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The Game
02:55
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As you toss, your tether to the world becomes a tangle
It gets shorter every angle that you take
You can keep yourself alive without your tether in exile
But the breeze will still remind you of the game
The playing starts so safe, it's like an anchor
It holds you in its arms and you feel safe
So you shy from sacrifice, your tether and your will collide
They don’t fight, they just become one in the same
And that hand that held your cup won't let you go and fill it up
But the breeze will still remind you of the game
You can keep yourself alive without your tether in exile, and that hand that held your cup won't let you go and fill it up
But the breeze will still remind you
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2. |
Another Fool
03:56
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It took forever, you wanted to stay
I wanted you to go and so I had to pay
Sometimes you don't know and it was getting late
The water started hot, but it was not the rain
That had you tripping as you shuffled towards me again
I'm not talking about you, I mean another fool
You're looking clever in a certain way
I can understand why you don't hesitate
The water kind of helps you keep a certain pace
You left a message on an Export A
I used what was inside and threw the pack away
I'll never have enough to let them go to waste
And I can still remember what the message said
But I'm not talking about you, I mean another fool
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3. |
Grind
04:21
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Two hours left at the end of the shift
Out the window, a beacon of light
Two hands on the dock keep on pointing
And if I can follow, I'll bloom in the night
But I am eating my toast and raspberry jam
It’s a fantasy preserved inside a can
Taking my notes and reading them
Over and over again
Sometimes it feels bad, that's no secret
That's no big reveal
But sometimes the heavy hand shows a weakness
And that's when I think I’m healed
Took a breath and a rest
Took a sip from the cup that was hidden from sight
Two hands on the rock keep on pushing
Same dance under shadow and light
But I'm not just rolling it slow up a hill
I'm not just rolling a stone
I'm not just rolling a stone up a hill
I'm not just rolling a stone
I'm eating my oats and raspberry jam
It's a fantasy preserved inside a can
Taking my notes and reading them
Over and over again
Sometimes that heavy sad flows sweetly
Keep an even keel
When the aching's bad
It's only a grinding wheel
I'm not just rolling it slow up a hill
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4. |
Green Velvet
03:04
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Fighting til we hurt each other badly
I guess that’s why it’s love each other madly
That green velvet pillow has been cried into
By far too many eyes
That green velvet pillow isn't ugly through the years
Suits your eves and holds your head
It's soft against the ears
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Isn't it hard to let go of what could've been a memory
The eye in my mind can’t focus on what the heart has never seen
I saw the blue vein moving as I clutched my fist and cried
The glove I wore was soothing, the punches kept the time
The clearer the sky in the day, the darker it is at night
After the fog went away I still needed a light
I saw it reaching for me, the fist was open wide
The hand was an illusion keeping me in line
I kept a part of it, maybe I should've kept the whole thing
Doesn't it feel like the glove just keeps you in the ring
I felt the pressure on me holding me upright
The glove is only moving if the hand is still inside
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6. |
I'm A Dog
03:43
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I get why the rat took a bite
Like the soft salamander scraping the side
The feeling is there and it leans on the will
I'm a dog, you can try but you can't keep it still
I hate the hand that feeds me
I bite the food uneasy
I'm a dog
What is it about pleasure
Why is something pleasing
What is there to trust except that pain comes with healing
How Iong does it go on before you can enjoy the feeling
I got a full meal but I'm just leaning back, howling
I hate the hand that feeds me
I bite the food uneasy
I'm a dog
Not possibly to take the impulsive action
Always going to act and then get a reaction
You can try and wash me if I'm dirty in the yard
I'll get into the kitchen and rip the trash apart
I'm a dog
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7. |
Stranger
04:16
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I have a name you don't remember
You might but no, you'd never
Might regret it but I said it to you
Yeah I know better
But I was kicking rocks at five o'clock
I hadn't closed my eyes yet and I saw you wearing leather
Just like a room you shouldn't enter
You fight until you get there
Inside’s another room
And everyone’s a renter
I didn’t want to be all by myself anymore
I didn’t know what direction you were going
I liked the pace that you were slowing to
When you saw the bit of interest I was showing
I was born in debt to living
And the balance only grew
I was always buying candles trying to keep it in my view
Sometimes the only flame you need
Burns the color blue
And I responded to it warmly – so did you
We were staring at the flame
And we were trying to guess
If the longer that you heat it the hotter that it gets
You asked me what I thought
And I know I answered ‘yes’
But that was to the question, not to the request
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8. |
2020
04:01
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3D goggles, twisted psychovision
No longer know in which world I’m living
Trying to cope, can’t make a dope decision
Simply reminiscing has me wishing
Crystal vision, blue suede shoes and honey
These are things that make somebody money
2020 on the run for cover
Oh to return to the womb of mother
Cloud of flies has ties to my eyelashes
Without chance to fast or be the fastest
MP3 CD for the DVD
In the last remaining club in suburb city
2020 always drawing nearer
I wish it could just go look in a mirror
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