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An End to the Play
03:21
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Indispensable, you were meant to fill my head with the sun
Dirt and seeds have always been inside us as one
That's okay, we're alright, have days of your lives
To waste them is to die alive, I face it at times
Elegantly fell into me; tell me your name
Take all of my life away and talk to me the same
My name's of the greatest, I am the earth and you the moon
The tides - how they convinced me you're not as deep as I assumed
And pardon all the darkened views, I rest assured that I don't believe
In the colors we made
Girl, I've fallen into you, I'm out my head, but I disagree
That we want it to stay
Nothing good can ever work if there's not an end to the play
And pardon all the darkened views, it's not that I don't want you to breathe, baby, breath all you may
Please, I live to let you feel safe and sound around all the feelings that you can't explain
And if we go, then you go first, so you don't have to feel all my pain
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You and I, Animals
03:11
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Stay up through the night and the sunrise
Then find yourself in the shower for the weekend
How the snow's falling down to the road,
You don't care 'cause today time's your friend
Why do we wait for a day when the world says so, so that we can go?
And why do we constantly waste time away, as if there is more?
I just stepped into town
They decorate for the season's change
I didn't come to see around
As most have, so only I stay
An eye on the road, you and I, animals
'Til the Autumn's painted Harlem
A time often known through the screens of the home
Grown in coasts of long island
Why do we wait for a day when the world says so, so that we can go?
And why do we constantly waste time away, as if there is more?
You just stepped into town
Before you go, I'd like to show myself
What's the city all about?
And can't we know so we can go?
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Beacon Hill
03:01
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European dream
Never seen your home it seems
Newer Zealand beat
Feels so deep
Ride around with me
She's in love with the city
How do I present
Who I am here?
I don't give much to a come and then go
Stolen a touch, not of flesh
But of gold
Café side streets and covered trees, and a package at your doorstep
I don't know
What it means
Can't see much
Free
The car rides through, you thought that you'd be able to do things
I don't give much to a come and then go
Stolen a touch, not of flesh
But of gold
Café side streets and covered trees, and a package at your doorstep
I want that place in Beacon Hill, up the street from the Boston Common
It's never seemed more than a tragedy, but I know that it's no joke
I haven't been much to the cavalry, to know that I spoke
Too soon
Maybe the world's too much for you
Maybe the world's just unstoppable
Café side streets and covered trees, and a package at your doorstep
I want that place in Beacon Hill, up the street from the Boston Common
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4. |
Conversation Aviation
02:36
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Conversation Aviation on the couch at one
Sounds elation on occasion, we all get some
But the house wakes up 'cause they just can't contain it
And the wasted taste it on their tongues
Never was I much of an extrovert's favorite, but I'll take it in before it is done
No, no, no, no, no
It's all company, but it's all come to mean so many things after it's two
We stopped coloring our eyes with the T.V. and the world got so dark
And then the car starts
Driving never got me anywhere 'til I found you
Your youth on the cover of news and the cool ones who seem they don't age
The college body peak, I can't even see to turn another page
'Cause I feel mine slipping away, away
And I'm realizing it won't change, how 'bout that for a change, no, no
Talking it'll always help
Before you're lost in this town
And can't be wandering around
But it won't bring you as down as going home
And all the people you found
Is it their hometown? But how
is conversation about what I don't know?
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You can't read no minds what she said
None 'cept for mine what she said
And then took back the text from the page
Ooh, I carry the weight of your words
Even though I'm never sure
of the times when you mean what you say
What she said your holiday days
are times you choose to only spend on you
But I don't choose my days; I don't wait on no time
What she said you'll never do is ever have me- though, I'm in love with you
But I don't use you ways you do
You can't read no minds what she said
Ooh, I'll be confused for a lifetime
Not just 'cause you, but it's all fine
I don't like to know
You think it so bad not to read minds
At least when you have had so much time
But I don't know when you were sane
What she said your holiday days
are times you choose to only spend on you
But I don't choose my days; I don't wait on no time
What she said you'll never do is ever have me- though,
I'm in love with you
But I don't use you ways you do
I'm not so excited, the truth
If I were to tell you it, what would you do?
