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so i'm saying goodbye
to my flowering city
sharp blue skies
new leaves cut deeply
i was nothing but time
to my winter lover
this bed aint mine
this spring come summer
i was nothing but time
to my winter lover
she is wind in her hair
she is transparant sky
she is sun in her eyes
i was island on seas
isolated and free
i was nothing but time
now this bed just aint mine
and it aint no other's
i was nothing but time
to my winter lover
all vague and guarded
you'll laugh when you see
how easy it all could be
from lens ground flawless
from white balkan sand
from mountains so black and grand
either island or continent
or planet - no difference
the view is always the same
a parody of distance
so saying goodbye
to my flowering city
sharp blue eyes
that in spring so crueley
brought life to this body
now it aint no other's
i was nothing but time
to my winter lover
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2. |
Old Record
03:21
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you're missin me like a old record
like your room in your parents house
a pencil mark on the arc of the doorway
something you could do without
i had a dream that found me out
that you tracked me down
and you loved me you loved me
as the anarchist choir plays
arrêter!
i could believe anything i want
i could make it true
i could twist it and twist it
this comedy isnt interesting
arrêter!
and honestly it's getting worse
i might really love you now
you're dug in you're nesting it hurts
but i dont think i can let you out
i'm guessing we were just a passing craze
something cool for a little while
thank god there aint no photos from those days
no record of my stupid smile
i had a dream of jerusalem
and you found me then
and you loved me you loved me
as the anarchist choir plays
arrêter!
now my head is like an open grave
all my bones displayed
still i'd kiss you i miss you
as the anarhist choir played
arrêter!
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3. |
Songs of Eastern Birds
03:33
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new sunrise no surprise you
saw it coming down
but oh how were kind you enshrined
this river town
on the hill dirty still
on the outcropping so round
you invented a world
oh the first i'd ever found
even close to home
and you the knife
heavy like
real understanding I
sympathize,
it aint right
that i let you in that night
on the hill - sparrows trill
oh the songs of eastern birds
in formation flying still
to escape the burning earth
their headed home
theyre headed back home
shes still as air above treeline
i know im wrong i know im wrong
though nothing grows up at this height
we see it all we see it all
no sunrise covered skies
clouds relaxing into rain
loose and light dropping like
the autumn temperature change
from the duna to the lake
to the eastern island reigns
troubled dreams of old mistakes
without shelter once again
you walk me home
you walk me back home
you walk me home
you walk to my home!
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I think I can... I think I can...
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laid out
crying in my arms
warm tears
soaking through my skin
shes gone
letting it be
should i believe my friends
fitting phrases together from
each dulcet drop of sweat on my bed
only to find they say this is nothing
nothing!
laid out
in starkest contrast
you don't
know a thing about me
i'm such
an idiot
shoul've been
listening to my friends
talking to you is like walking into
a trap so obviously
waiting for the cage to shut there is nothing!
screams every single part of me
this cant go on
Im playin this song again
these jagged lines cut me each time
this cant go on
playing this song again...
talking to you is like walking into a trap...
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here she comes to me again
i will fight her where i can
like you would not believe
her attack is silent and
I will never understand
why she is here with me
i have tried oh ive tried
ive tried oh ive tried
but there i am each night
hand upon her thigh
why cant i let her go
the only thing worse that i know
than pretending that
you love someone you dont
is pretending that you cant
love the one you hold
and i will try to understand
i will try to keep my
hands from freezing through
but i dont love her cuz i can
i do it cuz i have to
when she comes to me again
i will fight her while i stand
i know you dont believe me
but i have been unmanned
drone circling the land
with no target on the screen
i have tried oh ive tried
ive tried oh ive tried
ive tried to do whats right
but there i am each night!
her breath is gentle, light
milkweed floating by
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