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Signs of Things to Come
01:51
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This don't mean I don't love you anymore
The fact that my face keep changing
This don't mean I don't love you anymore,
The fact that I don't die
The city sighed with the hit of a fist
The little boy stand very still as he shake
The city sighed with the hit of a fist
And the signs of tomorrow take shape
You know I'm sick to my stomach
in this rocky bus ride to the edge of the state
You know I'm sick to my stomach
as we rush to quit the state
. . . .yeah, well I wouldn't be surprised
This don't mean I don't love you anymore
The fact that my face keep changing
This don't mean I don't love you anymore,
The fact that I don't die
The city sighed with a slap to the face
The little girl bites her tears to the sun
The city sighed with a slap to the face
Slow construction of the things to come
You know I'm sick to my stomach
in this rocky bus ride to the edge of the state
Half a tank left, the road stops, the map cut off
The sky darkens
We wait.
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Nerve
02:36
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Days and Nights
02:38
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Light up my days and nights for you
I can't wait 'til the morning to see this through
Light up my days and nights for you
I would wait in the darkest bar for you
So what if it's built on a couple lies
I wasn't drunk, I was hypnotized by
sweet sung karaoke lines
It seemed like we slipped right through time
You don't need him and he don't know you
So we can break through
Let this town fade into -
We will just drive into the morning light
I'll stay here 'til you escape from work
They've got you hooked on pennies a day
Your boss is such a fucking jerk
I borrowed the truck, don't worry about what they say
You don't need him and he don't know you
So we can break through
Let this town fade into the morning -
We will just drive into the morning light
It's a hundred miles or more to go
Before we let ourselves rest easy
The dust has more secret than it shows
I think we'll be all right, just take it easy.
Soon it will all be easy.
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Precipice
04:14
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I need to I need to I need to move on with my life
Stumbling to stall on glass knees balanced on a thin knife
Over head another jet screams by on invisible lines of light
coursing through the sky
Solitude throws me and blows me into a silver dreams bare arms
she says, I know you, without speaking
I know you've done a little harm
Now with comfott this close I am haunted by the hammer of the
devil closing his hammer on ignorant ghosts
I gotta move back to San Francisco
that city is cracked and manic like me
I've lived in a real house for too many years
I gotta get back in a dysfunctional relationship
let the sudden highs break my fall
Turn to me in the morning and say
You make me feel visciously beautifully insane
I set myself up for this
Secure glass except for the wind and earthquakes
now I open my eyes for the final round with fear
I know my heart will be broken but I will be healed
I gotta move back to San Francisco
that city is cracked and manic like me
I've lived in a real house for too many years
I gotta get back in a dysfunctional relationship
let the sudden highs break my fall
Turn to me in the morning and say
You make me feel visciously beautifully insane
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7. |
Doing Our Best
02:51
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Eli Wise Oakland, California
Mythology set to music by the Oakland band. Vocal harmonies, ethereal guitars, and driving rhythm.
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