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Tarmac
02:23
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For what it’s worth now
I was young then
It’s so easy to say stuff in your 20’s, isn’t it?
So meet on the tarmac
And go get get your life back
I hope it’s where you left it, how you left it
And I remember how it felt
To leave all of yourself in something
That you couldn’t help
So borrow a box truck
And pack all your things up
Maybe you donate some of it or throw that shit away
This’ll take so long
But there’s nothing wrong
With getting a little bit sentimental anyway
So don’t wait up
You’re not one’s fool
And you’ve waited long enough
Or all of this
Is meaningless
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2. |
Rootbound
02:47
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Tomcats
Fighting in the Side lot
Woke me from like a gunshot
Nearly made my heart stop
Daybreak
Spilling on the front lawn
Painted on the far wall
Moves me like a rag doll
Well I know
It’s over
So borrow
What you can’t own
House plants
Resting as the ink dries
Reaching for the sunlight
Tied our laces too tight
Rootbound
By the way you found out
all of what you wanted
never would be flawless
Well maybe all the time spent
Waiting on the perfect
Took its toll in half-steps
Til it wasn’t worth it
Make your mark by lamplight
Save it til the time’s right
Adding up the total
Cuz I know that’s it’s over
It’s over
Yeah I know
It’s over
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On Purpose
03:16
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Chalk it up to city summers
Got to know your younger brother
Renovated central hospital
On the roof it felt so optional
It all seemed optional
If it’s not on purpose let it slide
If it won’t be perfect close your eyes
But I still feel it like it’s recent
A slower burning day and evening
We haven’t been back in some time
Hard not to think that’s by design
That’s by design
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I.N.T.L.
02:15
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It seems like just the other day
Somebody died with my name
Here meaning someone with my name died
But it’d come as no surprise
From a long line of people
Who couldn’t find their limits
The youngest son of a preacher
Made one too many visits
To the brink
Before one went the other way
And he couldn’t slip that grip—not this time
As the color left his lips
We planned a long line of headlights
But back to that Sunday
Whereupon my name was on
A list I didn’t think I’d earned just yet
So fold up the paper
As best I am able laid on the table by the place you daily set
As if the ritual all on its own
Could hold some power over life and death
And in that moment
It became apparent
That If a parent losing a child is the one thing we aren’t wired
To recover from
What I know is this:
I need to live
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5. |
The Fall
03:02
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Well I feel good about the fall
A time to unwind where I went wrong
I took too much for granted
And wound up empty-handed
But I feel good about the fall
Well it rained that day
In a way we’d never seen
And the heat finally broke
After weeks spent in between
I drew a map on the back of our napkin
So we wouldn’t forget
Just exactly where it happened
You’ve gotta hold it close
Before you set it free
Even if no one knows
That sometimes you feel it too much—or not at all
And even the smallest dose
Can take you off your feet
But everything grows
From the same mud
So make your own luck
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6. |
April
03:04
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Well it’s one more time
Tail end of an evening
Pretending not to know that you were stoned
So I’m walking home
On the kind of night
where the cold won’t bite
But it’ll laugh yeah it’ll laugh
April
Mixing metaphors
In climbing temperatures
Sometimes there’s a tension in between
You think better brothers
Understand each other
I can’t keep up as you change your mind again
Bird call siren polyrhythms
Loop imperfect past our window
Silent checks, unrisen yet
Each to hold with due respect
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7. |
At, At
03:15
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The news shook me to my core
Traveled down my spine and straight into the floor
It was truth at a time you couldn’t buy none
An unspoken reminder that we’ve all got the one option yeah
Well I gathered myself
tried on a few platitudes
Left a couple on the shelf
It was not unlike changing your shoes
But where is the end at
At where is the end
Well we’d trade, driving off and on
Packed the night before and left with early dawn
Took a break, finally, at a rest stop
Showered in the sink, and fought the mounting weight to nod off yeah
We were crowded up around the payphone
Shaking out our pockets, I know somebody’s got it
We were working down a list of your kinfolk
Face in a locket, but the name we forgot it
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Somebody
02:15
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You can take the flame to your money
You can throw it away on the ponies
You can live your life
It’s an American right to be broke and lonely
Or you can fixate on what you can’t change
Take it back, try to have it both ways
But when it’s washed away, will you know what to say?
Somebody’s gotta do it I guess
You can point the blame at your parents
what we became we inherit
Get yourself stuck in how you grew up
If that’s how you can bear it
But what really makes any memory true?
It’s just a story where the narrator’s you
And I like the past, but there’s just so damn much of it yeah
Somebody’s gotta do it I guess
At risk of sounding circumspect
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Stuck together for the winter
I still feel your old place, I hear the radiator breathing up the hallway
Where we’d put ourselves back together
Counting cards but losing every game we play
I find you working in the garden
You plant with the seasons, you spend December planning, waiting on the spring
When we’d put ourselves back together
The final frost is always later than we think
Well if you cast your lot
With things that rot
And if you chase the past for too long, ya might end up there and By the time you
realize how you spent your time
And try to orchestrate a way home I hope it’s all clear
I hope it’s all clear
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