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NYE
02:03
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I remember; it was 10 years ago
Thinking about where I'd be, where I am right now
I thought I'd be further along, thought I wouldn't be alone
I thought I'd be someone that made me proud
But this year I can only hope to make that extra day count
I remember; it was 3 years ago
Ringing in the New Year head in the clouds
Noise makers making sounds
There were streamers falling down
Now it's quiet- no confetti on the ground
But this year I can only hope to make that extra day count
This New Year's Eve my resolution will be to make a life that's worth not giving up on
I'll do my best to mend what broke during the years that I was sick without a cure
I'll make that extra day count
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Vacation Town
03:11
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In a vacation town that’s nearly vacant now a woman won’t move out, she’s far too proud
Proud of what she’s seen when she was thirteen
History repeats, those that thrive still bleed
‘You and I’ are going through some changes
‘You and I’ will find a way to save us
‘You and I’ are the only thing that make this air worth breathing
In a vacation town that’s nearly vacant now, desolated by winds ice covers the ground
There’s a liquor store doing well all year round, I guess there’s not much to do but drink (Drink it down)
The months in between the busy seasons are rough but they say “some warmth is worth some freezing”
I don’t understand the locals but I understand their reasons because when I look at you- oh darling I believe it
‘You and I’ are going through some changes
‘You and I’ will find a way to save us
‘You and I’ are the only thing that make this air worth breathing
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3. |
Anything//Everything
03:48
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You wrapped your arms around me, said that you don’t wanna leave
But you gotta go, you gotta go
When will I learn anything, I always fuck up everything
Wiped your tears and held back mine, never been good at goodbyes
But you gotta know, you gotta know
I love you more than anything, I always fuck up everything
What would I have to say to make you turn around and stay
I don’t do well alone, walk back through that door
The locks won’t change by any means, you keep those keys
If actions speak louder than words I’d throw myself right off the earth
If you’d hear me clear, I need you here
Without you I’m not anything, you’re my everything
I’ll be waiting for you when you get home
I’ll leave the porch light on and listen to your favorite song
I’ll be waiting for you when you get home
Don’t take too long or forget about me when you’re gone
Don’t you take too long
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4. |
Spring
03:08
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The past is set in stone, I can’t re-write my wrongs
I’ve got a pen in hand, I plan to make my story long
From a soiled ground gardens and graves can grow
On Judgement Day they don’t measure the notches on the wall
I don’t know where I should go- I can’t tell my South from North
Though my ship won’t stay its course, I’ll sail forward hopeful that the
Wind and ocean currents bring shores that sing Vivaldi’s Spring
If war brings/makes peace to/with violent things, then I’ll swing at the demons pulling the strings
The sky caped in black, Thunder heralds a storm
Electric skies flash bright on the horizon
The panic in my chest makes it hard to breathe
I’d pray to God but I never took him seriously
I don’t know where I should go- I can’t tell my South from North
Though my ship won’t stay its course, I’ll sail forward hopeful that the
Wind and ocean currents bring shores that sing Vivaldi’s Spring
If war brings peace to violent things, then I’ll swing at the demons pulling the strings
Live on the frontlines tensions rise, bearing arms
Silent fields set to blow, missiles sound the alarms
Soldiers at attention, ready at a mention to open fire
Live on the frontlines the battle rages on
Dropping shells left and right, sounding off dusk to dawn
Soldiers at attention, ready at a mention to charge
I don’t know where I should go- I can’t tell my South from North
Though my ship won’t stay its course, I’ll sail forward hopeful that the
Wind and ocean currents bring shores that sing Vivaldi’s Spring
If war brings peace to violent things, then I’ll swing at the demons pulling the strings
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5. |
Westport
03:37
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That night we crashed a wedding out in Westport we were living lighter; we were walking on water
I saw a side of you that I’ve never seen, I wish you could’ve caught her
If only that moment lingered longer
I don’t mind just getting by as long as I’m getting high
We grind down our teeth with expectations of future selves
Pressure builds from those who occupy the pictures on our shelves
No one can guarantee their tomorrow, so we might as well bask in the afterglow
