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Les Mis, Rob!!
05:27
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Dire, Dire Docks
05:46
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Player piano, perched at the peak
Tune my strings and tickle my keys
Huff it down to the beach til our feet touch the sand
And we'll turn to gold with our backs to the sun
And our toes in the roaring drink
Sink a fire into the ground
So the light cannot be found
Fill it with sand
Push, prod it with our hands
We'll pick the dirt from under our nails
As the mountain man chemist cooks stories - through bubbling ales -
Of caves gone unentered
Untouched and unfathomed
Were we worthy? What happened?
Coffee in hand, jokes on tongues
Iodized ocean air on our breath
We cast our eyes towards the night sky
Our lungs burn with the dying embers
And the gunpowder smoke of decaying mortars
As the meteors streak down from the heavens
Burning, burning, burning through the atmosphere
Crying out, knowing they'll be but scar on the face of this earth
An the whether the weather will try to repair it is yet to be seen
The dim light of dawn drags us to our feet
And we march to the rhythm
The rhythm of the crashing of the waves
It was as if we were never there
The wind blows east, erasing our traces
And racing over the hills
And we'll fill in our holes
Putting more dirt under our finger nails
To pick at over fresh breakfast
And chalky coffee choked down with cold creamer
The half moon sits high in the sky
Waiting to reflect our fires again
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Symmetry
05:29
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My spine is weakening
Shriveled and brittle from the cold
The wind is strengthening
Quickening, harder, more bitter against my skin
The dust settles in the air
In a moment suspended in time
I can't be the only one to see this
Chaos meets symmetry
And suddenly I'm swept away
Been sleeping, been craving this light
I observe these particles
They sit in congruence with the shape of this shine
With the shape that I find
The dust settles in the air
In a moment suspended in time
I can't be the only one to see this
Chaos meets symmetry
The window pane sings warmth through my veins
It peeks in past the shades in harmony with the glow you create
My shutters mutter in the breeze
Oh, the shadows have grown long
As the day wanes away
And the night beckons through the evening
The light guides me through...
Through the doorway, past the moonlight
Into ghostly corridors, long abandoned by phantom pain
I turn this key and enter a threshold left lonely
With only the dust as its company
Hang your sheet up on the hook in the hall
After every nightly haunt
And saunter on through solid walls
To brood on the man you once were
I'm ghost riding my body
The dust, it settles in the air
In a moment suspended in time
I can't be the only to see this
Chaos meets symmetry
Now, we're sweeping through the afternoon
Through the light that calms the cold
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4. |
Touch Fuzzy, Get Dizzy
07:16
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