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Rat Trap
05:39
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I was packed up in a box
You were waiting for the phone
While little bright ideas were waiting for your call
This is not a rat trap which captured you or pinned you down for wanting more
It’s not even relevant so why are you scared of a frightened lion’s roar You don’t know why
I’ve already been in this heart
Your final heart
You and I we’ve been through this
It hasn’t been too long
This is what you said to me when I said you were wrong
and you were wrong
This is not a rat trap which captured you or pinned you down for wanting more
It’s not even relevant so why are you scared of a frightened lion’s roar You don’t know why
I’ve already been in this heart
Your final heart
~Interlude~
You said we’d interpose our thoughts turned pale
With a false surmise we will sound a call to anyone to exhale
But this absent thought’s a scar and the words are invisible
They’re ghosts which we believe we cannot take for granted
And commend the scientific mind for what it explains
We take all stories and we try to sustain
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2. |
These Gears
04:53
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These gears grind down their bones
Wear down their teeth
We'll wear down until we can't feel
These legs waste precious time walking around
Too bad God didn't invent the wheel
Now my eyes can't see the sun
They can only imagine hand drawn flames
A couple of frames in space
Now my blood can spill so simply like it was meant to slip away
Never to come back to the things that you always wish to be
And these days who would ever notice the difference really
Robots learned how to talk
We've taught them well
They'll turn out just like we design
They'll help out and be real kind
They'll hold out hands and we'll reach back knowing we'll embrace
We won't expect catastrophe
At any moment to burst into flames
It's not the best way to think
But in exchange we've lost the mystery like it was meant to slip away
Never to come back to the things that you always wish to be
And these days who would ever notice the difference really
In reaction everything is old
To be bought and sold
Stop all of this thinking of the end
That each decision could make it anything different
I've found a real cure to all this emptiness
We must remember the unexplainable touch of your skin precious silk becomes just material
against my lips luxuries have a tendency to drift to the ethereal
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3. |
Three Dresses
04:57
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You were standing by the stairs in a foreign house
holding three dresses for you to pick out
10 AM and you'll be gone back to your home town
but I've always taken the easy way out
And if you wanted me to stay
You and I believe skepticism true and love is dead
Overcast and muted I don't know what to say
Unfulfilled and I feel you feeling the same
Questioning is what I've done for most of my life
How then would you make that change in a night
And if you wanted me to stay
You and I believe skepticism true and love is dead
Fabrics made to imitate
Now we question if we even ever relate
Now our fears will calcify
Now awake but we cannot explain out surprise
Undue pre-war eyes
Want to see more time
Once you leave your life
Won't you leave your life
You said love goes
You would know
You said love goes
You would know why
You know
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4. |
Make Marx
04:20
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Notice how skin and nails make marks on tabletops
Another scratch unintended
Skin its self is similar in surface
How the cracks were once so smooth and untouched
This form you know this is the only one you've got
This is the one that's yours
And you do what you want, right, of course
Through our night promises we cater to sentiment
Our primal sense of drunken sweat in a bedroom wrecked
This ship can't sail straight with wind currents like yesterday
Now the sails are ripped to shreds and stained red
Have we run out of thread
Tell me now some hidden thought some wild darkest fear
You know the truth is that the two can overlap
And in exchange I'll divulge obsession at it's best
Which isn't much like real love
Is fate a force that sets us up to choose a path
a single one in turn
We give up what we want, right on course
My God what awful tricks to have us want what makes us sick
And lose respect for the safer life cause it is seems so trite
I've grown too tired of metaphors of ships at sea
Now we need to move our legs and take a step
One we pick ourselves
So you punched a hole in the wall
So what it's a blip in time it doesn't tell of any past or future state
Rise follows fall
Know this when you trip and bloody up your face
That blood is what we make
We fuck up, fall apart, feel ashamed until we can't focus on keeping in motion our natural state
Pride is a heavy weight fastened to tight around, choking us by the neck, pulling our feet off the ground
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5. |
You Really Must Accept
02:53
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Tell me your name like it was the first time
that you spoke it to my nervous eyes back when your hair was long
That night I dreamed it stretched around the room
Flowing out until I was consumed
You sat so still looking down on me
You gave knowing winks with half a smile
It felt so genuine
I fell asleep, fell right out of my head
and never learned what happened next
Still, I take comfort in what you said
