1. |
Wanna Be
02:21
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Carbine
Carbonic needs
Yeah he's got you where he wants you
Then he leaves
Take these
Chase it with a drink
Yeah it feels good
Yeah I'm seeing clearly
I just didn't wanna be
Two lines as we dance across the floor
Wonder which way is the right way
Kick a wake into the dirt
Been outside but now I hang my head around
Can you tell me which direction is the quickest out of town
Pretty people
And all their pretty things
I don't trust by what you do
Just what I see
Bare the weight
Of your heavy metal wings
Yeah they're moving
Yeah they're really moving
They just didn't wanna be
Two lines as we across the floor
Wonder which way is the right way
Kick a wake into the dirt
Been outside but now I hang my head around
Can you tell me which direction is the quickest out of town
Can you tell me which direction is the quickest out of town
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2. |
Mother's Day
03:36
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Did it feel like it was fleeting?
Don't worry, you'll settle down
At the end of the day
Today just wasn't true
Well, your hands are always empty
Come on and drag me down
The spiral of repeating
Do what you always do
Did it feel like it was wasted
Or was it only you?
The bar was always there
The door just never shuts
Your mother gave you praise
But your mother doesn't know
'Cause at the end of her day
Her days are always true
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3. |
Easy To Mind
03:45
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Pictures turn around the dial
There she waits along the side
With her pockets of filth around the room
And she waits for her one to decide
Got her arms around a few
What they would do for a little time
Span the length of the color fields
Hang on for a spell in the wicked mile
Every penalty is crude
The subtleties of drinking wine
In her hands, are they gifts or are they tools?
Pressure making pain easy to mind
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4. |
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Pictures turn around the dial
There she waits along the side
With her pockets of filth around the room
And she waits for her one to decide
Got her arms around a few
What they would do for a little time
Span the length of the color fields
Hang on for a spell in the wicked mile
Every penalty is crude
The subtleties of drinking wine
In her hands, are they gifts or are they tools?
Pressure making pain easy to mind
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5. |
SeeS
02:55
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Forty clean and forty halves are shipping off again
I'm better off unsure of hows and focus on the whens
A clean cut across my own clear-cut mind
Now I see the only sea that's carving off the edge
Where hand-me-downs are hand-me-downs and hand-me-downed again
A flood in the cloud still intact with the rind
Finally spent
A whistle blew at the corner dive and I headed in
Information held by little bits of just a little bit
The way isn't clear when the wires intertwine
I only see the only sea that's carving off the edge
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6. |
SeeS (Alt. Version)
03:05
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Forty clean and forty halves are shipping off again
I'm better off unsure of hows and focus on the whens
A clean cut across my own clear-cut mind
Now I see the only sea that's carving off the edge
Where hand-me-downs are hand-me-downs and hand-me-downed again
A flood in the cloud still intact with the rind
Finally spent
A whistle blew at the corner dive and I headed in
Information held by little bits of just a little bit
The way isn't clear when the wires intertwine
I only see the only sea that's carving off the edge
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7. |
Tethering
02:36
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By the end of my turn
She waits in the brush
And returns when the clocks give in
She only counts ones
And fives and tens
By the end she'll be gone again
It starts with her halves
But my haves and have-nots
Won't have to be something she needs
The simplest things
Are the things that I want
And she seems pretty simple to me
I am tethering
I am waiting for one new
I am tethering to
My thoughts are not quick
But her quick to the draw
Comes quickly with someone my speed
My death in the clay
Where the water runs thick
Will return me to her one day
I am tethering
I am waiting for one new
I am tethering to
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8. |
Hair of Berries
02:17
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Loss was quick
Like someone had planned it
An autumn long streak
That carries the weight of today
Of a bedridden boy
A sharp dressed chick
With a hair of berries
Is constantly there
But she's not really looking the same
Oh how wrong
Lust is a prick
But I love every moment
I gather my things
And throw them every which way
A spark, a dim
A track goes clicking
And housemates move away
The dust is so thick
I let it all settle
And it probably sticks
'Cause it knows it'll be back some day
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9. |
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I don't know if I can tell
I don't know if I can see the difference
In anyone or anything
What's the matter with my head?
I can see the ghost of past and pending
It's what you want and how I perceive
Like forcing spring
In summer time
Somehow acquired on the road
Every show is just a show of deception
If god forbids then I can't believe
Both hands required every stitch
From pain I sympathize the love around me
A push and pull, a force I need
A force of sleep
A slow of time
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10. |
Title Tracking
02:38
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See the world through the blue heat of the flame
She left before we got a chance to say goodbye
Forget the picture
Burn the bridges for fields
That pass between us
I can't close my eyes
I was bored halfway into the conversation
It's hard to tell what's real and I think I'm not
She tore out the pages
Disconnected her angels
Just give me a minute
I can't close my eyes
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11. |
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See the world through the blue heat of the flame
She left before we got a chance to say goodbye
Forget the picture
Burn the bridges for fields
That pass between us
I can't close my eyes
I was bored halfway into the conversation
It's hard to tell what's real and I think I'm not
She tore out the pages
Disconnected her angels
Just give me a minute
I can't close my eyes
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Clay Bed Submersible Portland, Oregon
My name is Keegan. Thank you for listening.
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