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Wonder
04:08
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What would you do if I never were spotted alone
on the banks of the Hudson at night?
And what would you do if I always would call on the phone
just to ask if we were still alright?
Would you see me as a fool in love
or just a jester whose tongue should be tied
or a solid figured god above?
You'd be mistaken if I hadn't tried.
Called it safety just to be inside.
So pack your bags and
Meet me in the backstreets of this town.
We'll smoke a joint.
We'll burn it down.
It's hard to swallow these feelings now.
And what would I do if I caught you in catching the act
of me rolling my eyes in the dark?
And what would you do if I promised to break every pact
we had made while the car was in park?
Would you call me a liar, a thief,
a rantipole, a bandit, a crook?
Was I really a devil beneath?
Could I really return what I took?
Find God in the bindings of a book?
So save your looks and
Meet me in the backstreets of this town.
We'll smoke a joint.
We'll burn it down.
It's hard to swallow these feelings now.
And as we get closer to New York City,
the Hudson looks darker and less convincing.
Maybe you think it could use some fixing.
Maybe you think that there's something missing.
These feelings and these yearnings and those nights on the banks,
It really is a wonder that we never gave thanks.
It really is a wonder that we never sank.
It really is a wonder.
It really is a wonder.
So meet me in the backstreets of this town.
We'll smoke a joint.
We'll burn it down.
We'll take a drink.
We'll never drown.
We swear we'll someday leave this town.
It's hard to swallow these feelings now.
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2. |
Heaven Seems So Low
05:18
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rise from behind the hills of new york
and I'll squat before a porcelain desk
head in the pipes, face flushed with blood
maybe I'll write myself into success
heaven seems so low tonight
if you look at it you might knock it over
heaven seems so low tonight
if you reach for it you might get to touch it
blanket fort keep me safe from the world
I got enough food to last us three weeks
nevermind the rips in your gossamer walls
they're only there if you admit defeat
heaven seems so low tonight
if you look at it you might knock it over
heaven seems so low tonight
if you reach for it you might get to touch it
how can I saw that the face makes a man
when when she looks at me I'm a child
dying the tapestries I will hang
cuz I can't hold my spine up alone
give me a cradle and a bottle
I won't cry out
I won't cry out
I swear I won't cry out
heaven seems so low tonight
if you look at it you might knock it over
heaven seems so low tonight
if you reach for it you might get to touch it
your legs are too short
and your lines are too long
and your bars are too high
everyone wants to live everlasting
I just don't want to die
so set your sights for nowhere
your languor drink up
and take me to your parents' house
we'll wrestle quietly under the stairs
and I swear that we'll figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
we can figure it out
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT
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3. |
Reflection
03:52
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Stop looking at your face in the mirror.
You're not your reflection.
You're not your reflection.
You're not your reflection.
You're not your reflection.
You say it time and time again.
Your calendar it calls you ten.
It passes by ten times again.
What will you do with your body?
What will you do with your time?
What will you do with those stories you tell
to your grandmother's ashes at night?
Friday night blues you got me down on my knees.
You got me staring at mirrors.
You got me crying out, please,
why can't my addled body just do what it pleases?
You got me crying out, Jesus,
yeah you are such a tease.
I write these songs as a letter to my ungrateful soul.
It's not ready for salvation
in any sense of the word.
I write these words as a memory to a fading life,
not an image for creation,
though I never can be sure.
I want to know.
I want to know.
I want to believe your reflection is all that you are.
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4. |
100°
04:05
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I was one hundred degrees from right
when obtuse I branded onto your arms
the marks appropriate to you and I entwined
the angles our bodies took left our impressions signed
so ill-defined we lay
and I could not say what I mean
I tried to build a house around you and me where words were deed
and comfort was plenty
when it fell the walls from inside they sagged I watched them collapse
and drenched them in benzene
razing the empty
where reason left me
we were many miles ahead of ourselves
when we said it'd run so easily
for us to understand the working of a life
to distract from demons through the course of every night
I tried to build a house around you and me where words were deed
and comfort was plenty
when it fell the walls from inside they sagged I watched them collapse
and drenched them in benzene
razing the empty
where reason left me
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5. |
One of Them
03:51
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Can't hold this sentiment.
How long is sentiment?
Snagging our world,
it's like simple linens my world.
But linens and brothers hold on to you.
What if you're one of them?
What if you're one?
I hate your common sense.
A life based on remembrance
is nothing but thought.
It's but unwashed linens, my love.
But linens and lovers hold on to you.
What if you're one of them?
What if you're one?
One of them, you say you're sorry.
You say you're sorry for what you've done.
You say you're sorry.
We say we're sorry, and then move on.
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6. |
Nighttime
04:34
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the nighttime she slips out of all of our glasses
put on your slippers and open the doors
i still don't know if tomorrow will happen
but i can't go on thinking like this no more
i've heard it said
that seraphim burn calories like celery
they demand no service
in the night
smoldering soul with rubber boots
in a garbage dump with no jersey
you can scream forever silently
eternity follows me into the shower
drips down my back like a perfect storm
as I read the paper she looks over my shoulder
kicks me in her sleep but she keeps the bed warm
i've heard it said
that seraphim burn calories like celery
they demand no service
in the night
smoldering soul with rubber boots
in a garbage dump with no jersey
you can scream forever silently
the nighttime she drips onto all of our ashes
cremate your feelings and leave at the door
fill up unleaded and drive to the edge of the world
she follows she'll never be far
behind
she takes an iron spike and drives
in your feet in place of peace of mind
she takes the wonder from your life
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7. |
Sleeper
04:04
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(1)
Sleeper won't you hide away your sheets?