You said that we will rise up
Everyday is a viable way
A chance to rework the habits that verge on absent tragedy
Every day in day out
Phone calls about the day just don't allow for a way to see the other one
Your voice keeps cutting out
Out from the ashes burning up the sky
Still I can't imagine our goodbyes
So let down your guard in and I will do the same
We could start again a newborn life
We'll grow our hair our long
Live in the country write each other songs
Every night in each other's arms
So I take comfort in what you said
You said that we will rise up
Everyday is a viable way
A chance to rework the habits that verge on absent tragedy
Every day in day out
Knowing what can't rebuild, we're both thrown around like dust
Moving but without control, I know this will be rough
So I'll hold my breath, living out a death or are we letting go
Either way you wish to think you really must accept our inconsistent growth
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6. |
Echoes Diminished
04:12
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Echoes diminished
Could this be the end of an age still unfinished
Part of our nature is finite existance
With lips made to be bitten and each decision is wishing
that we would make up our minds
You hide your age well
but hiding desire is clearly apparent
It's in your eyes as they strain under tension
With lips made to be bitten and each decision is wishing
that we would make up our minds
If you gave regret a shape it would become a pack of wolves
Now their silouettes are standing still
They're lining all horizons
Echoes diminish but this isn't finished
It wouldn't change
It feels like we're fastened into bumper cars
We will overflow amidst the worried hum of old machines who could never change a thing
I have seen the same teeth and I know how much it stings
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7. |
Hey, Emile!
04:53
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She bends upon off white keys
She plays the light sedate and slowly
Her head inclines in such a way
That puts my feet right through their shoes onto cold concrete
so I can see the warmth from ourselves
With down faced eyes, Anomie
Could this be suicide
Hey, Emile, I've been thinking that you were right
about one thing
Our condition right through their shoes onto cold concrete
so I can see the warmth from ourselves
Now this beast, it will arise, say a thousand times
Is this the life you've waited for all your life
Circumstances have permitted
you to choose what form it is you will become
but you sit there stunned
You just sit while fate and her sirens sing
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8. |
Middle of the Road
04:13
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You were shaking from the wind
The ashes were both drunk and smoking
It is because of the distance between
How things are and how you thought they should be
Or was it that you were only wanting them to be
Now it's just as we predicted in the back of our minds
Of course we would both be conflicted
Watching each other in the middle of the road
With so many other ones much closer than our own
You know these listless, half-assed attempts
are useless in this situation
The largest trust fall could fill the gap between
How things are and how you thought they should be
Or was it that you were only wanting them to be
Now it's just as we predicted in the back of our minds
Of course we would both be conflicted
Watching each other in the middle of the road
With so many other ones much closer than our own
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Get clay in your hands and push, push with your thumbs
until you see a shape that catches your eye
A mouse on a raft with her face curled into herself
Tail curled around herself
Don't let the repetition get to you or so close that you can't tell the difference
Give into the noisiness
Make up words by mumbling until you find
the one that you like best
Let go of the microphone
God knows the work that always goes into ourselves
So don't let the repetition get to you or so close that you can't tell the difference
(Sleep)
Bury your first place medals on your eyes in the ground where they belong
Wake up to sounds of garbage
Again when you step out, rusted clouds
No one else, you're all alone
Take a short walk contented with the world you know
There's a voice where once just lay a melody, now it calls out a name
Elizabeth, those good intentions slipped askew
Bent and blurred now you must learn
to redefine an ideal life
and while we're kind we're driven by the want to feel a love
which never will completely satisfy
and leaves you sleepless and lonely tonight
(Sleep)
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10. |
Shadow Show
04:16
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Why would you want to hold my hand
when it's already been taken
And why would you think that I would give in
when I have somewhere to be tonight
Listen dear, it's getting late and
I think I've seen this shadow show
It will end with us in a desert sun on a plateau looking off in constant debate
We're always finding all of our own mistakes
I am no Ms. Monroe, Billy Holiday,
for you to decide to take
So why did you choose --
I chose to grab your hand because I thought your skin and theirs could be the same
Listen dear, it's getting late and
I think I've seen this shadow show
It will end with us in a desert sun on a plateau looking off in constant debate
We're always finding all of our own mistakes
Unknown and we won't find a way out
We're always finding all of our own mistakes
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