1. |
High & Dry
03:42
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A year inside the house, I forgot my way out
A year of solitude, ended with a hand from you
You brought so many things, including face and knee
Yeah I'm in your debt, but the dust ain't settled yet
Yeah, you rubbed me the wrong way
The spit-shine, it still left a stain
Now I know my lamp is not a cage
I'm not in the genie business
Here to grant you all your wishes
Arguing over conditions
Of your mystic proposition
With the promise of tomorrow
An escape that I can't follow
When I'm banished to my bottle
And we're both becoming hollow inside
It’s alright, you’re high & dry
I pointed out a light, you saw it as a sign
Reflecting all the times, I didn't believe my eyes
‘Til further down the line, retreated and resigned
I finally realized, not running is the same as hiding
Yeah, you rubbed me the wrong way
The spit-shine, it still left a stain
Now I know my lamp is not a cage
I'm not in the genie business
Here to grant you all your wishes
Arguing over conditions
Of your mystic proposition
With the promise of tomorrow
An escape that I can't follow
When I'm banished to my bottle
And we're both becoming hollow inside
It’s alright, you’re high & dry
I'm getting out of town, when there's no one around
I just can't stand my ground, when I'm so weak I’m falling down
With my back against the wall, and no one in my corner
Too many punches to dodge, and so I run for cover
Yeah, you rubbed me the wrong way
The spit-shine, it still left a stain
Now I know my lamp is not a cage
I'm not in the genie business
Here to grant you all your wishes
Arguing over conditions
Of your mystic proposition
With the promise of tomorrow
An escape that I can't follow
When I'm banished to my bottle
And we're both becoming hollow inside
It’s alright, you’re high & dry
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2. |
Nothing Between Us
02:50
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Don’t fight the wind, you know by now
These storms will end, enjoy the wandering
The waters change, so know them well
When times get strange, you'll have a tale to tell
There's nothing between us on this sea,
An isle of hopes and idle breeze
When better winds come, do
Sail on to your dreams
Call nature “home”, breath open-air
You’re not alone, life’s beside you there
Take every chance, to hop around
To sing and dance, flockin’ town to town
There's nothing between us but this sea,
An isle of hopes and idle dreams
Better winds will come, and
You'll set sail for peace
…without
Tying down to stay safe, over
Time we forgot the way, like a
Camera loses focus, of a
Starlit sky at photos, as the
Planet spins in circles, waves grow
Higher from the surface, hidden
Behind the horizon, so go
Track the world and find them
There's nothing between us but this sea,
An isle of hopes and idle dreams
Better winds will come, and
You'll set sail for peace
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3. |
Evelyn
04:12
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Images painted with words that you purged
Gave me consolation when life seemed its worse
Confined in the forest, resisting going forward
Until my guide said, “just walk along the trees”
You’re a both sides burning candle
Surrounded by the dark
You would scream your lungs out
While you poured out your heart
I can’t hide in your shadow
But the stage is now my home
The words I hear are mine now
Yet I will not stand alone
With memories hidden and stories unsaid,
The pain on my surface masked layers and purpose
Said though unspoken, my path was chosen
My only option is: “moving on, this time without you”
My both sides burning candle
Surrounded by the dark
You would scream your lungs out
While you poured out your heart
I can’t hide in your shadow
But the stage is now my home
The words I hear are mine now
Yet I will not stand alone
Here’s to a both sides burning candle
Surrounded by the dark
You would scream your lungs out
While you poured out your heart
I can’t hide in your shadow
But the stage is now my home
The words I hear are mine now
Yet I will not stand alone
I long to hear you sing again
I long to hear you sing again
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4. |
Proof of Purchase
04:27
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If dismantling a clock, could make time stop
I'd be a watchmaker and work everyday
I wouldn't make repairs, no, just enjoy the stares
Of the faces, blank before me
I hope, this is, a lifetime, supply of air in my lungs
I’d use it to scream at the void closing on me,
and say “I’m glad you’ve come”
Cross my heart and hope to die
I'm hopeful every time that I Lie and say “I'm fine”
I know that life's a gift, only because I can't return it
Not without your proof of purchase
If I had a vault securing my thoughts
I’d still be a blacksmith at night
First to forge gates the never ending chains
Trying to keep it sealed tight
I hope, this is, a lifetime, supply of air in my lungs
I’d use it to scream at the void closing on me,
and say “I’m glad you’ve come”
Cross my heart and hope to die
I'm hopeful every time that I Lie and say “I'm fine”
I know that life's a gift, only because I can't return it
Not without your proof of purchase
Whenever I’m told I have the heart of a child
That’s because mine was broken and frozen in time
Despite my age, in the change of my frame
That scared little boy rocks back-and-forth just the same
If my only value was when I said yes
Then I wasn’t welcome but only a guest
It seemed that my purpose was just in your service
When I resign you will be fine, but that decision is mine
Cross my heart and hope to die
I'm hopeful every time that I Lie and say “I'm fine”
I know that life's a gift, only because I can't return it
Not without your proof of purchase
I hope, this is, a lifetime, supply of air in my lungs
I’d use it to scream at the void closing on me,
and say “I’m glad you’ve come”
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5. |
Ganymede
15:57
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Keeping up to date on nuanced global politics
I skip the headlines until I make my analysis
My addiction to data and fixation would be wasted
Unless corroborated and then well communicated
I know that I'm a sadist as I watch the talking faces
To analyze the fashion that they used to stir reaction
Engagement favors rage the algorithm then rewards
And revenue means more than keeping everyone informed
At least to whores like you at the daily fucking wire
Fuck Ben Shapiro, and the way he feels a need
To present fallacious logic to the masses and the feed
Fuck Ben Shapiro, I don’t know where to begin
My refutations of the narrative he shares with conviction
I first began to worry when I saw your name recurring
When scrolling through the traffic meant to sway my demographic
Despite my apprehension about giving you attention
I implore that you refrain from sharing your opinions
I just get so tired of the daily fucking wire
Fuck Ben Shapiro, and the way that he decrees
Challenges to status quo as violent acts of greed
Fuck Ben Shapiro, for being a judicious prick
Claiming white male victimhood with faulty rhetoric
Appeal to the stone & moving the goalpost
Your logical fallacies go on for days, Ben
Begging the question & making conjectures
That others argue in bad faith
Rhetorically agile but intellectually fragile
Quite acrobatic at making word salads
An infinite regress of approximate data
Makes this sound now in my brain
(sounds of mental anguish and expressed outrage)
If vulgarity offends you I suggest you just relax
And if you find yourself offended know that feelings are not facts
I look forward to the next installment of this song
If you could spare a moment I hope we can sing along
Fuck Ben Shapiro, Fuck Ben Shapiro…
(Repeat until cathartic)
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