1. |
The Lobster
03:55
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If this is water, we’re all drowning
All my whys are still confounding
It’s one of those days that would make you want to leave this place
We used to ride out like it’s ok
I’m really mad you left the old days
Who would've thought that knowing how to swim would be such a pain
And we’re so caught up into nothing
We really forget how to function
I’m starting to believe I don't want to die in this town
If this is the scene, then its stupid
I never thought that we would do it,
I guess this is just one big ol' rue to go and knock around
There's really no such thing as progress
You used to tell me I should drink less
That’s not a very polite thing to say while we’re blacked out
And we’re so caught up into nothing
We really forget how to function
I’m starting to believe I don't want to die in this town
And we’re so fucked up just for nothing
We really don't know how to function
I’m starting to believe I don't want to die in this town
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2. |
Roger
05:25
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Find the words to wake you up, sorry I’m so insecure
Don’t forget it’s almost lunch, you can stay if you’re reserved but
Don’t hold me, go drink cheap, let me gloat from my time machine
Don't listen, hear me sing, My stuff will be out by the spring
It’s like we’ve never been alone before,
It’s a comforting kind of glow
You played the part, you’ve played it well before
But I’m not sure that this is how it should go
Stayed at home to be your best self, Sometimes I just envy you
Stay away it's not progressive, only sometimes it was true
Don’t hold me, go get sleep, I’ll see you eventually
We’ll just stay in different states, I’ll make my way up someday
It’s like we’ve never been alone before
It’s a comforting kind of glow
Here’s the part you’ve played it well before
but I’m not sure that this is how it should go
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3. |
This Old Pond
02:49
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4. |
Vernal
02:57
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Hold the city, ill be fine in the valley, you’re just paranoid that its something that you cannot avoid
Send the Ansel, ill just go boot and you rally oh there's been enough its an existential kind of rut
If you promised you’d be home for dinner
Then you really shouldn’t want to be here all night
and if outside it is warm in winter
then you really should fly home my dear
If the leaves change ill just sing, we’re not happy oh its, hard to smoke when there are 4 hours between the ropes
If I get home and the tracks are the same, oh I'm not too tired Its just an exponential kind of pain
If you promised you’d be home for dinner
Then you really shouldn’t want to be here all night
and if outside it is warm in winter
then you really should fly home my dear
And I guess, that they are onto us
and if you stay, I promise we don’t have to touch
I swear it’s all for you
so if you’re here, then you’d be all for me too
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5. |
Olivine
06:01
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Never drove far past the state
Even if it was allowed
Sometimes I’d have to go south
Just to fix decks for the crowd
And so I'd ask myself at night
Is it worth it to stay awake for a fright
Sometimes I would dance alone
But never watch you do the same
Long days of tag on the phone
I thought we’d drive in the rain
And so I’d pour into a cup
The things that would make you run amok
This is not a scene
This is not a scene
This is not a scene
I’ve been envisioning my own death
I’ve been in prison pissing bridges over cold breath
Back crack, blood smack the street
A sack of meat popped when dropped on top the concrete
What a sight, I never take a flight, I’m scared to death of heights
But not afraid of flying, not afraid of dying, not afraid of trying
Even if that highly unlikely Almighty inside the psyche might be trying to spite me
Cause I don’t listen to that
Born free, die free, that’s the rhythm in rap
It’s the shit they fittin in between the dream on the map
Make me want to sling a slug through my cap: reload, cock back
Throw three more, rat-tat-tat at those throwing they nose in my habitat
I ain’t having that
I’m not trying to battle rap, just trying to find some shit realer than a fucking Snapple cap
Quick glance left to right
Everyday is a dark day to testify
Pesticide dripping from the speakers, hid a couple dollars in my sneakers
Reeking of reefer, dog I’m ready to meet the reaper
Tension in the air got my jaw sewn shut
Depression in the air like I’m all grown up
Ain’t a damn thing changed
Just repackaged and rearranged: you either end up dead or detained
I felt the power of my brain
Every hour, on the hour, hits the same
What a shame, I forgot this was a game
What’s my name? I see murder in the mirror clearer don’t come any nearer
That’s decay of a will to find a way to stay above it
Lost a lot, it’s hard to stay in love with cities always under budget
People dealing just to function
So now we stealing meals out of production
Leave you nothing, that’s American consumption
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Pools
05:16
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You, we both know that it can be so hard to do
Ooo, sometimes we may get so we both know its true
Don’t want to let go
Just want to feel in control
And if we get there let's stay there
Don’t act special
There are places we don’t go
And if we get there let's stay there
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7. |
Meteor
01:56
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8. |
Looking at the Ferns
03:13
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Holidays and holy wars
Please turn off your phone
Where’d you put your cap and gown
Now that you’re old and grown
Where you think your mother goes
When we all leave this place
Don’t believe what they say
Everything’s still the same
And the cold rain washes down
As we fall to the ground
I’d like to believe
When we’re old we could start to see
How it all used to be
When we would try to believe
And I want to believe
That when we fall we’ll be in outer space
Right past the galaxy we’ll be on our way
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