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Echo
01:00
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dim lights set the scene
nothing on the table but the ashtray
nothing but the ashes in the ashtray
You enter stage left into the bedroom
You say my name four times
I say your name four times back
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2. |
Village On Fire
02:28
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there was once a little village in eastern europe that used to believe that if you lit yourself on fire you’d be born again in a universe exactly like this one but on a different planet and they believed you would retain all your memories all your memories from this life
and almost every man did it when they turned 16 yeah almost every male village did it when they turned 16. and no one stopped the women if they tried. oh they used to believe that they’d be brought into a new life a new world. and they believed they would have great luck and fortune in this new life. oh yes oh yes they claimed to even communicate with the people who had burned themselves, who had burned themselves to death. yes they claimed in this village in eastern europe somewhere that they could communicate with the dead, because they weren’t really dead, just living real real real real far away now
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3. |
We'll Love Us
03:32
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It's a far cry from seven years ago
When we said goodbye to a love we thought we'd never get to know
We said those words but We didnt really believe
Wishful thinking is hoping to make real all our pipe dreams
It's a long cry as our bodies interlock
Tears of indeterminate origin stream as we recover from the shock
We have many things to say but we don't say a word
This is real we're ok though our emotions may be stirred
Yes our emotions are stirred like the soup we made last night
We had this dream of being cryptozoologists and now Bigfoot is in our sight
We don't have a camera but even if we did with our luck the footage would get lost
This is real we're ok we will preserve this at all cost
It's a far cry from all the years we were out of touch
When we struggled to hold onto any memories of us
We thought we had faded away, straight out of existence
Wishful thinking can turn pipe dreams into drainage systems with enough persistence
It's a long cry as tears stream down our skin
We almost can't believe we are in the room we're in
We look into our eyes the words we say won't be disavowed
This is real we're ok though we're not sure how
Yes we're not sure how any of this is happening
It's like stumbling upon Bigfoot and then it opens up its mouth and sings
We have nothing to record the beautiful sound we hear
This is real we're ok these are the moments we'll hold dear
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4. |
Root Vegetable Cuddles
01:35
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You and I are cuddling
It’s the dead of night and I hear a heart beating
Not sure if it’s yours or Mine
Or if it’s both of ours in sync
You are asleep now breathing heavily
Our cat is underneath our bed resting silently on a suitcase
God is somewhere—nowhere near us
Not like god would fit well in our friend circle anyway
You know sometimes
We talk about things that make us uncomfortable
But that’s ok because
A lot of what life is is uncomfortable
Truth is the truth no matter what it makes you feel
And even if it makes you cry or scream it’s still real
And if you ask me that’s the important part
And if you ask god, god will tell you I should have a doctor look at my heart
Woahhhh lalalalala
Wooooahh!! Lalalalala
Hey hey
I love you
Hey! Hey!
I LOVE YOU
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5. |
The First Night Terror
01:47
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I had a dream last night. There was a fire burning bright. I had a dream last night. It was a nightmare. I saw you there. You had a torch in one hand, all around you was flames. Our house shining in the background. Your eyes were brighter than the fire. You opened your mouth and you started to sing, but it wasn't your voice. No it wasn't your voice. It was deep and demonic and it was scary. And then the tprch in your hand turned into a machete. You came rushing at me and you stabbed me in my heart. I started bleeding. I was praying for death but it wouldn't come and in that same voice you started mocking me. All I could see was fire. All I could see were your eyes and then I woke up.
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When I'm walking to the bus stop in the morning I know I didn't miss the bus yet if there's people waiting there.Yeah there are always people waiting there at the bus stop in the morning. It's kinda funny though y’Know cause I rarely see the same person waiting twice. Routine escapes them I guess. Routine has its teeth sunken into my chest. I can't escape routine
Riding the bus though the same time every morning there are a few people you see fairly often. Wonder if my bus mates are aware that they're riding in routines cold coffin. I guess you could say routine drives them. I can't escape routine.
