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Curveball
04:22
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Shoulder to shoulder, the line extended back
The buzzing floodlights illuminate the black
Stadium reverberates the population’s roar
Nine years old, a wonder that he’s never felt before
They seemed microscopic
From the nosebleed seats
Clouds of earth are kicked up
From beneath their cleats
Couldn’t quite believe
The heroes from my screen
Who I’d pretend to be
Playing just for me
Shoulder to shoulder, we watched in awestruck joy
He sent the curveball propelling through the void
Stadium reverberates the population’s roar
Nine years old, a wonder that he’s never felt before
Heroes from my screen
Playing just for me
Cherished memories
The darkness can’t compete
Playing just for me
Cherished memories
Of when I felt complete
Shoulder to shoulder, we watched in awestruck joy
He sent the curveball propelling through the void
Stadium reverberates the population’s roar
Nine years old, a wonder that he’s never felt before
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2. |
Flooded Basement
04:31
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Took in the world with grateful eyes
Before I was desensitized
Present tense is my slow demise
No novelty and no surprise
Warp me back to those simpler times
With nothing to romanticize
Water up to my waist in
A muddy, flooded basement
Unwilling disengagement
Makes this overflow seem painless
Torrents, they trap me down below
With no resolve to block the flow
Old photo albums decompose
Memories begin to soak
Stand here and shiver all alone
Simpler times drowning slow
Water up to my waist in
A muddy, flooded basement
Unwilling disengagement
Makes this overflow seem painless
Sunrays jolt me awake and restore my soul
I resurface in search of a sight to behold
You invited me in, said we’d weather the storm
Hope your offer still stands, cause I’d love to keep warm
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3. |
Raindrops (Acoustic)
05:35
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Part I: “Raindrops”
Stay a while, make me feel strong
Be my triumph, my victory song
Stay a while, make me feel strong
Be my triumph
Let’s breathe in bright pink raindrops
Sit back and ride clouds to work
Build a pair of leaning towers
Admire our handiwork
Look down at the passersby
Throw things down to pass the time
Get drunk on our contentment
Above the power lines
Sit around and lavishly languish
Up above, we learn the birds’ language
Remind ourselves it could all be worse
Endless amounts of sky that we can search
Sit around and lavishly languish
Up above, we learn the birds’ language
Spend our days in aimless luxury
Playing tag at 18,000 feet
Sit around and lavishly languish
Up above, we learn the birds’ language
Might be selfish, but it can’t be wrong
Be my triumph, be my victory song
Part II: “I Could See Midnight Sky”
Middle of nowhere
Stranded by choice
Shedding our old skin
Finding our voice
Numbers in sequence
Systems and gears
Tend to the machine
And expose all its fears
We left that flat land
Kinder, more wise
When we find what we’ve searched for
Won’t believe our eyes
Sit around and lavishly languish (Loneliness is searing)
Up above, we learn the birds’ language (My flesh and my spirit)
Remind ourselves it could all be worse (On a grill in the summer)
Endless amounts of sky that we can search (The whole neighborhood hears it)
Sit around and lavishly languish (Dorm rooms in the winter)
Up above, we learn the birds’ language (And cars with no A/C)
Spend our days in aimless luxury (Playing for kids who never cared)
Playing tag at 18,000 feet (You’re still always who I need)
Sit around and lavishly languish (Now you levitate toward me)
Up above, we learn the birds’ language (Look in your eyes and I feel free)
Might be selfish, but it can’t be wrong (Roaring flames reduced to embers)
Be my triumph, be my victory song (All the smoke clear in November)
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4. |
Chalk Dust (Acoustic)
03:06
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Wake up and choose an identity
One that will make them depart from me
These halls seem endless, they haunt my dreams
All that I want is to not be seen
No way out
Homeless, heading south
No condemnation but from myself
That constant judgment, that ringing bell
Torn down by all of their vicious words
At what point are they all just confirmed?
No way out
Homeless, heading south
Chalk dust inside my airways
Twelve years ago on replay
I can’t accept your embrace
Held hostage by my headspace
No way out
Homeless, heading south
No way out
Homeless, heading south
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5. |
Glitter
03:45
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Bleak winter storm
Try to keep warm
Earmuffs and gloves
Contemplate above
Trudge up our hill
Glitter snow angel
Bring in the dog
Barks echo on
Sing loud enough
To wake the dead
But not enough
To escape our bed
This sphere called home
Ménage claustrophobe
Not free to roam
Outside our snow globe
There’s a crack on our hallowed haven
Just when I thought that we had gave in
Spreading faster it shatters open
It was better than we were hoping
The night sky’s never looked so clear
And the wind we can finally hear her
We look back on our winter palace
One last time lift our frosted chalice
Here’s to snow, hugs and warmth and laughter
Let’s go live our forever after
Let’s go live our forever after
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6. |
Jeremiah Tried
05:50
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It’s warm, but there’s no warmth
You called me
It’s dark, and I feel scorned
You called me
Turn the heater back on
Before my feet can touch the flooring
Can’t believe I’m stuck here
Jeremiah tried to warn me
I dug, back underground
You found me
The stars, they turned around
You found me
Turn the heater back on
Before my feet can touch the flooring
Why did I buy this field?
Jeremiah tried…
I cried, and yelled and screamed
You loved me
I fail, miserably
You love me
I drove around and searched all over the place
When Babylon was where I was meant to stay
Don’t listen to me when I say I’m okay
But I keep singing
Praying for rain while captive in desert heat
I know the well is deep, but can it fill me?
You brought them mana, but why can’t I go free?
When I keep singing, when I keep singing
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