1. |
Afterglow Kid
03:14
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I'm the afterglow kid,
I'm that dim radiant
of a far away TV.
I'm the hum up in that high box,
I might be far but I'm as fast as you can be.
I'm the starry night sky,
I am open wide.
Come and dance with me.
I'll shower you in light
on those dark stormy nights,
a passage across the sea.
I'm the afterglow kid,
I'm that dim radiant
of a far away TV.
I'm a spark,
I'm as bright as can be.
I'm the starry night sky,
I am open wide.
Come and dance with me.
I'll shower you in light
on those dark stormy nights,
a passage across the sea.
But woah is me, woah is me.
'Cause you're as blind as can be.
And even if you hear me,
it wouldn't mean a thing.
I can taste it,
I can smell it:
defeat.
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2. |
Waste of Time
02:28
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A distant ring,
a resounding ding,
as the static fades in and out.
Emotionless text,
a waitless what's next,
the feeling you get
when there's nothing left to get out.
A cry to me
from across the sea,
something full of unrelenting doubt.
Signal low,
conversation short and dull.
Look at the sky to pass the time.
But when push comes to shove
and you can see nothing,
no one clearly above,
oh, just it might be
a big waste of time.
Is it all just a waste of time?
Is it all just a waste of time?
Is it all just a waste of time?
Is it all just a waste of time?
Is it all just a waste of time?
Is it all just a waste of time?
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3. |
Carefully
03:14
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If it's true, my dear,
why then all this fear?
I hope it's not a dream.
Do you even see?
Wait for me, my dear,
the way's becoming clear.
She's the girl for me,
with whom I want to be?
Will she fall in love with me?
Wait for me, my dear,
the way's becoming clear.
Who's the girl for me?
She's just so hard to see.
Will she fall in love with me?
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4. |
Bite My Tongue
02:01
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Let me bite my tongue.
Let it fall to the ground,
let it hurt no one.
Let the words congeal
in a puddle on the ground
so no one has to know how I feel.
The devil speaks through me.
Yeah, he sees how I see.
Bad shit happens in threes.
So what does that say about you and me?
'Cause there's us,
there's you,
and there's me.
Bad shit happens in threes.
Let me bite my tongue.
Let me rip it out,
let it hurt no one.
Let the words congeal
in a puddle on the ground
just to mess with my feels.
I used to stay up late at night and pray,
now I stay up late at night and wait.
I'm not sure what I'm waiting for,
but I'm pretty sure I've got the patience of a saint.
Bad shit happens in threes.
So what does that say about you and me?
'Cause there's us,
there's you,
and there's me.
Bad shit happens in threes.
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5. |
Creatures
03:00
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Machines like you and me are a dream.
They watch us toss and turn in our routines,
revealing, in static, a work that's quietly unraveling.
Oh, go and cry about it.
We're creatures of habit, I know,
and it's much too soon to make a change in myself.
I would if I were able.
I wouldn't ask myself that same old question:
Are we too far along this road?
We're all hypocrites with our peace and love shit.
Can you blame us? Can you blame?
Can you blame the habit? If we're all hypocrites,
Comfortably a numbness fits with our peace and love shit.
Can you blame us? Can you blame the habit?
Can you blame the great design?
We're all hypocrites. Comfortably a numbness sets in,
Comfortably a numbness sticks cause we're all hypocrites.
Can you blame the great design? Can you blame...
The world is so fucked and no one gives a damn.
We're creatures of habit, I know,
and it's much too soon to make a change in myself.
I would if I were able.
I wouldn't ask myself that same old question:
Are we too far along this road?
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6. |
Numbers
02:26
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Holy Father,
the world's on fire
and the sun it burns through me like a ghost.
Mary's calling
out to me
in a veil of red, green black smoke.
Come as you are
in your purple haze.
Paint the door black and take another piece of my heart.
If the sun burns down this earth to a piece of brick,
I want you to remember it.
I want to cover you in glass.
I want you to remember our past.
Triple six
tattooed on her wrist.
Rat line fever killed the communist.
Lucky number,
close the shutters.
Well, the sun is burning holes through my thumbs.
Eightfold path,
broken back.
Well, you work so hard, the aching comes at last.
The sun burns down this earth to a piece of shit.
I want you to remember it.
I want to cover you in glass.
I want you to remember our past.
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7. |
Orchard
04:04
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Fly if you want.
You'll go higher than your head.
All the thoughts that haunt the gears
spinning dead.
Hold tight the red balloon.
Sail a fleeting tune.
There's no time to scale the wall,
just paint me pictures when you call.
Just think, when you're on your own,
speak the circles of your mind to break the stone.
Crawl out of your hole.
You should risk before you fold.
Find the road that may be best,
and put your faith in God instead.
And if you should leave us, go.
You will always have a home.
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8. |
Bird
04:03
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Bird in the river
so wet it can't fly,
bones filled with water
too heavy to try.
But don't let the fear win out
or settle for less than ours.
Come talk to me for hours.
Dive from the bottom.
It's still weighing you down.
And I try to warn you
I won't let you drown.
Little bird, you are who could fly so far,
but get off the ground.
But I can stay to keep you sound
and safe if you just try.
You're nothing like from where you came
and just because you feel the same,
You will not let me down.
I won't mind the ticking sound.
You don't have quite so far.
And I'll think you really are for me.
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9. |
Dance Song
03:15
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This is a dance song for the eons.
I hope it swings just right.
This is a dance song, yeah, we needed one.
As the world burns, we can sway slowly from left to right.
Now our dreams come true.
We can dance among the stars as they turn blue.
I hope your freckles burn just as bright,
floating in this green atomic light.
This is a dance song for the critics,
the ones who were too busy commenting on violent video games to listen to climate scientists, well,
This is a song for all you people
that woke up each morning just to be grateful for
I hope your dreams come true,
as the sun turns from black to blue.
Float in a great big ball of love,
a personal heaven in the memories of the ones you love.
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