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Cathedral
03:14
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cathedral, all the words in your mouth are full.
you’re trying to say you won’t, but you will.
cathedral, you read slow; you’re kind to my dumb.
in sleep I commit to wake and to come –
but I can’t reach you across the big room where you’ve gone.
will I let you down? I don’t owe you now, cathedral.
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2. |
A Long Glow
03:43
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quiet in the teacher’s closed fist; we came to see, but now we resist. hidden with skill, there must be a reward for us - master’s trick, or “enough’s enough.”
although we’ve tried to aim without aiming,
you just come by: tired of waiting.
if we beg for it, isn’t it what we deserve?
if we’d kill to get full, shouldn’t we admit when we get nothing?
I can’t cry because it doesn’t seem fair to
put your head inside my head – where the flowers fell across the tile, and the mirror shows there’s no one else.
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3. |
In Color
03:21
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are we the same kind? I haven’t seen it yet – does that make me a liar? while you weigh one debt against another, I’ve paid mine.
young, we try to last. but we’re built to turn to this, imagining the past; we could sing one fiction after another or change, at last.
every time that we turn to black and white:
“were we ever in color?”
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4. |
Every Crime
02:57
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I don’t mean to give more to you than I get.
it’s a habit, it’s a face I wear with regret – just
killing time down here in this room where I live.
almost every crime, cleaned up – down here in this room where I live.
no, it doesn’t hurt: forget the ones from before. tell the loaded ghosts that they can’t fly anymore, just killing time down here in this room where I live.
almost every crime, cleaned up – down here in this room where I live.
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5. |
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way out on the bow is where you'll find me,
waiting for someone to come along and make up my mind.
I can't face a life of commitment, the permanence and faith
that comes with it; I won't reach for a single fig tonight.
will I wither by my own hand,
or be handsome rewarded for me forever fear of staying in one place?
even when they know, I guard my secrets.
they might all be small, but they belong right here
with my forever fear of staying in one place.
ceremonies don't comfort me.
I cannot be wrong, I'm right.
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6. |
Gray
04:15
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gray car on my street: this could be it. this could be the gray car I died waiting for.
you pull into my driveway and forget why,
and nothing’s safe that’s open so wide. I didn’t stand a chance. gray car, don’t laugh - I was sick, and you thought I couldn’t get better.
not if I tried. what do you know about coming back to life?
you took me to the beach and the good fence released on the way back to your house.
we’re awful as can be; I’m a secret, I agree – and you’re so discreet that everybody knows you’re killing me.
gray car, why won’t you choose?
are you scared to see that it’s been you?
gray car, you bothered for a child left in doubt -
left behind, there is no fixing this now.
I won’t get in again, and you won’t turn around.
we’re awful as can be; I’m a secret, I agree – and you’re so discreet that everybody knows you’re killing me.
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7. |
Echoes
03:05
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my death is echoes of everything that I've heard.
my death is echoes of the fantasy that I mourn.
my death is echoes of the bad lessons that I've learned.
my death is my death; I earned it when I was born, with you.
say you wanna die, too.
my death is echoes of the dark I send me inside.
my death is echoes of the holy, holiest white -
and you say you wanna die, too.
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8. |
Strange Thing
03:48
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is this body for me -- a broken-in token that I can keep? because I just hold out two hands to carry, from anyone that can give, some good sense of what to do with it.
and when I wake up and my god is still asleep,
I lay with him for as long as it takes. it’s a strange, strange thing pretending I’m not awake.
and when I rush toward any mouth that’s open for me, am I greater than? and when I die in places that you cannot see, am I really dead? and when I beg for mercy in the land of competition, do I get ahead?
can I ask, what is winning? it’s a strange thing.
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9. |
High / Mighty
04:09
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floating over your bed, I was high –
high and mighty, looked into your mind.
saw everything that I wanted;
captured it inside my resin,
and I’ll keep you here.
driving over that bridge, you were mine --
high and mighty, almost all the time.
got everything that I came for;
further, just two-and-a-half more,
until I keep you here.
moving out of your town, that main drag’s
high and mighty. you’re counting what you had.
got everything that you came for;
swallowed the smoke off the dashboard,
now I’ll keep you here.
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10. |
Come In Last
02:51
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phantom ring of the telephone, and no one asks.
wires tapped, it’s not so bad: the way they see you
when you come in last.
ghosts in all the eyes I see around me.
I’m not trying to be tough at all.
the way they see you, when they know you’re off.
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11. |
Youngest
03:48
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let it all go.
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12. |
Heaviest Metals
04:50
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heaviest metals, when I breathe I breathe you out.
I build a fire to burn down; and when I lie, I light you up.
how did you learn to be?
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