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Fairlee
03:16
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Under the overpass
Way out in Fairlee they were saying
I’m convinced
The city has its cards
A fuel-less fire will always fade
Keep your hands warm
Lock all the shutters when the wind returns
Brought with it are convictions considered arguable
It turns
In time
Reflects
Your eyes
Beyond the critical
Beyond the highway is not safe
Cars move slow here
Against a backdrop fades
An insulated formless shape
Falling snow builds
There is a bare light that could catch your eyes
Had the whole place on its feet rethink what is valuable
It turns
In time
Reflects
The light
In a derailment
Article claiming
That you’re not fit and you don’t have
Names not worth naming
At that is something
Right in the center
You see yourself and you don’t know
At least you got mentioned
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2. |
No More
04:13
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In April Pennsylvania waits
For the small months to return
In a while or pretty soon
Or pretty soon or in a while
Either way the time’s delayed
Haven’t seen them in a while
They went missing with the light
When the white oak has no answer it turns its back on you
The maple calls you, shows you something new
No more chances
They won’t fall for you
no more chances
Idle ski lifts have it right
Simple patience and resign
So it seems it’s been a while
It’s been a while or so it seems
Either way, the times between
The white oak can’t stand you, loves to leave you out
The maple shows you how it loves to get around
No more chances
It’s all coming true
No more chances
They won’t fall for you
No more chances
They won’t fall for you
No more chances
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3. |
The Party
04:17
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If you wake
Up to the prize
Of yourself
And all your eyes
Then nothing will
Be just like this
And nothing is
About your will
The names are sitting on the phone
Inside where words are left behind
It’s hard to hear them coming out
When there’s enough of everything
Next weekend there’s a party and it’s good to have these goals
We’re finally getting somewhere
These invitations what a thrill
Sunday night is always bad
Schools not there but you still have
The weekend that you left behind
It’s in between the light and line
It’s time to quit from taking calls
And concentrate the evening falls
That’s where it is and what is what
Cover up and cover off
Next weekend there’s a party and it’s good to have these goals
We’re finally getting somewhere
These invitations what a thrill
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4. |
Closer
04:37
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It was the rocks you liked
So much you’d throw them
Down into the river’s darkness
Down from where the trains go flying
Your legs hung out
Into the air – we’ll keep on kicking
We’re moving but it’s never going
When we go it’s like we’re faking
Two palms, no sound
*Closer and closer
The beam’s width that’s between us
Gets just a little leaner
We ought to fail to see it
**And if I go to the left
And if you move to the right
So that we’ve hit and spilled
We’ve turned it off in the night
Between the banks that roll
The glass hidden motion
Above we go on without knowing
The pines control the wild sarcasm
To hold us up
And time was held
Well worth the holding
Waste when you try to save
Save it and it ends up wasted
You know these words
Answer we entered
The trains won’t ride beside us
But water moves beneath us
And takes away the sense
of hearing at all
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5. |
New Kehoe NJ
01:36
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the words are made with magnets
speaking simple information
with the consequences open
there is nothing more to hear
by the end the car was making noises that made more sense than a signal in plain view
exaggerated lines for eyes
in between the shakes and clicks is less than half a second
which is more time than is used
to build upon the engines effort
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6. |
Close Map
02:38
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(it’s) Tough to close this map
There’s too much wind in the back
It’s your new coat – I don’t like
It’s way too cold – the radio plays
The sky blue-black tonight
You should turn on - your lights
Cause when they flash – you’ll know
It’s when they flash – you’re not alone here
Make an offer to pretend
The words are less like lines
You’ve seen it all before
The sign left standing
so silence is the way
of breaking up the days
it’s in the back – I’ll know
it’s the back – I’m not alone here
Make an offer to pretend
there’s nothing more to this
This means more than it does
The scene left standing
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7. |
No More (Again)
01:43
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8. |
Summer Is Coming
04:03
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the summer is coming
We all should stand clear
Of the heat and high water
You don’t see - but you hear
The porch light gives off
small lit circles
How - you could see nothing
Wake up in water
You know where you’ve been
You can turn the lights off
When the day begins
All the warm refusals
And the blind assumptions
How this could be something
Cutting corners
With their faces
You know better
Than to say it
All we are is friends
(You know that) All we are is friends
(good luck – yeah) all we are is friends.
I’ll be happy right here to say that you win
The summer is on us
The handle is hers
far out past the fences
no more kind words
for the seasons swimmers
old beginners
no - this is not something
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9. |
A Well of Tires
02:53
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We live for parking lots
And waiting around for no reason
Guilty of nothing
Nothing so subtle
Onlookers make up a strange herd of listeners
We have been here before
Aligned with the blankness of buildings
Shifting and halting
Taking a half-step
Constantly mumbling is making a comeback
The patterns keep proving that all things get better
All winter
The backs of heads make better friends
All winter long
There is a well of tires
Outside South Strafford and Sharon
Repeating the nature
Is coming together
Take off the next place to get through the weather
I’ve seen the records
And all things get better
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10. |
A Million Middle Fingers
02:00
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Sometimes it comes through
In the smallest complications
You need to get there soon
But you’re lost outside of Boston
There’s no need for proof
These are bad directions
Don’t you know that people
Don’t mind when you lose
You were yelling like you knew
And pointing out the exits
The devil had told you
To break up the connection
It all starts coming true
These are bad directions
Don’t you know that people
Like it when you lose
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11. |
Promise The Party
03:23
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We broke the windows so we could see everything
Beyond the pines and passes we’ll see what we mean
The party left me – I was getting in the way
They had to leave me – but the landmarks aren’t that bad
You think of yourself an Atlas
Coming off (rubbing off) you’re more as factless
So simpler we’ll see what’s attractive
Mapping points till it seems lineless
Pointing out a perfect likeness
Recall the callous in its position on the line
The gaze that comes through it won’t give you anything
They had to leave me- and I’m proud to have a part
They had to leave me – it’s the nature of concern
You think of yourself an atlas…
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12. |
Athabasca
03:42
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Athabasca has a hold onto its spring
And its rivers never seem to stop going
Follow back into past wintertime
Back to fall back to those early summer
When you find out what has already been found
And the currents are in need of better grounding
What do these parties ever mean to me
When they leave out decency till later
It was your father’s grandfather’s first fight
There’s enough from yesterday so that you’ll worry
When you find out about your history
And how they left out decency till later
Athabasca has a hold onto its spring
And its rivers never seem to stop going
Follow back into past wintertime
Back to fall back to those early summers
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