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7. |
Of Empires and Umpires
02:36
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Stock the rags
Shoot the tags
Get the bags / fill them with the trash from the floor
Don't plant your flag until you know what it stands for
Don't be mad at comrades
For doing what's best for themselves for a change
That's a silly reason to hold a grudge don't you think
Why hate the player when your problem is with the game
Read the rule book
Shelter all crooks
Find your family in your humble home
At the days end when you stumble home
Don't be mad at comrades
For doing what's best for themselves for a change
That's a silly reason to hold a grudge don't you think
Why hate the player when your problem is with the game
And I think about these things a lot you know
Who we are, where we're at and where we should go
And sometimes I even think it's all bullshit
Yeah maybe it's all bullshit
Forgive yourself, shit happens
Forgive them too if you want-or don't but why stop laughing
Fight till you're tired then choose if you want to fight some more
I know people who have fought till they lay dead on the floor
Don't be mad at comrades
For doing what's best for themselves for a change
That's a silly reason to hold a grudge don't you think
Why hate the player when your problem is with the game
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8. |
Shards
03:18
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Why does my brain feel so distant from my body
And why does the person in the mirror
not look like the person I expect to see in the mirror
How does one reconcile her beliefs
When she used to be friends with the man she used to be
Well I’m still friends with myself at least I think
Argue with myself more times a day than there are dishes in the kitchen sink
Bad thoughts skate around in my head like my brain is an ice rink
My life like this house is a mess and it stinks
Why do I let it all go to disrepair
I know I have the tools to fix it up yes I can see them right there
But The disconnect is real like all your love and care
Time to get to work it’s only fair
Well me and you will be friends forever at least I think
You dry the dishes after I wash them in the sink
Together you and I are olympians on the rink
You tie up the trash I’ll take it out cause it stinks
Clean home clean soul I’m a beautiful girl
No mess no clutter you’re a beautiful girl
Depression hasn’t left and neither have you
You have my back and I don’t know what to do
Why do I still feel so confused
Hasn’t it been long enough for me to get used to
Oh how I love it every time you say my name
How is it though you say it some twenty thousand times it’s never quite the same
Well we work so well together don’t you think
Our hopes and dreams are rising while the fears and doubts sink
I am beginning to skate without falling on the rink
This life with you is sweet let’s work hard together to make sure it will never stink
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Thanks again for the great work today
I hope you feel like you are doing good
Yeah that’s what I’m saying
Sorry to be a weird person but I’m not sure what I want
Remember how much we were supposed to be
No one can ever get it back
And if you ask for a better place to stay
You can just go home
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10. |
Dreamy Old World
03:23
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Memories that aren't my own
Walking south on telephone road
Going down a Dumpster slide or something I don't know
Call me vexed in this world that's not my own
Party every night in the warehouse I call home
until It got torn down to make room for a highway or something I don't know
It's vivid like I lived it
It's cryptic like I always miss it
It's nothing but a memory that isn't
Is it all gone
Is it all gone
Is it
Memories that aren't my own
Lost my Watch in the wall of my childhood home
I guess I knocked it over in there while they were adding in the garage or something i don’t know
Don't call me revolutionary in this world that's not my own
Everyone will tell you I'm nobody's hero
But maybe, just maybe you were mine or something I don't know
It's vivid cause I lived it
It's cryptic cause I have always missed it
It's nothing but a memory that isn’t
It's going away I think
It's going away I think
It's going away
If it's not mine then why do I feel obligated
If it's not mine then have I infiltrated
If it's not mine then should I have not waited
It will never come back
It will never come back
This is different
It's vivid as though I've lived it enough
It's cryptic as if I'll never give it up
It's nothing but a memory that's not my own
It's gone
It's gone
And I've grown
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11. |
Get Ready
02:40
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Stephens dead and I’m wondering if it’s all connected
Conspiracy theories fly in my mind like endangered birds
They need to be protected
The strange voicemail on your phone and those weird texts that you got
Threats that come off as promises after you translate the words
It was just here now it’s not
Get ready in a month from now there will be a terrible storm like you can’t believe
You know you’ve seen the maelstrom before
But you never considered it might be more vision than metaphor
What’s the cause of all this? And I must know who’s behind it!
