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Flying Cars
06:05
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They say less is more
I guess they’ve always had enough
They say it cuts to the core
be thankful that your core is too tough
You’ve got questions about futures
And preparing for failure
You’ve got the latest in technology
Fandoms and flavour
Break with the times
there’s nothing there anymore
and what is convention
but just keeping score
It’s still my intention
to praise and adore
but you don’t make it easy
I guess we’ve been here before
Hold the signs up to the lie
That we’re the apple of your eye
We can’t escape and there’s no room to fly
Since the cars took to the sky
It’s nice that you’re back
Even If it’s just for a moment
Fights in the laundromat
And the lack of a showman
We’ll collide into one
We will kick out the glass
I think it’s clear that it’s done
And this too won’t pass
I’ve seen the signs saying goodbye
Sometimes the right thing is just let it die
We can’t agree and there’s no room to fly
Since the cars took to the sky
And there’s nothing shining on the hill
We resisted
and they persisted
Everyone’s had their fill
Why must there always be
Time for a kill
Why can we not be
Covered until
there’s room to fly
Between the cars that took to the sky
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Holding Pattern
04:14
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You got me
In a holding pattern
You rock me
While the rolling happens
You’ll lose me
Among the firefly lit caverns
I’m the brazen engine
And you’re the robber barons
I kick back
While you kick the wind
I’ve read up on you
You ruin and rescind
It’s broken
It should all be binned
It’s exhausting
There’s fat and then there’s all you’ve trimmed
do we hold on
does this roll on
is it a big drum
that we’re stepping on
are there minutes
that you’re counting on
is this the mountain
we all just lay down on
a mountain we can’t flatten
living in a holding pattern
Like an old cartoon
you’ve got those dollar bill eyes
Same hive
Behind a different disguise
We make room
For the possibility they carry our size
Being given the verdict
Long after you got into knives
I’m not one for looking back
There’s nothing there I feel I lack
And the few moments that leave me elated
Are complicated
But the memories Ive made with you
Will see me through
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Conventional Wisdom
04:40
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A year isn’t really what it used to be
And they tell me we’ll always want one more
Well after this year and the potential of the future
Are you sure?
They say a lot of things don’t they,
them and their conventional wisdom
What happens then when all that wisdom fails us
And it doesn’t put a dent in the system
Maybe we get the message it doesn’t matter
Maybe we just carry on regardless
Well speculation isn’t needed anymore it seems
At the worst of times no one’s there to guard us
And at the midway point
When questions can still put weigh the answers
Even though you’re pretty sure the handle’s yours
No one wants to weather anymore disasters
And sure you’ll miss it when it’s no longer convenient
And there’ll be times when maybe you’ll second guess
Before there was nothing but endless movement
Hopefully you find yourself where it moves a little less
when what a year brings doesn’t have to define us
When behind the scenes very little changed
These roots can’t hold another drop of poison
The loss will always far outweigh the gains
There’ll always be roads
You didn’t run
There’ll always be some
Moments in the sun
There’ll always be love that’s lost and won
And when all is said and done
You owe it all to everyone
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Anchor Lost
05:41
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Let’s make a film about nothing
Let’s fall in love all over again
To be back in the rooms with the sticky floors
To be there when the beginning ends
You’ve always wanted everything but
You’d settle for a cup of tea
I’m so proud of you and all your anger
A teeth bared beautiful elegy
When nobody’s looking
When nobody needs us
When nobody’s there
Let’s escape under cover of firelight
Let’s go, let’s go, let us go, let us go
Let’s laugh about it later
Paint the face up on the wall
When a sad world lost an anchor
A pin drop a needle fall
When nobody’s listening
When nobody cares
When nobody’s gets you
Let’s escape all of these burning nights
Let’s go, let’s go, let us go, let us go
Out beyond the station there’s a clearing
Where all the writers lost their hearing
Where all the choirs stopped believing
It’s time my love that we were leaving
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Snatched Back
04:28
