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1. |
You Lit Me
03:46
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If I could just open my mouth
Tell you straight what I been thinking
Every night instead of making the rounds
I’m on the couch with the seats that sink in
If I could just hold your gaze
Instead of checking my goddamn phone
All the turns of all my phrases
Took me down the wrong road
We can scrape stuff out of mountains
To power this city
We’ve been screaming through outer space
Since the 60’s
But I’m not brave enough to tell you how much you lit me up
You lit me
If could tell you true and plain
I want you in my blank space in my little black book
You’d make all the names erase
With all their blank faces and their little black looks
I’d type out every spark
I would light your screen with all my thinking
You love science I made art
Both work in a beautiful machine
We can scrape stuff out of mountains
To power this city
We’ve been screaming through outer space
Since the 60’s
But I’m not brave enough to tell you how much you lit me up
You lit me
I feel like running away
This time I’m gonna tell you first
I feel like running away
Could you please go first?
We can scrape stuff out of mountains
To power this city
We’ve been screaming through outer space
Since the 60’s
So I’ll be brave enough to tell you how much you lit me up
You lit me
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2. |
Fault Lines
03:32
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I’m gonna live my secrets out loud
You think you know me, you’d really know me now
Batting my lashes, battening hatches
Dancing to the dizzy in the bathroom stashes
I’m gonna sleep on a bus with a city view
Hang my heart up in the window and cut it loose
Freedom of heart, freedom of mind, a prescription it feels so hard to find
Cuz the ground is always shifting our feet
No fault of yours or mine
It’s just fault lines
It don’t matter to me who saves who
Just that we’ll be fine on the fault line
I’m gonna dance all around this room
I don’t even care, maybe you think I’m stupid
Find out who my friends are, shots taken in the dark,
Raising the level, closing the bar
Cuz the ground is always shifting our feet
No fault of yours or mine
It’s just fault lines
It don’t matter to me who saves who
Just that we’ll be fine on the fault line
Maybe it’s God coming back for us
Maybe it’s nature talking smack to us
I just wanna feel good
And I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Cuz the ground is always shifting our feet
No fault of yours or mine
It’s just fault lines
Hang on to me - who saves who?
Cuz the ground is always shifting our feet
No fault of yours or mine
It’s just fault lines
It don’t matter to me who saves who
Just that we’ll be fine
On the fault line
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3. |
18 Hours
03:37
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It started with your heartbeat
Reflecting off of mine
If you feel it before eyes meet
You better take it as a sign
So we share a skinny sidewalk
And you talk with your hands
We cover every city block
In a tunnel vision kind of trance
I already know and you know too
They'll make movies about this plot twist
18 hours to a first kiss
We found an empty diner
Made sculptures with the straws
And midnight came as a reminder
That we were falling in like jigsaw
So we crashed an empty city park
Back and forthing third degrees
Throwing stones into the dark
And yelling wishes to the trees
I already know and you know too
They'll make movies about this plot twist
18 hours to a first kiss
The sun woke up the skyline
With something waking up in us
I tried on the thought of you as mine
From the top of the parking garage
Our fingers interlaced
I was trying to act tough
You leaned into my dizzy space
Whispered enough is enough is enough
I already know and you know too
They'll make movies about this plot twist
18 hours to a first kiss
I already know and you know too
They'll make movies about this plot twist
18 hours to a first kiss
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4. |
Do the Work
03:44
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Every night I have to sleep away the devil then I start all over again
Every doubt every worry always seems to get too big for my head
It's a slow burn a quarter turn every mile
But it's the right thing makes me sing and it's worthwhile
I don't know how else to go
Just gotta do the work
Wake up to something incredible
Build a constellation not a firework
I wanna die with no money left
I'm gonna time it out so I go down with my last cent
It's simple really, gut feeling, each time I check
Don't want the rat race two-faced feeling sick
I don't know how else to go
