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Our Mores
10:02
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view through open windows
try to keep the line clear
it's not entirely under your control
but they never saw you here
don't ever think that we aren't looking
at every mote in every eye
find the center. shift the ballast
you and I. you and I
there's a babe in every cradle
and a shadow on every wall
they will know you by what you don't say
if no one's listening when you fall
it's 20 steps down to the basement
and 60 miles to outer space
turn the mirror, see who's looking
at your face. at your face
but
take a minute at the corner
take an hour, take your time
you never know what you'll find later
this isn't what I had in mind
there is beauty in the balance
and there is garbage on the beach
there'll be a last thing you say
and some others out of reach
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Guy Fawkes Day
04:20
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Frame the picture on the corner
Wait for the crosswalk, squint your eyes
Give your purchase to the coat check
Like it's a hard-won, fragrant prize
Haunt the stacks, flip through at random
Find something decent, find something true
There's a tune that you've forgotten
A stately moment touching you
Don't fill up the space
Put a smile on your face
It's Guy Fawkes Day
Or could be anyway
Check your phone, unlock the front door
Close the windows, fold the clothes
Try to clean the drunken traces
So that only morning shows
Spend the day and night in noisy bliss
Stand like a statue, right there in the glare
Pull up late into the driveway
Hope you'll see what isn't there
Don't fill up the space
Put a smile on my face
It's Guy Fawkes Day
Or could be, anyway
Wake up early, check the news
There's a shiver on the wire
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We Want the Heat
03:10
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A lean-to, I meet you. You've never seen something smaller than yourself
Dodge raindrops, make short stops. All sound is heavenly when you take it off the shelf
We don't want the light
We want the heat
It's always bigger than you think, and
All these open doors
The clamor and the streets
We hide and seek but don't find any trouble at all
Short morning, long evenings. The endless play of something hidden in the grass
Your glass sweats, trace comets. Tilt your chair back, glances to the past
We don't see the point
You Want relief
And something hanging overhead
All these open doors
Finally growing teeth
The finer things you pled, and
Everything is wrong
Everything's a mess
You're always sorry at the end, and
Silently we wait
Intertwined but less
It's a story that we'll tell
That's all
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In the High Desert
06:18
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Let me tell you what we all need. A little fire in the evening. A different way to see ourselves
Let me tell you what we all think. A cup of coffee and a cheap drink. A list of numbers for someone else
High desert, flyover. 97, you and her
Only one thing to say
The sun going down, casting shadows in the valley. Radioactive, like our hearts
Too close and too far away, and anyway you won't stay. It's just a moment that ends and starts
Means more than it means to me, two years later in the valley. We all know it ebbs and flows
"Big fat waves crashing through." Long nights with me and you
Only one thing to say
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Heart Attack High
05:54
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We drove 13 hours, stopped in a Wendy’s near Reno
There were ashtrays and slots and someone getting onto a bus
Over mountains and salt flats, our vision blurring into the distance
Not much to hold on to
Shut my eyes as the nighttime rolled in
And we knew what was backwards
The smoke drifting into the distance
Rolled down the window and thought about where we had been
And I don’t know that we had put too much thought into anything
There’s the person you are and the person you’re trying to be
And the shape of the mountains told me what I’d been missing
Turned off the car, found out how to stay clean
Twenty-four disc holder with them all sitting together like siblings
You went one by one, stopped for a minute, then started again
Pretty soon all my friends would come around asking what happened
We left in the dark - in the passenger seat I sat and thought about what you said
And we knew what was backwards
The smoke drifting into the distance
Rolled down the window and thought about where we had been
And there were mixtapes and matches and long silent drives into the mountains
Weird conversations like businessmen feeling each other out
There’s the person you are and the person you can’t quite see coming
And we both know you never figure it out
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I had a yellow bike, banana seat, riding down school street and back
My friends all rode skateboards and we smoked in the back of their houses
I guess it was dangerous walking the streets at midnight
I mean... that's what you told me, that's what you told me
It must have been true
But now I can't believe it all was so easy
You wake up in the morning, make the coffee, cross the names off the list
And I know it was something to believe in
An echo of wanting, an echo of trying
I open the windows and the air begins to come in
My girlfriend's name was Katie. We sat on the swings and she told me my future
I fell pretty often but there wasn't that much to say
My focus turned eastward, over the mountains, into the country
There were trails in the woods. I coughed myself clean, there in your bedroom, and
I told you the truth. I told you what happened. It was there in the pool hall
It was there in the pool
Long nights and cool summers
Drive the car to a party
I don't know how it happened, left my jacket behind
But I didn't care about the corners of places
And I didn't care about the music you liked
I didn't try to make friends in low places
I can't believe I knew what I wanted.
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Ballad of the Coelacanth
03:04
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There are so many cutting things you could say
And you'll never run out of ways to hurt
Take the last turn in the easy chair, and try not to stare
We remember our way back to you
But always rip up the map
You can try to dress it up, still feels like a trap
It's the little things you remember
And sometimes it's enough
Pull back and say something soothing for once
There's the little hands and big ones
And the things you can hang on the wall
What we tell you. What you hear
It's not much at all
But like the creatures down deep in the ocean
They know what they want
Take a deep, dark breath and say something soothing, for once
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Twenty hours in a rented room, safe and warm
Turn the lights off, close your eyes again, try and sleep
It's anyone's guess what happens when we're not looking
When the tree falls
Safe in bed. Safe in bed
So call out
I'm waiting
Everyone clear the room
Two weeks left, a silent auction, treasures left behind
Try so hard to hold on to me, like we're asleep in the womb
There will be papers and pictures, and parties we'll forget
Were you looking when the tree fell, and got us all wet
So call out
We're waiting
Everyone clear the room
Heart swells
Suffocating
Everyone clear the room
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Survive, or Try
05:05
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There are rats that are crawling across cracks in the pavement, looking for pain that they might as well find
And there is water that flows down the drains to the lake here, looking for quiet places to hide
And there is someone waiting alone, but it's not me. I'm on the street where it's sunny and light
Say hello to everyone. And tell them when the deed is done
There's the way all the windows are cold, dark, and empty, as if they've uncovered the hole in your heart
And there are kids on the playground, voicing rising in triumph, all of them chasing that one simple spark
And there is all of us, trying, our grip slowly slipping, we open our hands like we know where to start
So say hello to everyone. And tell them when the deed is done
Because all I want is for everything to be ok
But you insist on the promise of another day
Ok
There are games that you play while you're waiting for something, governed by rules that nobody else knows
And there are friends who will tell you that they know what you're missing, thinking that somehow they know what you chose
And there are rats that will welcome you home when you get there, sharing your pain, rending your clothes
So say hello to everyone
And tell me when the deed is done
Because all I want is for everything to be ok
But you insist on the promise of another day
Yeah, all I want is for everything to be ok
but you insist on the promise of another day
Well, ok
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