1. |
summer
04:19
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summer
i hear they finally found it
barely even written
in a treason-proof cave
they say it's nothing alarming
but it's hard to believe
when they're acting so strange
'cause now their heads turn all the way around
they say well now i've seen everything
summer's on the way
see, nothing really means anything
summer's on the way
we've lost our faith in the commonplace
the prince is always caught smiling
and reeled in cheerfully
a riddle on his breath
he's dreaming up a volcano
where natives gather
just to watch him look his best
but when they tell him jump he disappears
he says well these are my sacred shoes
summer's on the way
tradition isn't the same as truth
summer's on the way
it's always never too late
it's always never too late
she says the ancients are all around
laughing and sulking
in a paradox of their own
he's like well why are they hiding
if they love me so dearly
how am i always alone
she says if you stare through the
fear glued to your bones
you're gonna notice eventually
summer's on the way
there's only one kind of energy
summer's on the way
don't try to lie to infinity
summer's on the way
in the sunlight the truth will be safe
in the sunlight the truth will be safe
and we'll be on our way
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2. |
earthquake
05:03
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earthquake
Some people see the sky for the blue;
some people only see clouds.
Some say, "Alone is alone," and that's true;
but, some people only feel alone in a crowd.
We're talking labels. Give it a name.
Nature has smiled in advance.
A rose with any other thorn would taste the same--
see: it's not what you say, it's just the way that you dance.
Because, it's not about the Richter Scale;
it's about the Earthquake.
He breathing magma, she singing ice;
you gonna listen, you burn.
He beg for death, she ache for life;
everyone waiting his turn.
He flap is tongue, she wave her hands;
they both tell nothing but lies.
Tectonic treadmills are plates made of sand:
He talking God, she got that Devil;
but, they're both gonna die.
Because, it's not about the Richter Scale;
it's about the Earthquake.
Left of Right and Right of Left,
tomato potahto, two angles on the same point of twist.
She want that freedom and he say, "tomorrow;"
they both do what they think is right,
and we're all being tricked.
We wave our arms, we lift our legs,
we bob our heads to the sound.
Clap of the hands, stomp of the feet;
all of us getting around and around.
You touch your dreams, you pay your rent;
both playing fetch with your lives.
You play it straight--this game is bent!
You drinking hope? You silly;
don't you know the Dollar decides?
Why, it's not about the Richter Scale;
it's about the Earthquake
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3. |
narcissus
03:27
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narcissus
a minor
chords:
am bm7 am/G fmaj7 F E dm7
E|-x-|-x-|-2---|-1----|-1-|-0-|-x--|
A|-0-|-2-|-x---|-x----|-3-|-2-|-x--|
D|-2-|-x-|-x---|-x----|-3-|-2-|-0--|
G|-2-|-2-|-2---|-2----|-2-|-1-|-2--|
B|-1-|-3-|-1---|-1----|-1-|-0-|-1--|
E|-0-|-0-|-0---|-0----|-1-|-0-|-1--|
am b7 am b7
met a mystery in my dream trying to bolt shut a door
am b7 am b7
walked by like a picket line, trying not to see
am b7 am b7
always out looking i don't know what for
am b7 am b7
just inside the shadows something's looking at me
jigsaw cut the pieces so they don't quite fit
have to blur the lines to see them straight
don't aim too close, you just might hit
the effects of which are indiscernable from fate
am/G
[tell me a secret
fmaj7
[tell me something i don't know
am/G
[surprise me
fmaj7 am b7
[or is there somewhere you'd like to go?
wish i were a spy, wish i had no face
all eyes and ears and dark corners
--i'd say things like:
living this way is a rest and a race
fittingly containing little of the former
when the sun rises does it promise to set?
how does it remember where it's going?
can i walk on water before getting my feet wet?
or would i live my whole life without ever knowing?
[this constant silent knocking
[teaching me to endure
[a lifetime
[picking oysters out of this pile of pearls
am F E
(break) am F E
>a few steps more
(break) am F E
>through that hallway
(break) dm7 (strummed once)
>the sirens are listening silently
am b7
>they know it draws me
i picture myself playing poker with a psychic
who keeps raising and raising the bet
and i don't know yet but i've
got these suspicions
they keep bringing me visions
leading me into this prison
deeper than my ears can listen
[and it's an ordinary thing
[shifting gears suddenly
[it wasn't anything to me
[just someone else's sulking dream
[i'm mostly free
[as a ghost can be
>a few steps more
>through that hallway
>the sirens are listening silently
>but they don't hear me
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4. |
jenny
04:20
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jenny
Listen to the track and the way Joe strums with the volume down and then fades it up to make a warm-pad effect. Use it as inspiration and then do whatever you want, but try to match the mood of the piece.