Those versions of ourselves still await us
I don't mind just getting by as long as I'm getting high
We laid in the park to end the season
The stars told us stories and we, yeah we lost track of time
I could’ve sworn that I was dreaming
Molecules became untethered
Our ceiling was the sky
There was more to our lungs than merely breathing
More to our limbs than reaching- it’s ladders that they climbed
There was more to our hearts than simply beating
They became our compasses and
Our ceiling was the sky
We hiked through the woods hunting completion
Debated over lefts we’ve taken but sometimes ‘left is right’
We turned over stones in search of meaning
Found our way at elevation
Our ceiling was the sky
Some moments will become memories and
Dreams so vivid we relive them- I always press rewind
To ripping safety nets that we were weaved in
We took a chance on a feeling
Our ceiling was the sky
I don’t mind just getting by as long as I’m getting high
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6. |
Song No. 6
02:49
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When Tylenol can’t rid the ache you get when your ribs expand
Every breath that you take reminds you of the war at hand
I can never fall asleep and when I do I’ll sleep for days
When the fog won’t dissipate and horizons can’t be made clear
The light right in front of your face gets lost and seems to disappear
I’m always looking down at my feet so unsure of what step to take
I need to be shown the way
I can never fall asleep and when I do I’ll sleep for days
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7. |
Ball Game
00:33
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Take me out to the ball game
Take me out with the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack
I don't care if I ever get back
We will root, root root for the home team
IF THEY DON'T WIN IT'S A SHAME (it's a god damn shame)
Because it's 1, 2, 3 strikes you're out at the old ball game
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8. |
Dog Days (Opening Day)
04:09
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I'm giving up today; It's 10am and I'm staring at the ceiling fan
The fences that we're swinging for seem to be drifting further away deep into the distance each time that we're the plate and we're striking out
I'm withering away; The whole part of me is ironically half-heartedly a fraction on display
You can see it in the bags that hang under my eyes
I'm going grey, I'm only 25- Jesus Christ
I've only lived about a quarter life
It breaks your heart, it's meant to from the start
A pennant race but we lost the chase
In the Dog Days here we are
Dragging On, Shadows growing long
Stranded on base far from the gates
We'll wait til' next year
We'll wait til' next year
The joy in the boxscore dies through the season
Cheers from the crowd slowly turn into crickets
I long for spot-light, I'm chasing that feeling
Of us in the backyard, life had its meaning
We were in it together, now we're torn at the seems
Fighting for something, now we're down on knees
But on Opening Day we had hope we had faith
Destined for so much more
But on Opening Day we had hope we had fiat
I want to be so much more
It breaks your heart, it's meant to from the start
A pennant race but we lost the chase
In the Dog Days here we are
Dragging On, Shadows growing long
Stranded on base far from the gates
We'll wait til' next year
We'll wait til' next year
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9. |
Jukebox
03:00
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10. |
Coney Island
03:16
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We were making out listening to sad songs, kissing the worries away
The weight of the air on our shoulders did change, but still- the sad songs they played
We talked about our scars and how we got them, the ones that hurt the most but aren’t seen
In place of those wounds we had/got ‘hope’ tattoo’d
at Coney Island on the Cyclone by the sea
And when the roughest waves come crashing down, down, down
Together we’ll find beauty in their sound
With your hand in mine you’ll never drown, drown, drown
Through the roughest waves I’ll stick around
The nightmares inside my brain- I can’t stop them
when I’m alone wrapped up in these sheets
But with your hair in my face taking up the empty space in my arms now honey that’s the dream
Captive I keep back my true feelings, when vulnerable I cover up my sleeve
But I surrendered my guns, hands up in the front
At Coney Island on the Cyclone by the sea
And when the roughest waves come crashing down, down, down
Together we’ll find beauty in their sound
With your hand in mine you’ll never drown, drown, drown
Through the roughest waves I’ll stick around
I thought happily ever after was only fiction, convinced that ‘true love’ was make-believe
But forever I was changed when our picture was framed
At Coney Island on the Cyclone by the sea
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11. |
Bleeding Out
03:24
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12. |
Calendar Year
03:23
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