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Village
03:36
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I'm a creature swimming too far out to sea.
It's no wonder I wanted to be alone, this season's so heavy on me.
What made me so bitter?
The sky opens up like a hole in my head
and I'm spending all my time asleep.
What made me so bitter?
The ground meets my body, the forest my bed
and I'm spending all my time asleep.
I need to see the stomach of the ocean
before it turns into flames.
It must be the beast in me,
but I'm finding no teeth left to blame.
Don't leave for home so soon,
the water reaches out for the shore.
I need to know my voice reached you
when I can't hear it anymore.
I'm choking on my final resistance,
I cough and I reach for your hand.
I've made a monster out of this growing distance,
I am fighting off all of this land.
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2. |
Baseball
03:34
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I saw the devil in the ceiling,
he said, “I’ve come for you,
put your hands upon that door
and see what I can do.”
I was in the next room over.
Your name was in my mouth,
but it’s just in stone now.
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3. |
Bodies
03:03
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My body thinks my mind won’t break
it takes and it takes and it takes.
My body thinks my mind won’t break
it takes and it takes and it takes.
I know not how to walk now,
properly nor freely—
my mother, my father,
both figures seem to lose me.
You’ve got a master’s voice,
hands on my neck.
I know not what love wants,
resiliency or patience.
My limbs untied and scattered around in circles,
they wonder if you’ll find them now.
My limbs untied, my limbs untied.
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4. |
Brawl
02:56
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I think only in terms of flesh,
the quiet nature of the beast.
I speak only in seven sets,
everything else tends to repeat.
You tell me once again to take everything easy.
I cannot know what you mean,
I cannot hear what you say.
I find it hard to believe that
I can keep waking up this way.
This winter needs something more
than eating myself to death to keep warm,
and I know I need something more
than listening, I won’t listen anymore.
My bones are broken.
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5. |
Interlude
01:03
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6. |
Winter Waltz
04:08
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I’m in Manhattan, the streetlights are singing
the big band rendition of It Had To Be You.
And I swear it’s New Year’s,
and I should be running down these cinema streets,
I’ll be running back to you.
My eyes are wide open,
but in the dark I still got nothing.
I can’t explain it, nor would I want to,
but I can only see you.
I came here tonight because when you know
who you want to spend the rest of your life with,
the rest of your life should start as soon as possible.
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7. |
Evergreen
03:34
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I still hear your voice in mine.
Something that I could never see,
it was hanging over me then like the evergreen.
I know it now, I know it now,
as every night, this vast silence approaching,
I sleep with your names in my mouth.
I still hear your voice in mine.
I promise I will spend
these next seven years like the last.
I’m meeting you half way.
No, I will meet you the whole way.
Your blood is in my blood,
pulsing in me every day,
your hands upon mine,
I feel their warmth the moment I awake.
I still hear your voice in mine.
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