chords:
F13 Cmaj7 e G G/F# G/E Cmaj7(2)
E|----|------|---|-3-|-2---|-0--|---------|
A|----|-3----|---|---|-----|----|-3-------|
D|-3--|------|-2-|---|-----|----|---------|
G|-0--|-0----|-0-|-0-|-0---|-0--|-0-------|
B|-0--|-0----|-0-|-0-|-0---|-0--|-0-------|
E|-0--|-0----|-0-|-3-|-3---|-3--|-3-------|
verse: |F13 |Cmaj7 |F13 |Cmaj7 |F13 |Cmaj7 |e |
>chorus: |G G/F#|G/E |G G/F#|G/E |G G/F#|G/E |Cmaj7(2)|e |
F13 Cmaj7 F13
went to the mall today
Cmaj7 F13
little piece of earth covered in tattoos
Cmaj7
everything here comes along with a 30-day guarantee
e
you've got nothing to lose
little specialty stores everywhere
any fancy vice or yearning served
samples are free but quality costs twice as much
it's a natural curve
>jenny sits next to me in the food court
>she says look around you know you might just see god
>plenty of idols or anyway what's the difference
>i smile & nod
walked through the parking lot
seems like everyone now drives an SUV
i guess after hauling a few dozen things it just pays for itself
we'll wait and see
why do we seize these energies
for feeding brief amenities
when we could be freeing the earth from the scourges of starvation and disease
>jenny thinks it's a fascinating thing
>that smooth line next to nothingness
>clean cut edges of finished carpentry we model after our deaths
animals gather around trash cans
searching for food in mangled, processed meats
a squirrel drags a chewed up taco wrapper out & lays it at my feet
we're the only ones doing this
we're the only ones acting like we're kings
letting a knowledge born from years of nature's love destroy that very thing
(trail off end with e)
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5. |
swimming
05:31
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swimming
i know this tyrant
recognize the silhouette
i know this silence
and i've not even heard it yet
sing me that love song
the one you used the first time
my energy's almost gone
nothing rhymes anymore
and all along you've been fine
where are those shackles
i used to make you wear
come now don't be so bashful
one more time let me see that
i'm not listening stare
cause i know you want me to go swimming
your cup is just brimming
it runneth over you say
your game is so thrilling
i even feel willing
but your meals are filling
only for today
you say come with me so sweetly i believe
you relieve me of my better judgement
and lead me into this dungeon
i know your best lines and i love every one
let them cover me with red lines
it's best if i'm alone
even losing sometimes i can feel like i've won
when i'm done, when this madness passes
my thoughts clamber around solving this crime
i have nothing to prove you were stirring this mood
but some half-written notes in the back of my mind
but if i sing then my mind becomes stronger
my skin becomes armor and i become lead
i breathe in and jump into this water
where the world's so much smaller
i can scream all the things i haven't said
death is shaped like an inkspot
it only gets one shot when we lose our breath
'til then we run with our own thoughts right up till our souls stop
we're lying in bed and then one day the dream ends
but those thoughts can't stop me, no
'cause i know the shortcuts
i've run this race before in some other lifetime
i'll revise and revise and revise
and go back and rewrite with the right lines
oh these guidelines are a simple kind of nonsense
they always stay the same
and they are not my calling
'cause all these senseless sensibilities
lack irrational stability
and i can see them falling
there's too much time
and you are not an adversary
you are not an adversary
you are not my enemy
when will we meet
you're allways incomplete
i only see you when i dream
in my mind's eye i picture you soaring
my life's not so boring
compartmentalized
i rise up smiling
living's not beguiling
when i've given up relying
on these trivial eyes
i walk in the noon breeze
it whispers and soothes me
it doesn't need proving
and i am so small
i stall at the entrance
this hesitation's endless
my thoughts are relentless
they won't let me fall
no no they won't let me fall
let
let these
let these in
let these injustices slide
i know the truth is buried
i know the truth's buried just inside
later in a brief intermission
i go over my visions and see them condemned
i tend to disagree
why can't they just be
leave and let us see
you must be a friend
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6. |
home
03:55
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my baby walks a kaleidescope of points of view each one in turn
her eyes they carve the deepest grooves
before she brings me home
my baby flirts with a strange roulette, plays games that haven't happened yet
her cheeks are rose, her breath rosette
before she brings me home
she walks where my secret haunt is
nobody else could find the road
makes me realize we've just been born, and we're endless old
my baby tells me everything except what's really happening
that way i know just what she thinks
and then she brings me home
my baby takes me in her eyes and makes me stay my simple size
she knows when i've been spinning lies, but she just brings me home
my baby shakes up her own rules, five fingered smirks she plays the fool
most people don't even notice they're in school
this classroom is our home
my baby sings to me in the morning
two good reasons not to go
on endless errands of the modern mind
always putting on a show
my baby shows me through this game from nine to five, past death, through flame
gave me her life and let me do the same
we make each moment home
my baby paints me beautiful
she runs her fingers through my soul
she knows men are not what they're told
and so she brings me home
and so she brings me home
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7. |
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When the fever of sleepwalking with no pillow
wakes you up to stare the ceiling to the sky,
if your mind begins to wonder if you still know:
think of me, my love.
Think of me, my love.
Call to me, I will hold vigil by your side.
If you sit at crimson sunset in your green dress
and blue mountains of the details grow so tall
that the animal in your pink heart is speechless:
think of me, my love;
our lavender stream, my love.
We are a dream so large we're every color small.
If you're walking in an apron selling white lies,
serving shells of empty guesses one by one
until it seems you've lost your dreams under your lifetime:
wait for me, my love--
patiently, my love;
I believe we'll dig them up before we're done.
If you're drinking from a crystal filled with regret
and your eyes fill up with water filled with salt,
'cause you're swallowing a rat to catch your secrets:
drink with me, my love.
Wash them free, my love.
Then, let them be; they are your troubles, not your fault.
These woods are many narrow trails to follow.
We'll lose sight of each other. When we do:
if green leaves before the stars leave you to dream alone:
dream of me, my love.
Feel for me, my love.
Turn to me, I'm on the other side of You.
If I'm standing on the door side of the far way,
if I'm singing and beckoning to you,
when you're scratching for the strength to make your heart stay:
sing for me, my love.
Sing with me, my love.
Sing we'll see; finding this song's what got me through.
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8. |
just now
05:53
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Dashel Milligan Spokane, Washington
makes music, chomps.
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