1. |
Lapis Lazuli
04:13
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I saw the Summer burn through your eyes.
I'll pack a case of beer for the ride.
But Summer will come with a catch like it does every year.
Pressed in the pages are petals like lazuli tears.
How do you call a bird who sings only for the stars?
Come in and paint this on my heart.
Bound to your breath.
Shape of your voice carried constant and clear.
Just stay here.
Fleeing like failures.
Blue stained glass.
Like smoke on your jacket.
Warm smell of grass.
Stand like the old guards who watch over young hearts like ours.
A memory safe like the sand on the floor of your car.
How do you call a bird who sings only for the stars?
Come in and paint this on my heart.
Laws of the land.
August it ends as your cab disappears.
Just stay here.
[?] The sunset! The sunset! You guys it's the sunset! The sunset you guys!
How do you call a bird who sings only for the stars?
Come in and paint this on my heart.
Bound to your breath.
Shape of your voice carried constant and clear.
Just stay here.
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2. |
Way Fare
04:03
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It's pouring on the pavement.
It's four in the morning.
No warning.
You call out.
Said you gotta start over.
The Summer's over if you want it.
We're losing ground on a slow drive across town.
And I'm going out of my mind.
And I wonder if you could just give me till tonight.
We parked on the beach,
Set our eyes on a bifurcated skyline.
We're both so tired, feeling empty inside.
Said you broke into a house when you were just a kid.
Said you just wanted to see how normal people live.
We're losing ground on a slow drive across town.
And I'm going out of my mind.
And I wonder if you could just give me till tonight.
We parked on the beach,
Set our eyes on a bifurcated skyline.
We're both so tired, feeling empty inside.
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3. |
Fairuza Balk
04:36
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Southbound, crickets out on a cold
You sure do cross my mind
I remember the time we fell asleep on the train
And we woke up at Coney Island
But lately, I've been feeling out of breath
Like a worn-out record scratched to death
So we just that fence, put the car in drive
Now we're broke, young, and empty on the 405
Headed for the border but we don't know why
And it's a quarter to nine in your blue sundress
You said your daddy, he's a bastard and your mom is a mess
Spray paint on our fingers and a kick drum in our chests
I'm under arrest
Sundown headed out to the shoreline
You got a job downtown
And I've been asking around
But I keep having this dream
That I'm flying over Coney Island
What if I'm not cut out for this?
What if I'm to blame?
What if one day you see me, but forget my name?
So we just that fence, put the car in drive
Now we're broke, young, and empty on the 405
Headed for the border but we don't know why
And it's a quarter to nine in your blue sundress
You said your daddy, he's a bastard and your mom is a mess
Spray paint on our fingers and a kick drum in our chests
I'm under arrest
How can you tell when you're being yourself?
I don't know?
So we just that fence, put the car in drive
Now we're broke, young, and empty on the 405
Headed for the border but we don't know why
And it's a quarter to nine in your blue sundress
You said your daddy, he's a bastard and your mom is a mess
Spray paint on our fingers and a kick drum in our chests
I'm under arrest
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4. |
Over & Out
01:43
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Maybe it's true.
The waning light, it's the denouement.
And your friends they took off,
Off to the rest of their lives.
You know how far it goes.
Like when I crashed on your couch
With my slumbering heart
I was over and out.
Saw you there, through crooked clouds.
Nyquil dreams.
I was out on the lawn screaming at cops
When you crashed your car into my heart.
I'll walk the rest of my life on your clovered path
As I'm over and out.
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5. |
Jehanne 1985
03:55
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Are you the ever creeping vine?
Reaching from the edge?
Pulling from periphery?
Encased in thorn and thread?
I have seen you in the mountains.
I have seen you in the trees.
But you belong to the canyons
And I the ocean breeze.
Take me out this Friday night.
I want to feel alive.
I want to shoot pinball in some dive bar in 1985
Take me out this Friday night.
I want to see your face.
Will I know you by the songs you sing?
Or just know you from the chase?
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing makes sense everything's crazy.
I was beginning to think I don't know who I am anymore.
It was you who made the forest.
And then you burnt it to the ground.
I swore I'd never let you hurt me.
I'd never let you let me down.
I came upon you in a clearing.
You said there's something I should know.
Honor the tempest, cherish the waves.
Lest you sink below.
Take me out this Friday night.
I want to feel alive.
I just want to feel connected.
Just want to go for a drive.
Take me out this Friday night.
I want to see your face.
Will I know you by the songs you sing?
Or just know you from the chase?
Know you from the chase.
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6. |
Ai Ai
03:17
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Out on the lake, a crane she waits.
Morning soft and grey like clay.
I'll cross that plane.
I'll cross that plane.
I saw you from the yard at the window sill.
Cutting flowers for a coffee cup.
Hyacinth and rose.
Hyacinth and rose.
I don't really understand why we can't be sincere.
Like the mountain spring, you draw
Water from the stone.
Water from the stone.
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