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You snatched it back
From the jaws of death
And at this time of night
No one looks their best
You steadied yourself
And addressed the remaining few
We’ll get it right at least once
Before this year is through
Cover the engine
Clean up the nuts and bolts
This is not where it’s ending
Skip to the part
Where you see past all of my faults
Reign in the outliers
That quietly proud remaining crew
You’ll be in love at least once
Before this year is through
Enter the room with steely purpose
In the back of your mind repeating
Please don’t hurt us
Find the storage locker downtown
The one place that still has a surplus
When they break away from the figurehead
Someone will alert us
Someone will alert us
When you arrive
You won’t know who to trust
You’ll need just a few to survive
You’ll need just one to go bust
Talk down the accounts
From where they’ve exhausted all the clues
They’ll have your back at least once
Before the year is through
Ride those bold decisions
Through the holes in your shoes
You’ll turn back at least once
Before the year is through
I’ll give you all that you lack at least once
Before the year is through
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Future Countries
04:51
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Can these buildings
Of my memory
Stand the weather
Stand the time
Will they hold up
To the distance
The assault of future countries
And the occasional crime
Will I return here
One day changed
To find a thick layer of dust
On every surface
Or will someone take my spot
And hang up their own pictures
Paint the walls and break up
The recollection of purpose
Keep moving
but keep a place
for all of these structures
for the familiar embrace
for the moments and madness
for the silence and the sadness
keep a corner set aside
unaffected by the ride
Can these objects
Long collected
Carry with them
Where they’ve been
Can decay be halted
By existing conditions
This thread is delicate
And barely seen
You can know it
They can show it
But there’s nothing easy
About this equation
Brace for impact
Strap yourself in
this runaway train
Has left the station
All the signs
Point towards corrosion
There’s no polish
On the dead end path
Stay safe
But not too safe
There’s always one clear choice not taken
In the aftermath
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Rust Over
05:04
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I want to stay here
Till I rust over
The forgotten corners
Dug into the soft, rich earth
No one above me
And no one beneath
Take head of warnings
Every day of your search
I’m not making it easy
I’m sticking to my guns
I want to stay here
Till I rust over
I want you here with me
Carve us in marble
The ignored reclusive trenches
your mind a music box
As long as we can keep
The world at arms length
Your screen tells one story
But no one is picking these locks
We’re not coming back lightly
We’re making our stand
We want to stay here
Till we rust over
Unharvested apples
Litter the yard
Broken pencil line limbs
Scratched hard into cold grey sky
We haven’t noticed the time
Not that we’re trying that hard
The grass here never gets dry
But we get by
All tragedies converge
To make things possible
From what was taken
Let something grow
My arms
always poised to catch you
Hiding out in the nation of the other
The places where they’d never think to go
We’re not making this obvious
But the stakes in the ground
We’re going to stay here
Till we rust over
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Come Along
05:17
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You crashed the party
when that was something you could do
You’d just got started
When they told us it was through
You didn’t listen
Just moved out on the asphalt
All hands together
Everyone to blame when it’s no one persons fault
We invented new things
We threw our confidence ahead
We spent the long, cold summer
Driving from the kitchen to the bed
We adapted for the curve ball
And found the cracks where we’d shine through
The best of us were patient
Stayed resilient till that one good thing grew
Silence the whispers
Ignore the throng
And when you’re ready
Come along
Come along
Come along
We discovered together
All the things we’d quietly hoped
Confirmed complacency
Would never have us by the throat
Counted our lucky stars
One by one by one
Come with all that you’ve got
I’ll still be standing, when each of you is done
Drown out the clatter
With your sweet triumphant song
And when you’re ready
Come along
Come along
Come along
If you can be better
Choose to be better
Why pretend
You have a choice
Love is a protest
Follow it to the letter
It’s yours to send
Give it a voice
You don’t have to fit in
To a place where you don’t belong
Just when you’re ready
Come along