I don't include my thoughts
In things that I do at all
I have never had new
I have always had you
Never had any clue
I've been confused so long
My life is like a bomb
Can't you see down the street from the shining lights?
No one knows everything, but can't we all try?
I don't know
I don't know
What we do
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6. |
Some Vampires!
03:49
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Television we used to watch
You got lost in the spot
Wonder oft who's responsible: photographers?
Or the ones who can't keep their eyes off?
Window seat, the trolley rolls past
You're not asleep, but pretending to be
Has the one you once knew taken note of you?
Have they looked, or have they really seen?
Had a time with a friend in the end, we don't talk no more
Was a friend to depend on, but was sent on off with sentiments of central New York
On the ride, out the window it's been so much to say you don't need money and lie
Can't afford your allurement of life, though alone it's so kept and alive
And alive
Backtrack to that, I always find it'll answer
How we sat across the hands that cancelled plans 'cause our antics
Had a nasty way to pass away on days that mattered most
That were lost from thoughts of being anxious, wonder if you know
Forgot
The shops all stop working at one
Even weekends are scared of the sundown
We didn't care but now what's up
when they've all turned to vampires
and answers can't be fantasized
'cause nobody can analyze 'em?
Had a time with a friend in the end, we don't talk no more
Had the end been more dependent on sentiment, you wish it was
It's what we always wish for
Forgot
The shops all stop working at one
Even weekends are scared of the sundown
We didn't care but now what's up
when they've all turned to vampires
and answers can't be fantasized
'cause nobody can analyze 'em?
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7. |
Ballad of a Freeloader
03:13
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Outskirts of city on the back of hopping trains
'Round the end of eight o'clock
All the faces are away
I was on time
Anywhere I went I got unlike the cops
Unlike the man who takes the tickets
for your seat 'cause it's his job
What a complete job
It's such a free job
In all the groups we have our friends
Sometimes I don't have mine
Decided that they'd leave me behind
Or did I?
I cast a catastrophic, blackened energy
It pours out through the streets outside
My complications get in ways
When I'm in markets, I don't pay
Why should I anyway? That's how it has to be
I see the owner up above
And wonder how much I could take
Before he's just like me
Then I'd have company
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8. |
Intermission
02:49
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I've fallen down on the floor
Maybe I've been here before
And this is just a visitation
If only I had been more informed
I'm hoping it's an intermission
'Cause I love waiting for good things
I been doing things for myself, 'cause I don't too much like no one else
I drive all night through Autumn lands and my thoughts fall sand-like through my hands
I'll be your intermission maybe
If you can just be my wishing lady
I'll be your intermission maybe
If you can just be my wishing lady
Been gone for miles
Been gone for miles
Been gone in time, too
I'll wish on you
And soon I'm feeling fine
You're feeling fine
We're not behind
I been sleeping through my thoughts, in time square my fears once were off
Seasons I was once in love, I've seen them to be getting lost
I'll be your intermission and more, if you can bring back the things I wait for
I'll be your intermission and more, if you can bring back the things I wait for
I'll wish on you
I left all this mess for myself
I forgot what's for myself, 'cause I don't too much like no one else
It starts me up then turns me off
I guess I waste my time a lot
I'll wish on you
If only I had been more informed
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9. |
Luxury Found
03:52
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Not many people see a view like this their whole life
Feel new like this and have the time to look at what's around them
And then get sent to paper-filling costs of rent
What are they thinking?
