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Cure For Your Halo
04:16
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we are the monuments
to childhood cataclysms
diminishing distance
disrupting revision
and holding back the tears
so they can linger always
never to dry away
better off unclaimed
better the cheeks unstained
so now your avatar
begins to show its wear
and you must leave behind
the burdens you can’t bear
nearer the tigers creep
closer to desolation
don’t force a happy ending
from bad information
it won’t increase your station
we’ve got the cure for your halo
come see if it’s worth it
in the end
the low October sun
is always hanging ‘round
desperately clinging to
scraps of summer
look how it stares at us
“why don’t you take a picture?”
let’s take this good time
down underground
where shadows can’t be found
[chorus]
glass houses
crystal gardens
crushed to dust
no one there to guard them
don’t act so confused
you knew this could happen to you
I tried to be what you want me to be
but you’ll never catch me now
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2. |
Sold Me Down The River
05:38
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Try walking backwards to see where you’ve been
Said that it’s wrong but you did it again
Here’s the part where blame comes in, my friend
Speak up if you see something ain’t right
Or smash all the mirrors and shut off the lights, it’s fine
I don’t mind
Sold me down the river
But luckily, I learned how to swim
Dust on the raindrops cobwebs in the sky
Hurry the quicksand is starting to dry
By the way, can I catch a ride?
The seeking is what you never could find
Digging through treasure while going blind
It’s a shame to see. A shame it wasn’t me
But I don’t mind
Sold me down the river
But luckily, I learned how to swim
Sold the stones and the silt and dirt
And then you found rock bottom
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3. |
Abject Failure
03:24
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Look at me
I’m a rock and roll star
I’m an abject failure
Look at me
I’m a pop culture icon
of the trashes and the sewers
Humility
He’s my best friend forever
don’t you worry baby
So long to my show business days
it’s been a long time coming
so long to those broadway plays
that I never even wrote
Too young for retirement age
but I don’t give a damn
god damn what a terrible shame
about my future
Therapy comes in four gauge sizes
E, A, D, G
Neurotic vibes
it’s the ocean that I swim in
every waking hour
So long to my show business days
it’s been a long time coming
so long to those broadway plays
that I never even wrote
Too young for retirement age
but I don’t give a damn
god damn what a terrible shame
about my future
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4. |
Robin's Song
04:17
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In the channels in between slapdash social balancing
Your touch lingered, I was stirred. It must have slipped my mind to turn away
Beginning to entertain that all love’s lies are not in vain
I’m so quick to call out “mockery!” Whistleblower to every crooked scheme
It takes its toll on me
I ask the Robin, “what’s the song for tomorrow?”
“Keep on repeating, so I can start to follow.”
Right at home in walls of stone until you crept into my bones
Hair was dampened by the rain, the memories are all ingrained
Like a chill cutting through, another midnight welcomes the thought of you
It’s been so long I hardly remember this particular anxious energy
It’s getting hold of me
I ask the Robin, “what’s the song for tomorrow?”
“Keep on repeating, so I can start to follow.”
In the channels in between slapdash social balancing
could it be there’s room for things? Like you maybe might prefer me
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5. |
Meet Me In The Silence
05:41
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I adorn myself in strange ways
stare at the computer screen for hours
slip into a coma in my bed
every window I know is closed
Crack apart and spend some time alone
feel a rush of blood and get on the phone
harbor a grudge inside this urgency
get me off the line, it’s an emergency
Death is a bed, it’s an easy sleep
Meet me in the silence
For now I’ll make some protest noise
Swallow up the emptiness
Meet me in the silence
For now I’ll make some protest noise
May it echo on at least a couple beats
May it fill the air around these silent streets
Suburban home, you have no place for me
I don’t need your superficial domesticity
we’re all the same now, that’s what I fear
don’t try and change my mind, I’m stubborn here
Sentenced to solitary confinement
more like agoraphobic refinement
I’ve got my doctor, I’ve got my nurse
Gotta say I feel just like Patty Hearst
Death is a bed, it’s an easy sleep
Meet me in the silence
For now I’ll make some protest noise
Swallow up the emptiness
Meet me in the silence
For now I’ll make some protest noise
Just writing protest songs
About the way we’ve been living
If I could make commonplace feel new
Traffic patterns changed and so did you
Backsliding is all I meant to do
Backsliding, it’s what we’re meant to do
Was I floating up, or was I sinking down
I’m sure we met on middle ground
Death is a bed, it’s an easy sleep
Meet me in the silence
For now I’ll make some protest noise
Swallow up the emptiness
Meet me in the silence
For now I’ll make some protest noise
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6. |
Knifeblood 100
04:24
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Let’s forget about yesterday
And find a new tomorrow like it’s broken and cindered
How’s the baby how’s the job how’s the family getting along?