Come along
Come along
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Ready Now
05:22
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What did you expect
What did you expect
After all that was wrecked
and the loss of respect
What did you expect
If it wasn’t nailed down
If you didn’t put your name on it
It won’t be here when you return
Just something more counterfeit
If you didn’t bust a gut
If you didn’t show off
How will we know it was you
That added all of this
To the edges of the trough
What did you expect
What did you expect
After eliminating all other suspects
And breaking all the necks
What did you expect
Claim what you think is rightful
Get off quickly once you take your bow
You see that all around is frightful
I wasn’t ready then
I’m ready now
If you brandish the weapons
If you catch on quick
How will the others be reckoned with
Be the carrot and carry a big stick
If there’s liars in the pulpit
And few good in the weeds
How will we know where the full of it sit
When we are counting up all the quiet deeds
What did you expect
What did you expect
When they defame and deflect
And celebrate the reject
What did you expect
Stay hidden until it’s really time to fight
No one out there will show you how
When faces are reddened and time is tight
I wasn’t ready then
I’m ready now
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Superimposed Stars
05:05
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That old Black and white
The Grainy scaffolding
No shirt
Different sight
Not an ounce of fat on him
And the spiders grind along the brim
And the spiders grind along the brim
Where’s he been in 1968
The weight of many
The weight of many
Pointing at
What’s too late
Got to be just so when he gets home
So few places left to go again he’s stone
So few places left to go again he’s stone
And he wants to live
In front of
Superimposed stars
Superimposed stars
Superimposed stars
He wants to fly under
Superimposed stars
Superimposed stars
Superimposed stars
There’s nothing like the drum
Did he run for office gov
Grasping at
All that’s never going to come
The radar sways above
Every second that I’m in love
Every second that I’m in love
Let’s put our hands through
Superimposed stars
Superimposed stars
Superimposed stars
Let me die surrounded by
Superimposed stars
Superimposed stars
Superimposed stars
The radar sways above
Every second that I’m in love
The radar sways above
Every second that I’m in love
Every second that I’m in love
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Underdog Story
03:29
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We’ve updated our terms and conditions
We’ve found there’s a time for counting us out
We’ve written our own underdog story
You’ve got the title
We’ve got the clout
We’ve told ourselves there’s a future
We’ve found the ingredients to the spell
We’ve relinquished our built up tolerance
You’ve got the arena
We’ve got the bell
You can’t tell us by our uniform
We’ve got progress not perfection
You’ve had the lights on we’ve had the curtains drawn
But it’s time for payment
We’re here for collection
Make this your marching cry
Take out the matching tie and handkerchief
Make this your recipe with no life details
Make this your moment beyond the rows and rows of retail
We’ve reviewed and rated the decisions
We’ve found there’s a time for counting on us
Better to be your own underdog story
You’ve got the handshake
We’ve got the trust
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Pigeonhole Me
04:27
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The lights curled around his finger
As a matter of fact he wouldn’t ring her
His edges singed by short distance to the sun
That snap of history where we weren’t the one
I see it now for what it all was
You buy the ticket based on tremendous buzz
But the plays a wash and the stage is bare
The critics pen elaborate ways to care
Everyone raced
To sign the petition
Everyone agreed
The situation
Was not ideal
Everyone sang
As if with one voice
When no one
had a choice
Or a part in the steal
I feel the old well up behind the new
This far back it’s not the things you do
We craft a moment from familiar wings
That brought us here way passed believing
It used to be
Don’t pigeonhole me
Now it’s
Let my pigeonhole be
The thing you’ll use
To bury me
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Miscellaneous Plumbing Fixtures New Milford, Connecticut
Songwriting and banging your instruments together
The main thing I love to do is write
songs. I pick up various instruments from ukulele to piano, accordion to percussion and electric guitar to harmonica and bang them about to try and get close to the noises I hear in my head but the writing comes first.
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