It never seemed to wrong to sit back in the seat along
The big drive with the heater on
Asleep as we reach Vienna
We need make time to be on the planes going oversea to better things
Everyone can want it more than everyone who has it and it
won't change a thing
Certain numbers solve it, if you ever have 'em, spend it, 'cause it
won't change a thing
I was in neighborhoods that don't know we exist in my own head,
but I know this: that they do
Ignorance is bliss
Never made sense to leave your home but when it's older you must go
Everyone can want it more than everyone who has it and it
won't change a thing
Certain numbers solve it, if you ever have 'em, spend it, 'cause it
won't change a thing
Here
I don't mind here
But it's on fire, 'cause the summer heat has made it through the air
And over there
If we go there
Will we have the funds to live a life where we don't run from the unfair?
Why do we even try to be financially fine
To end up all on the ground?
I want to be alive if it means being tied
Off from the luxury found
Everyone can want it more than everyone who has it and it
won't change a thing
Certain numbers solve it, if you ever have 'em, spend it, 'cause it
won't change a thing
I want to be alive if it means being tied
Off from the luxury found
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It's not ever gonna work itself
'Cause I'm not Phoenix, I'm not love
The times I wish I'm someone else
I'm never waiting for the sun
To do the thing it always does above my head
And I'd move it 'round like I do underneath it or
Like I used to
Yeah, you know, like I
Like I used to
Like I
Well I've got water and I've got bread
And I sleep in cars instead of beds
It's alright but the nights I stir
I worry I'm unregistered
But I used to waste away my time with siphoned revelries
And I used to think it'd be my life
But it won't stay how it used to be
No how it
It won't stay, no it won't
Like I
I've got clues
Of what's coming next
All of a change
And the new used to be new
Used to be cool when it wasn't the same
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11. |
West Hartford
04:04
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West Hartford
Drive the car a little more
Before we leave to California, I was a sophomore
In the B.B.S
Is where we'd eat the Mexican
food in the español section or the parking garage roof
I was with you, you feared your future, I still do
But in the time we realized: we were finding it alright
Rich are richer than descriptions in a book unfinished by an english man
Who writes outside of the café
The girl he watches comes to warm her hands by the fire
And he won't move
He plays it cool
While we watch across the street from Farmington Ave.
And we're having a tea from the garden in back
(You wanted it all, I wasn't there)
Paying no mind to the little things a lie, it's all you
Ever do
Not a believer, but you're a deceiver
And I'm not gonna leave you because you don't see all the things I want
'Cause I don't either
But never waste my time unfeeling
Rich are richer than descriptions in a book unfinished by an english man
Who writes outside of the café
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12. |
Beach House Street
03:37
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It's only voluntary
Eighteen years then bad luck
Fire, bakery, Long Island baby
You're one if I've seen it
Maybe we
Should meet sometime for boardwalk small-talk
Celebrate the sea
That you were raised on
Yes I've seen the view you sport on me
On Thursday mornings, I'd drive to the park
And kick my feet on the bench
and I'd read 'til you moved in
I can't forget that indigo scent
If only momentary
Seventeen, no lower or older
When it gets cold the ships park
On the harbor
Once we watched them go
I know you told me you don't like cars behind you on drives
That was you in the beach house street
Do you come to the slums when you need retreat?
I don't care much for the eastern tide
But this town has food trucks for miles
Our current decade needs your 1963ish decency, I
must have missed the time
It's only voluntary
Twenty-one washed bad luck to your feet
Long Island baby, you're one if I've seen it
Why don't we
Go somewhere new but we can always come back to the beach
And I can tell you everything
I've seen you lonely there on your little getaway and I watched
And truly, it seems fantasy if I approach you, I'm lost
That was you in the beach house street
Do you come to the slums when you need retreat?
I don't care much for the eastern tide
But this town has food trucks for miles
Our current decade needs your 1963ish decency, I
must have missed the time
So I'll just sit and write to you
And hope you hear the words
Like they vibrate on through the air
'Cause you don't exist
And I'm just a mess
And I only wish to lust for you
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Black & White Envelope Meriden, Connecticut
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