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Intro
00:45
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2. |
Open Space
03:16
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we just missed the summer at longo
the hillside sans the blankets of snow
and the birch feels like company
fool to think its only me
(i’ll) take comfort in knowing that seasons come back around
and you’ll never know that i
found solace in apathy and burying the memory
the space between’s a fallacy
so i might just help paint me your enemy
you tried to play this
i tried to take this to the end
tangled in the ebb and flow
an open space of overcoats and undertows
you tried to play this
i tried to take this to the end
this place is not a prison
though i considered the metaphor
this place is not a prison
hammocks hung, staring up through the leaves
clouds move the same without you next to me
whistled grass to my ear off the breeze
it will echo on
but i will never call it home
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3. |
Canon
05:49
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roll it up and toss it out back at dawn
on both sides of 5 for too long
ten cups of coffee til i'm sober i thought id understand when i was older
but i'm still placating faces and conceding traces
it's like trying to explain the difference between what you see and what's sane
forfeiting collateral as means to a mental fast to forget it all
i want someone to explain the reasons we subject ourselves then refrain
refrain from a dialogue
afraid to learn what we're even measuring at all
so i tested my resolve against off-season aperol
a summer precipice before the fall
streamed successes and pedestals
i found it ever so methodical
what you're framing as canonical
a side-by-side headspace
a separate set of law
through a lens all my own
a clean slate after all
indoctrinate me
pull over the wool
swaddle a fragile ego
incriminate me
pull back the curtain
on what i found in the ignorance
holding candles to ignorance
rattle the compass
to mimic our trajectory
spiral accomplice
always held the door for me
oh, still throwing out at dawn
on both sides of 5 for how long?
10,000 cups and i’m older
it all just feels colder cause i’m
perpetually postering
what we found along the way
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4. |
Winona Ride Or Die
04:13
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amidst delusions of grandeur
and self righteous pandering
and me barely managing
to find reasons to justify
holding my breath windowside
you always say what you mean
when you never mean anything
and i figured it all on my own when i was you
i can’t seem to let this go away
standing at this altar of circumstance, preaching my empathy to a fault
defined by misguided wanderlust
live lost, i’ll carry on
our lives in hypothetics
were immune to my ennui
the caveats of dreams
understanding all that id concede
all the things that i’ve owned
all the things that you don’t
if only you’d stopped flailing
i’d have pulled you from the water
but you chose to hit the bottom a martyr
a martyr to selfish indifference
but who am i to judge
the actor or the penitent
you handed me the gavel
if only you’d stop
penning these sympathy symphonies
cant see forests from trees
self deprecating script veiling lessons in modesty
if the first step’s admitting it, then the second cant be out the door
cause then what’s it all for?
so come down off the ivory
start digging out of that bitter hole
so come down off the ivory
lacking time and a word
for reaping all the shit that you sow
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5. |
Zihuatanejo
04:39
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i’d rather take the blame
than take responsibility
i’d rather take the blame
than have to take this home
if you knew what’s the issue?
i’ll say you’ve never brought this up before
while i’m staring at the floor
but that’s not quite asking
not that it would fix it anymore
i’ll keep basking in shade and pretend to be bored
you wanted the betterment
with these shorelines as sutures
i tried to circumvent the issues feigning armistice
so give me all the blame
i’ll handle it down the road
i’ll take that patient silent prose
this shouldn’t all be the same to me
we are miles away from day-to-day
i can’t shake the dust from the carry ons
it’s been too far and far too long
i lied you forgot to call me on that shit
i guess we’re over it
you wanted a future met
with these skylines as ignorance
but that is not the way
i am the saboteur
i can say it now with a clear conscience
but a mouthful of the sand that i’m standing on
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6. |
The Grey
06:30
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sinking in salt, the grains i’ve been taking in
exchanging these lessons for victories
like moths to flame, throwing caution around again
the bliss of the hive cost more than you set aside
im asking you
what earns your affinity
i’m asking you
don’t fall for a litany
of cozy rhetoric tonight
it’s making me crazy
discomfort in grey with a precedent
that all remains the same
i’ll gather all the earth
you’ll abandon reason
and hope you will take me all the same
demonstrate to me your worth
exorcise all others words
what’s my faith if only you stand to gain?
subject to narrow plans
afraid to question; not to mention
all the effort it takes to ignore a new perspective
exposed to nothing else
force fed a side, offense contrived
a talking head won’t decide
who i say hello to
i have much to show you
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Aunts Hartford, Connecticut
Mark, Tory, Kevin, Conner. Old friends, new music. Thank you for listening
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