Start collecting evidence like it’s your reason for living
Only the ignorant can’t find it
You realized it too,connected all the same foreign dots
All signs point toward the end, do you think your god is forgiving
I really hope mine is not
Get ready for a new world to come crashing down on you like you can’t believe
You had those dreams so so so so many times before
But you never thought they could ever be anything more
More than just a simple nebulous metaphor
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12. |
Find What's Lost
02:45
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i guess its true when you say I don’t have a care in the world
I guess its true when you say ---anything
at least thats what i used to think
at least thats what i used to think
like its not even just one really really really really really big lie
its a million other little lies
and the medium sized ones
all sorts of different sizes
all sorts of varied surprising surprises
why don’t you ask me to describe my mind
why don’t you ask me for help from time to time
why is the door shut
i guess i know the answer to that last one
my mind is like, its like something
say like an old shoe box with anything except shoes in it
behind a shut door, in the top shelf
in the back of a closet
yeah my mind is like that
i knew what was in there once
i used to know what was in there
and now i forget
so I’m asking you
now i forget
yeah i don’t have a clue
but at some point i mustve told you
yeah somewhere along the line i must have told you
because why wouldn’t have I
cause i used to tell you everything
and i thought you used to too
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13. |
Coyote Springs Reunion
03:51
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Let me tell you a story about a recurring dream I’ve been having for the last year and a half. It happens the same time like clockwork every Saturday morning and it’s always exactly the same.
A beautiful girl, never seen her in my life, is standing in front of me. She’s covered in flames. I tell her to stop drop and roll but she says no. Then she says her flames cannot be extinguished. She goes on to tell me that the fire she burns in was started by Stephen. That’s when I ask her, I always ask her to tell me her story. And that’s always when I wake up and the clock always reads 4:14.
I just want to know who she is. I just want to know who you are. I’m just trying to figure out what this all means. I just want to know what does this make me?
I am a woman who can’t stop dreaming of another woman on fire. I had that dream again last night but this time it was different. This time the flames climbed higher, but it started off the same.
A beautiful unknown girl talking me up about inextinguishable flames. But when she told me the origin of her fire I didn’t ask her anything. No I just walked into the flames right with her, she grabbed my hands and started to sing.
She sang a song all about a girl on fire. She sang a song that told me everything I need to know about the girl of my dreams She sang a song about a girl who fought for and won everything. She sang a song about a stranger in my dreams.
I don’t know if I have woken up yet because every time I close my eyes I can smell the smoke and the heat is getting hard to take. Oh I see us burning down to ashes. I feel her hand in mine and my god her voice is beautiful. I see burning down to ashes to ground. I see us burning down to the ground like we both deserve.
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14. |
The Echo's Echo
03:01
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When I was my most desperate I tuned into the static
So it’s no wonder I fell in love with the radio
The nature of time is both uncertain and predictable
So no wonder I can hear the echoes echo
The truth always repeats itself if you’re really listening
I can’t sleep tonight And if home is always where you fall asleep
Does that Make me homeless
I have a secret I’d tell you if I knew it was one you could keep
Yeah I fell in love with the static
For years that’s what I called home
And After a while it became deafening
When I couldn’t hear you anymore is when I knew I had to go
The truth always repeats itself if you’re really listening
I can’t sleep tonight And if home is always where you fall asleep
Does that Make me homeless
I have a secret I’d tell you if I knew it was one you could keep
You told me once all truths are founded on lies
And I told you once you are paranoid
We screamed at each other until the sun came up
We screamed at each other until we had enough
Yeah we screamed until we realized we’d never be louder than the static
By the end we were so tired
Oh yeah we’ve been tired for a long long time
We didn’t even realize our bosses choked us until we were fired
The truth always repeats itself if you really listen
I can’t sleep tonight And if home is always where you fall asleep
Does that Make me homeless
I know it doesnt butI have a secret I’d tell you if I knew it was one you could keep
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