Just gotta do the work
Wake up to something incredible
Build a constellation not a firework
I am surprised
What I can make with these lows and highs
I don't know how else to go
Just gotta do the work
Wake up to something incredible
Build a constellation not a firework
I don't know how else to go
Just gotta do the work
Wake up to something incredible
Build a constellation not a firework
I don't know how else to go
Just gotta do the work
Wake up to something incredible
Build a constellation not a firework
Build a constellation not a firework
Build a constellation not a firework
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5. |
The First Cold War
03:09
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We played in the yard 'til dinner time
Breathing in the war
Through airwaves and the blaring sirens
Flowing through like arctic air metallic at its core
We’d look up at the sky
We were playing knights and kings
Castles tall as missile silos
Hoping all their fighting words didn’t mean anything
Every night we’d go to sleep
Pray they’d softly tread
We’d pray the Lord our souls to keep
With their hands on the button
And ours over our heads
We were growing up and growing walls
We got numb to all the talk
We forgot how backyard kingdoms fall
And how it’s hard to breathe the air when you’re sharing it with warhawks
Every night we’d go to sleep
Pray they’d softly tread
We’d pray the Lord our souls to keep
With their hands on the button
And ours over our heads
Isn’t it just like us
The atoms that bind us
Are the ones that blow us up
Every night we’d go to sleep
Pray they’d softly tread
We’d pray the Lord our souls to keep
With their hands on the button
And ours over our heads
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6. |
Money & Heart
04:50
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I grew up always trying to put on the right face
Carried everything I knew inside of my guitar case
Hymns in the choir came with an impossible key change
I kept changing key and they kept looking at me strange
Playing for change at the checkout of a grocery
Playing for strange looks on the steps of my university
Playing for coffee like I wasn’t worth anymore
I got blood on my strings, it was my devotion to the hardcore
Spillin’ out unformed thoughts every night on the open mic
Spitting out deformed throbs of my heart when the time was right
Stomping flip flops on the asphalt in the middle of the summer
Making fun of those jerks driving by in their yukons and their hummers
We were earnest and naive and saviors and it was all truthful
But some of these thoughts in our head never turned out to be useful
We thought we desired the lives of the beaten down troubadour
But martyrs don’t walk through their own open doors
When the headphone meets the ear
When the artist beats the fear
Is there a system to this art?
Is there money where there’s heart?
Now I’m scared you might find me funny enough to like online
A thumbs up is cheaper than funneling nickels and dimes
Into Bandcamp, iTunes, Spotify, Rhapsody
How much do you value the commerce in the melody
Am I a scroll thru check-in tiny light in your day
Or is this gonna be a currency on the level of the New York Exchange
My stock might rise, it might fall, and I know that it might flatline
But I know that my calves might start to burn from the rate of the incline
So you have to understand - I’m going to do this
Without regards to time or cost or money or success
I’m talking yours, I’m talking mine, I’m talking nobody’s gotta get undermined
But I’m gonna do this anyway and I will HATE THIS if I don’t find a way
I will not be the one who waits around for the next hope
Passivity will string us all up faster than a good rope
And I want all these things to collide, like money...and art
One we work hard for, and one we think is hard
When the headphone meets the ear
When the artist beats the fear
Is there a system to this art?
Is there money where there’s heart?
Now please understand I approach you with a reverence
I don’t wanna preach and I would never come at you all malevolent
But now is not the time to ask when I’m gonna get a real career
Or tell your kids that I’m simply going through a phase here
Because this is the stuff that saved us from our adolescence
The groove, the hook, it hits us like an obsession
Pulls us out of the hell that happens to us every single day
I say no doctor, no lawyer, can perpetually save
But the headphone meets the ear
When the artist beats the fear
Is there a system to this art
Is there money where there’s heart?
When the headphone meets the ear
When the artist beats the fear
Is there a system to this art
Is there money where there’s heart?
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