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You Were Growing
03:23
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You were growing where you weren’t supposed to be seen
Peeking your head out from the shadows
Stretching out your leaves to meet the sun.
Or maybe waiting for the rain?
Head full of color and charisma, swaying in the wind
You were growing where you weren’t supposed to be seen.
Peeking your head out from the shadows
Stretching out your leaves to meet the sun.
You were blowing kisses
Caught on collars, caught on laces and garden beds
You were blowing kisses
You were growing where you weren’t supposed to be seen.
He was in the tool shed!
He was in the tool shed
He was in the tool shed and he saw you swaying
He was in the tool shed and he saw you swaying, blowing kisses in the wind
And you were growing where you weren’t supposed to be seen
Head full of color, head full of color and charisma…
He cut it off.
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2. |
I See You In Me
04:50
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All alone in the house and I can’t look at myself
I see my father when I open my mouth
I hear, I hear my mother and she’s calling for help
And it’s hell in my mind, in my mind it’s hell
Can’t you tell?
I see you, I see you staring at me
I see you, I see you in me
Swelled up like a burn in the palm of a hand
Blistered and bold from the heat of the pan
I am what I am, and I am damned
And I won’t feel anything, no I won’t, because I can’t
I see you, I see you staring at me
I see you, I see you in me
Lather, rinse, repeat
I am incomplete
Rather bury it deep
Ringing harsh than sweet
I am incomplete
Lather, rinse, repeat
Don’t I deserve to be free?
And I am man, I am man the disease
Can’t wash away, can’t come clean
It’s in me, I’m sorry
Can’t come clean
Will you love me?
I see you, I see you staring at me
I see you, I see you in me
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3. |
Failing Circles
05:31
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They’ve got your tidings, hold their hands
Wound up enough from where you stand
Hold me, handcuffed and like your own
Ends up familiar, where you are
Shaped from all your wrongs
Enough to sketch you, where do you want to stand?
Up til where all you’re begging for is anywhere to mend
Pick at the pieces
Ain’t often they nail you where you are
Pick at the pieces
Ain’t often where you went too far
Shake to muffle moans
And all your purpose, all that show
Nothing here to wear you out too well
And they guess that, too, where few mount the wall
Not too far
Shaped from knife work but you wrung out your guts
End up where I will get you
Will I forget to…
Hand off the feeling
Fill up and get to where you
Pull on the needle
Same time, from where you always come
Wear me out entirely
We’ll ease our route, take my time
We’re all close around you
Feels like I’m crawling in sync
Are we all now failing circles?
Keep me awake
Crossed out, this one calls out by name
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4. |
The Doldrum Sound
06:05
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Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up & Go!
I have made an observation that calls for your attention
It’s looking rather grim from this chair I’m sitting in.
Why can’t anyone just listen? There’s static in the friction
The open mouths, they chew the fat, there’s dribble on their chins
I can’t!
I can’t make out, what are they going on about?
Block out the doldrum sound
They hang themselves by their own pouts
Are these my friends? I have my doubts.
Hello, how are you? I see you’re doing well
Another line of lies today, I think everyone can tell
There’s something in the sequence, a subtle sense of grievance.
I’m all alone, yet everyone is near me
I try to shout, not anyone can hear me
Block out! Block out! The sound! The sound!
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