Fresh water in my hands falling down
I can see us in the cracks up above through the floorboards
How’s the food how’s my daughter guess we’ll take it just a little bit further
You supply the knife
I’ll supply the blood
Take your time
I’m still hanging by my lifeline
Maybe I will find my killer tonight
I’ll have to comprehend this trail of my own blood
Maybe better going home nice sweater think we’re getting somewhere
When we’re taking long walks in the sky
I just die when you laugh and this craft is our beacon
big hands 4 times squeeze tight leave the light on tonight
You supply the knife
I’ll supply the blood
Take your time
I’m still hanging by my lifeline
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7. |
Urban Prairie
04:08
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Struck like a white light. A match, a flame ignites
the jailbreak of a thought so plain that we never saw it hiding in the inkblot where it lay
where it lay, on a whim. I would have never suspected it
Plans stretched out across the landscape. Not one blueprint takes shape
Ten more blocks of urban prairie taking space up in your mind
Raised the stakes when you made those claims. A “truth” all set to be ordained
But like orphaned socks and impossibly tangled knots
You can’t stop interference from breeding in the dark
In the dark, on a whim. I don’t think he suspected it
Plans stretched out across the landscape. Not one blueprint takes shape
Ten more blocks of urban prairie taking space up in your mind
And all this time seemed so sublime.
A darkness deep, most comforting. Go sleep it off. Reset it.
If I saw him on this day I wrote down every word I’d say but it would come ten years too late
I spent too long hanging out among the trees, too long drifting out along the breeze
Plans stretched out across the landscape. Not one blueprint takes shape
Ten more blocks of urban prairie taking space up in your mind
And all this time seemed so sublime.
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Radio's on television talking with a hat
Branches are walking towards castle walls
Feeling small
Leaves inside the fortress feel the presence of them all
But the King forbids the brothers from reuniting
he makes the call
Stop the killing makes no sense
Falling all over each other
Robbing the lives of our brothers
But you do what you can
fifteen days into the future as far as I could see
Things were going to be very much different for me
Stop the killing makes no sense
Falling all over each other
Robbing the lives of our brothers
but you do what you can
I think my mind is made I’m free as what I say
I will never win Im playing games that I will never play
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9. |
Lake Oswego
03:06
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Where I-5 meets 217
I make my way I live and breathe
I laugh and smile, I kick and scream
where I5 meets 217
In Tigard: “A place to call home”
But past your garish gilded gates
you watch with scorn my every day
You spit on me, it dries away
like your precious fucking gated lake will someday
Lake Oswego?
How ‘bout we not go to Lake Oswego
Take me back to my city. I can’t stand another day
I see how you maintain your pose by pulling up the roots of those
lucky enough to be exposed to trust accounts and credit growth
you catch them sleeping in their sunday best
But when it all comes crashing down I’ll be standing on higher ground
in my safe haven that I found it’s where I’m from it’s my hometown of Tigard
C’mon try it out
Now we’re gaining steam. Bursting at the seams
Where I5 meets 217
Take me back to my city. I can’t stand another day
Luxury cars and fading high school stars. No I won’t join your clique
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10. |
Records On The Shelf
05:48
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Nominated by The Deli Magazine as "A Favorite Emerging Portland Artist of 2012."
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