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The Harland Wolf
03:02
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She said “Do you like nightmares? I grew this one here in a cage.
You can keep it and cherish it most of your days.
It’s low maintenance as long as it gets out to play.
A commitment, but who could let spitefulness stray?”
A burden relieves so get your ass right out of that seat
And keep pushing that rock but keep time with your feet.
It’s historical so don’t underline the retreat.
You’re still standing so was this really a defeat?
I don’t know.
But time overwhelms if you count every second each day
Turns to mud if you march with each misstep you take
Not a matter of milestones but moments they say
Try to measure while it devours everything
And the Harland Wolf runs on
The Harland Wolf runs
Off in directions that no one could hope to expect
Mess of fur, rabid, lost, landlocked feral shipwreck
It is fate or just a cruel case of cause and effect
Chase the moon to get blinded by headlights instead
And then you’re stuck.
But luck is a concept that can’t be banked on without work
Love like petrol will combust when there is a spark
What the burned do when it’s left no visible mark
Chase the moon. You chase the moon.
And the Harland Wolf runs on
The Harland Wolf runs on.
But time overwhelms if you count every second each day
Turns to mud if you march with each misstep you take
Not a matter of milestones but moments they say
Try to measure while it devours everything
But luck is a concept that can’t be banked on without work
Love like petrol will combust when there is a spark
What the burned do when it’s left no visible mark
Chase the moon. You chase the moon.
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Simple
02:55
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Reaching puzzle pieces that fit deeper than my soul
Well, I guess that is one way to spend my night.
Electronic Screens are seamless, help disguise the hole
That I have dug around the earth’s crust all my life.
And now I see with clarity like Ashby on the floor
That I will choke when all the big moments find me
And I could stack them on a shelf in a mechanical order
To sit with all the books I’m yet to read
But I lie sickeningly simple on the floor
Oh so sickeningly simple on the floor
And I’m sickeningly simple, oh just staring at the beams
That rest indefinitely high above my head
And it’s sickeningly simple all those words that came to me
I should have wrote them down before I went to bed
And now they’re sickeningly absent from my head
So I’lll stay sickeningly simple instead
And I’ll dream of falling free like dead leaves in October
But I’ll rarely set a foot outside my door
I’ll procrastinate twice a day. Dark blue-eyed angels bat their lashes
Til my lying head can take no more
And all my simple thoughts cascade onto the floor
In a sickeningly simple waterfall.
And I’m sickeningly simple, oh just staring at the beams
That rest indefinitely high above my head
And it’s sickeningly simple all those words that came to me
I should have wrote them down before I went to bed
And now they’re sickeningly absent from my head
So I’lll stay sickeningly simple instead
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3. |
Checker Shadow
03:50
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Time can move so slow for me
And I must face my own deceit
And I should learn from prayers from those who hold their own firm testaments
But I shall walk alone it seems
And when you’re falling about your feet
See those cannonballs stacked so steep
Gamble what is in this for me
Do we hold fire or set it free?
And Time could make this whole for me
Paint in oils my destiny
And oh for a Garden with Gods that make this happen
But you can’t rule your dynasty
So hold your footing and make your peace
Maybe this wasn’t meant to be
Somethings you’re not programmed to see
Checker Shadow has got you beat
But time breaks down the time
Moves in a straight line
And this could be fine
‘Cause we’ve still got
Time that’s measured by the light
Press upon us when it’s night
Because in the darkness we find need to make our mark yes
But this might pass by morning time
But that’s the wager we’ve got to take
Fall to slumber or stay awake
It’s a pattern to mend or break
If you measure what is at stake
But time breaks down the time
Moves in a straight line
And this could be fine
‘Cause we’ve still got Time
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The House
03:36
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I haunt the wall with these ideas
Were they born or were they lost here
Confined in brick, confined in stone,
Confined in bone and matter now
They must be here some place
Counting days since we last swayed to beats of starling shadows
Or lived how horses choose to run
And through the doorway on the shelf I catch a glimpse of home and pain
That remind me of the time
When you could come on up to the house
And we’d have a good day
We’d have a good day
Those recollections that anchor me now
I never measured what they’d weigh
I never measured what they’d weigh
And I guess we’re homesick most
For the places we have never known
And we don’t shake hands through this glass
So turn the page, close the book, or write another paperback
To create another time
When you could come on up to the house
And we’d have a good day
We’d have a good day
And now these echoes repeat without sound
And they’ll never release me
Never release me
But oh Captain, my Captain Trips
You will never defeat me.
You will never defeat me
And I am sorry if I can’t stand my ground
I guess I’m still reeling.
I guess I’m still reeling.
And I’m sorry if I fall out of time
It’s lost all meaning,
it’s lost all meaning
And I’m sorry I say sorry too much
It doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.
It doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.
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