1. |
Wake Up
06:09
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Floating on the way,
Didn’t call,
At the front gate.
I don’t want to waste this.
At the Grand Lake,
With the lights,
Western facing.
I don’t want to waste this.
Go on, sunken eyes tend to,
Hold on, let me fall into,
Your arms, feel the weight fall,
And wake up, from the light across my room.
Still floating on the way,
Lost time,
When I left late.
Swear I’m not wasting.
At the Grand Lake,
With the lights,
Western facing.
Swear I’m not wasting.
Strung up like the past,
Lit up like a match.
Go on, sunken eyes tend to,
Hold on, let me fall into,
Your arms, feel the weight fall,
And wake up, from the light across my room.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you love.
Pull apart and chew you up. (x3)
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2. |
Stevie
05:10
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Comatose,
As I sat in the elm groves.
And woke to the sound of my own voice.
Facing all that I used to be,
No matter what I used to think,
Not sure if I was in a dream.
Now stone,
Listen to the wind blow.
And howl for the sake of howling long.
Strip the weight of my back,
And move along.
Freewheeling,
In all of this,
I’m such a rolling stone.
I can only hold on,
For so long.
I can only hold on,
For so long.
Now holy ghost,
Cut through my soul.
So you can call me Stevie from now on,
Retire my old name,
And let my gold ring,
And chain,
Throw my weight.
Freewheeling,
In all of this,
I’m such a rolling stone.
I can only hold on,
For so long.
I can only hold on,
For so.
Let me gold ring,
And chain.
Throw my weight. (x4)
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3. |
Canary
05:14
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Why don’t we see if the market agrees,
To all the technicolor dreams we all see.
Filled with furniture in midcentury.
Now I’m hugging on the shoulder of the Northern coast,
End up in a gated neighborhood in Palo Alto.
Keep your eyes wide open,
I’m looking for a moment.
But I’m running out of reason,
To keep my windows open.
I know that time won’t speak,
Show the tricks that it has up its sleeve.
Take the wheel while I go to sleep,
Spend the night in my own back seat.
All night we drove through the state,
Hoping to find ourselves on the way.
And I know this feeling won’t stay,
But I hope that I won’t be the last bird,
To let go.
Found a new light for your room,
Swear we’ll never look the same through this view.
Cus now we face,
An open valley.
If that’s what you want.
Get a private realization that the future is one.
There’s no other way to spin it,
Guess I’ve run out of love.
There’s an open valley where you are.
Keep your eyes wide open,
Looking for a moment.
I know that time won’t speak,
Show the tricks that it has up its sleeve.
Take the wheel while I go to sleep,
Spend the night in my own back seat.
All night we drove through the state,
Hoping to find ourselves on the way.
And I know this feeling won’t stay,
But I hope that I won’t be the last bird,
To let go.
Yellow canary,
Chose your cage over wings. (x2)
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4. |
Sender
05:29
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Weather drama coming in,
Cool air in the plains.
Can’t complain about a single thing.
Maybe if the world would stop turning.
I’ve been young and I’ve been old,
Laid in the bed of a marigold,
Now stand at the crest of another year.
Bank on the season for the way I feel.
Hit lows and find highs,
You’re in for some harsh nights.
And hide out in the daylight,
With no clearly defined border lines,
Now stumble to find your center.
On cloud nine to five,
Finding life between the lines.
Let the weather decide your wine,
Until we stumble to find the center of your world.
Stumble to find the center of your world.
Now guilt and the shame,
Pull apart your soul, your name.
Until a hollow shell remains,
Still we stumble to find your center.
Hit lows and find highs,
You’re in for some harsh nights.
Hide out in the daylight,
With no clearly defined border lines,
Now stumble to find your center.
With no one to guide our ways, (helped our minds to escape),
Made it out alive I’d say, (in the daylight we stayed),
In the daylight we stayed, (made it out alive I’d say)
Helped our minds to escape, (with no one to guide our ways).
Fall, I know the waste of time is not your fault.
Get me home before you know,
That I’m gone.
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5. |
Green Eyes
03:46
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In the midnight hour,
Laid out in bed.
To keep,
Safe from the cold night.
The past few years have got me,
Standing in the doorway.
Sit down,
Come in from the outside.
Your green eyes,
You may never meet mine.
Your green eyes,
You may never meet mine.
No love wasn’t foreign,
We knew, ones before this.
Embrace,
And only drift away.
So lean into the feeling,
Feign interest for no reason.
Come morning,
We both knew you wouldn’t stay.
Your green eyes,
You may never meet mine.
Your green eyes,
You may never meet mine.
While goodbye is not forever,
Farewell my getaway.
And maybe we’ll meet,
In a different time and place.
And if hello may be harder,
When all my mistakes,
Grab hold,
And they get in our way.
Your green eyes,
You may never meet mine.
Your green eyes,
You may never meet mine.
So I get along on courage,
To a kindred young spirit.
Prove,
That I’m still alive.
Give up on all the anger,
To the heavens and stars.
Realize,
The choice is never mine.
If only just realize,
The choice is never mine.
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6. |
Lessons
05:57
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Hello my old friend,
Seems that we’ve met again,
And I know the drill.
Fear in the let go,
Run in the shadows.
So it goes.
Hello my old friend,
Now I know your intent.
Gray, black and fill,
Dirt under my nails,
Wind in my torn sails.
Money I would spend it all to clear my name.
Funny how wasted time can feel this way,
Write it off as, yet another day.
Calling on your name and finally turn the page.
Finally turn the page.
Money I would spend it all to clear my name.
Funny how wasted time can feel this way,
Write it off as, yet another day.
Calling on your name and finally turn the page.
Finally turn the page.
Money I would spend it all to clear my name.
Funny how wasted time can feel this way,
Write it off as, yet another day.
Calling on your name and finally turn the page.
Lessons from the sage.
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