Don't you know, you're one of us today.
Grab your dirty linens, brush your teeth.
Don't take it slow. You're one of us today.
(2)
Lover, you are nowhere to be found.
Your voice is forgotten in the ground.
I'll just take a moment, you'll be found.
You'll be found.
(1)
Sleeper hide your slumber, hide your dreams.
Don't you know, they're no good for you today?
Fairytales and fables, lullabies, lulling lies
won't make your life okay.
(2)
Just trying to get on by.
I want off, I want off, I want off this ride.
Yeah, let's get imbibed,
drown our sorrows down in forties down by the riverside.
All I want is to lie to myself.
You won't let me sleep.
You won't let me
keep on believing my safety's inside of these sheets.
These storybook impossibilities,
I'll stop at nothing till they creep
through every moment in my memory.
All I want is to sleep.
All I want is to sleep.
All I want is to sleep.
(1)
Sleeper won't you hide away your sheets?
Don't you know, you're one of us today.
Grab your dirty linens, brush your teeth.
Don't take it slow. You're one of us today.
One of us today.
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8. |
King of Dreams
04:40
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I can't sink underneath my sheets are made of lead
and I can't get the word your name out of my head
of my head
I can't fall asleep there's clawing at my door
my muddled brain recalls the times it came before
before I stepped into this town
mothers tell your children not to run into open arms
he's coming
he's coming back
prepare your finest linens
take fitful gulps of dramamine
the king of dreams returns today
everyone's laughing and cheering
the heavens smile on us today
but they can't see behind his teeth
I can't slip into the plushy feathered crag
there's footsteps in the hall
the doorknob's turning fast
oh too fast
she brought me baskets woven from the trees we knew
and when their stumps cried out she said
"our love was made from you
wasn't your sacrifice so nice"
prepare your finest linens
take fitful gulps of dramamine
the king of dreams returns today
everyone's laughing and cheering
the heavens smile on us today
but they can't see behind his teeth
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9. |
Perfect Body
02:57
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who loves a perfect body
who's felt inside the glass
who's tasted every brushstroke
and swears that I am the last
so what's a masterpiece without a couple scratches
could you really be open
could you really be true
would you return the honest words
that I gave to you
who's forded all your rivers
who buys your cheap defense
who reads what isn't spoken
in your most unseen movements
and though my actions did not translate my intentions
could you really be open
could you really be true
would you return the honest words
that I gave to you
could you really be open
could you really be true
could you return the honest words
that I gave to you
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10. |
Falling Apart
05:38
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God, I hate these nights.
Wonder why your breath is so magnetic
in these fading summer fights.
You had no right to understand.
Wonder if it shows,
the way my breath just feels a little softer
in this autumn's early snow?
You had no right to know.
I'm not only showing you what I'm proud of.
This is the only way to my heart.
Some people have ways of showing their love.
I have a way of falling apart.
God, it's late, I'm lost.
Wonder how the grass is standing steady
in this mornings early frost.
You had no right to write me off.
Wonder how you knew,
why I drew my curtains shut.
The sun, it comes too soon.
You had no right to knew.
I'm not only showing you what I'm proud of.
This is the only way to my heart.
Some people have ways of showing their love.
I have a way of falling apart.
Got my bags, got my shoes.
Got my worries 'bout bad news.
Wonder how I'm supposed to chose
my words for you.
Got my wonders in a jar,
cracking up while I pack my car.
Leaving this small town,
going far.
Wonder is who we are.
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11. |
Ostensibly
06:40
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ostensibly we ended friends
fringing upon an opinion
the hours that lagged
between our legs
together gathered could refined
and aged reap wine
we'll not be ones
who discard hands no more found fine
we'll not have wasted any time
we'll not have wasted any time
so worthless now the moments then
you stenciled 'mine' all over them
the 'ours' we lacked
could yet ferment
or frothing fragment at a touch
and fracture, fine
we'll not be us
explode our heads in selfish dust
I'll not have wasted any life
I'll not have wasted any life
I could be virtuous
the size of galaxies
I could be earliest
to rise above this wordless 'we'
I'll break from being one of them
and become one of me
I could be radiant
and stare into the open sea
I could be virtuous
an endless galaxy
I could be earliest
to thunder down this prophecy:
I will burn through my passions love lust ignoring companions
I will stay up at night afraid of fearing darkness and dawn
I will inhabit my demons I'll tutor them in new vices
I'll grip my dogged pursuers dammit I'll plant a new lawn
with their bodies bones and blood I'll build a better foundation
and I will level the crossbeams to be supporting the walls
of the home that she and I will raise over our future ashes
where we'll transmit our wonder so that we can share it all
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Rantipole Annandale On Hudson, New York
Rant´i`pole (rănt´ĭ`pōl) n. 1. A wild, romping young person. ; a. 1.Wild; roving; rakish.
5-piece Hudson-Valley based Indie-rock band.
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