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First of May
03:17
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When will it be our time to go
When will it be our time to go
The ones who came before us
Never seemed to know
When will it be our time to go
Try to remember
Where is my true love to be
Where is my true love to be
She's in the rippled ocean
She's in a summer breeze
Where is my true love to be
Try to remember
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2. |
Yellow Sky
05:21
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Well I went for a run around sunset
The green leaves were melting with the yellow sky
I could feel the breath fill the space within my lungs
In that moment I felt free but I don't know why
Thought I saw you on the trail today
It wasn't you but I waved anyway
The stranger turned her head and she looked confused
There are worse mistakes to make
But know I was thinking of you
All this time
We think about the trail we leave behind
As for me
I'll always remember
The way you looked beneath the yellow sky
Like blessings form a mourning dove
The feeling comes back to you but you don't know why
The sunbeams on the water made me think of you
And the way you looked beneath the yellow sky
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3. |
High Tide
04:52
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I see a light that's out int he distance
it's not as bright as it used to be
days are getting longer
but it's so damn hard to see
I wanna hear the sound of the water
Sink my feet into the stream
the silent mile
is never quite as daunting as it seems
What have you got to lose
You can be afraid or put on your dancing shoes
But we ain't got nothing to hide
Our lives are only rearranging
Keep your head above the rising tide
I see that light that's out in the distance
I used to answer to its call
If you ain't got hope in something
Baby you ain't got nothing at all
What have you got to lose
You can be afraid or put on your dancing shoes
But we ain't got nothing to hide
Our lives are only rearranging
Keep your head above the rising tide
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4. |
Project 19
04:20
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5. |
Goodbye Monday
04:28
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So you're moving on
Got to get out of this town
'Cause nothing's keeping you around
All your friends have gone
And you know the time is now
To chase the air down south
How do you know in the moment?
Never a doubt til you're forced to make a move.
Places will go
If you let them
And people will change
You can't stop them
But you gotta know
It's nothing to do with you
I still dream about
Holidays in your old house
That's where I want to be
So so long, goodbye monday
All these visions in my mind
I hope they never leave
How could I know in the moment?
That's all I'd have to remember
All the good old days
Places will go
If you let them
And people will change
You can't stop them
But you gotta know
It's nothing to do with you
Good days don't live on
Time just sends you round and round
Til you're down and out
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6. |
Catching Satellites
03:10
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"This place is is good hands"
That's what you said to me
When you ran me through your plans
Sometimes you just know
When you've outstayed your welcome
And it's time for you to go
But you
You don't seem to worry
You forge ahead and leave it all behind
Because in th end
What's the difference?
Running through the wet grass
Hiding on a swing set
Nothing ever lasts for ever
But I'll always remember
Catching satellites
Nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing last forever in this life
Does it always rain this hard in Carolina?
Like a million tiny bullets hit the roof
You said it feels just like witness protection
"Eating noodles with ketchup like a shnook"
But I
I don't see it that way
It's funny playing house
While we slowly go insane
And at night
What's the difference?
Running through the wet grass
Hiding on a swing set
Nothing ever lasts for ever
But I'll always remember
Catching satellites
Nothing ever lasts forever
Nothing last forever in this life
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7. |
Better Off
04:48
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It was on a Thursday evening
The spirit in her died
Her heart just couldn’t take it anymore
She can still hear the wheezing
Feel his fever running high
And now she wonders what it all was for
She takes a drag of a cigarette
On the corner of Hector and Jones
The white noise of the highway’s fading out
A memory dismantled
Of a past she cannot handle
There’s nothing she can do about that now
The town they used to wander feels haunted now
She tries to find the beauty in decay
But it’s better off that way
There’s no more romantic time to fall in love
With something than the moment before it’s gone
She read that somewhere in a book
Her love was taken by a crook
She can’t see the sense in moving on
All that’s left are fragile little memories
It’s easy to forget the good old days
Maybe it's better off that way
And she may never know what she’s missing
The little moments that make up a life
A clinking of a glass
A day you thought would always last
The peace you find in a perfect summer night
All that's left are fragile little memories
It's easy to forget the good old days
Til then we bide our time
Take a number stand in line
Til there’s nothing left that we can say
Maybe it’s better off that way
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8. |
Writerly Anxiety
05:18
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Why do we go through the pain to write a song?
Where the verses somehow have to start
With running loop and a lone guitar
End the verse before a quiet part
Maybe your song is all about regret
You lament a life you haven’t finished yet
That your childhood days were so much better
Than the prison you’re living in or whatever
And you never know what the heck to say
When you hit record and then press play
Now the drums come in, the bass is sounding good
Things begin to feel just like they should
Then you need to add the singing part
But it’s hard for you to speak straight from the heart
About the changes in your life today
And how everything you know is going away
Now your moments here with all eyes on you
And it’s time to take the stage
And you wish like hell that you had something better to say
The time has come, we’ve finally reached the end
There’s still a hundred million things you’ve left unsaid
And you try and try to convince yourself that the time is worth the work
adding one more chorus never hurts
About how you wish you could see your friends again
Til you get the spins and it’s 4am
Only then will you finally understand
How you let it all get away
If there’s one thing that is clear to me
No song can tell your history
Still I’ll try like hell to find something better to say
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