kind of woman
And I want to be your man
Baby just help me understand
No problem, man it’s really not a problem!
It’s really not a problem
No problem, man it’s really not a problem
Settle down, that’s what I try to tell myself
Every time I see your face
This silly heart begins to race - it begins to it begins to
You-
You’re a diff you’re a diff you’re a different kind of woman
And I want to be your man
Baby just help me understand No problem, man it’s really not a problem
You-
You’re a diff you’re a diff you’re a different kind of woman
still I want to be your man Still he wants to be your man
Baby just help me understand
No problem, man it’s really not a problem!
No problem, man it’s really not a problem!
No problem, man it’s really not a problem!
No problem, man it’s really not a problem!
No problem, man it’s really not a problem!
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4. |
Hanging On
03:09
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"Desperately I am standing under the cherry tree
Found another scene
but the rain always seems to follow me
Nowhere to hide
But my spirits staying dry
When I keep you on my mind
mania, oh the worlds too big and radiant
I’m a teardrop sliding all along the gradient
You answer the phone, and I float back to the ground
Just like you to keep me
Hanging, Hanging on (keep me)
Hanging, Hanging on
I had a vision of a life at another station
Full of dull conversations, impeccable suits
I’m feeling numb to touch losing all sensation
Think I need some air, thinking I need you
Lighten up, think the sun is finally poking out
Slowing down
And the frequency is lower now
Couple of days, you’ll be right back in my arms
And I know you’ll keep me
Hanging, Hanging on (keep me)
Hanging, Hanging on
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5. |
Ramon
04:36
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Black and white, creeping underneath the stairs
Two-step walk dancing on to “La Mer”
She’s psyching them out like
“Where you gonna run to now?”
Psyching them out like
“Where you gonna run to now?”
Inside wondering the sun has gone
And the moonlight’s just the neighbors lamp he left on
They might be singing along like
Where we gonna run to now?
Singing along like
Where we gonna run to now -
Oooh, you try to make the best of it
Slow motion in the moment
You never find the gun until it’s locked and it’s loaded so come on
Come down, make a little space
Where you can take a minute away from the limit
Oh it’s hard, you fall and you fall in place
You wonder how you’ve been up there standing
For so long, so long so long so long
ooh, ahh ,ohh ,ahh
The mouse outside is empathizing with your pain
You’re drinking black coffee til you hit another astral plane
Open your eyes like, maybe I can get there now
With the TV on I can make believe I’m in a crowd
Oooh, you try to make the most of it
That blue feeling’s undefeated
You never see the ledge until your twenty thousand feet in the air
Come down, make a little space
Where you can take a minute away from the limit
Oh it’s hard, you fall and you fall in place
You wonder how you’ve been up there standing
For so long, so long so long so long
Oh all the other animals hiding
You’re waiting for the others to chime in
Up above the covers, dreaming of another
Existential bummer but they're heading somewhere
Somewhere they belong
Ooh, where you gonna run to now?
Ooh, where you gonna run to now ? (repeat til the end)
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6. |
Lincoln Place
02:16
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Counting the Cars on Lincoln place
and I am
Once again
Thinking about changing my ways
Turning a new leaf
Same as the last week
I can’t help myself that their
wasted on me
barren on the branches need to find a new tree
And I search for quiet in a store
‘Til someone louder comes in
To settle some score
For a moment I’m weightless
Beneath the fluorescents
The beauty of those plastic flowers are not lost on me
I grab a few, say how do you do and disappear to the street
Am I really there? In the moment, not in the moment I’m phoning it in
Am I really there? In the moment, not in the moment I’m phoning it in
Or falling in love again, falling with you
Counting the cars on lincoln place
I’m thinking, might not be so bad to be stuck in your ways
TANGERINE
another try at a morning
coffee and cinnamon
some minor happenings
the fire on the TV is roaring
but It's not warmer yet
I can still see my breath
But you're there
swimming in the pothos
bright, and green
and painting with the peels of a tangerine
the light begins to fall so perfectly
some days this place is the whole world
some days nothing hurts
a pocket universe
and when I close in on myself
you won't let me pull the pin
your light keeps getting in
and you're there
swimming in the pothos
bright, and green
and painting with the peels of a tangerine
the light begins to fall so perfectly
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Tangerine
03:22
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another try at a morning
coffee and cinnamon
some minor happenings
the fire on the TV is roaring
but It's not warmer yet
I can still see my breath
But you're there
swimming in the pothos
bright, and green
and painting with the peels of a tangerine
the light begins to fall so perfectly
some days this place is the whole world
some days nothing hurts
a pocket universe
and when I close in on myself
you won't let me pull the pin
your light keeps getting in
and you're there
swimming in the pothos
bright, and green
and painting with the peels of a tangerine
the light begins to fall so perfectly
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8. |
Motor Mouth
04:22
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Lately I’ve been trying living in the moment
Waking up early, taking time alone
A hiatus from myself could be so very nice
Just take this pale vessel, put him on the ice for now
Just stop talking, I talk when I’m nervous
And I never stop talking
I’m miles from my body, going through the motions
Left on the all the burners, caused a bit commotion
If I die from cooking salmon, Ill be so fucking angry
Just leave it out the paper, don’t tell ‘em how you found me
Oh well, we never make these choices
I’m doing the backstroke, in an ocean of voices
But at least I’m trying at least I’m trying
But at least I’m trying at least I’m trying
But at least I’m trying at least I’m trying at least I’m trying
And I can’t help thinking, or fighting this feeling
That we're all in a novel, that nobodies reading
Sick with the affliction everyone’s Improving to death
If you need me I’ll be down there slumming it with all the rest
Cause at least we're trying
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