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Tic Tac Toe
06:07
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Tic Tac Toe, three in a row
you knock ‘em back and I will
cheer you on.
Bloodied in my brother's nose.
So this is how it would always go.
Check that timid tongue.
These illusions are not splintered
As the dawn disintegrates, you’ll lift your head
and scream why?
WHY
am I hypnotized by my lovers eyes
and why do I waste time
and cut your smile out of paper?
Transposed beneath the sun,
the thoughts of everyone around turn to
dust mites and broadcast lights.
I feel we are much smarter than this
Still life, copper tone,
swimming through the street crowd
while you light a cigarette and scream why?
Why
am I hypnotized by my lovers eyes
and why do I waste time
and cut your smile....?
Our problems aren't that different.
These faces look the same
and everyone of us loves a super-hero
'cause we sing, and write, and talk about them
but look around.
Everything is breathing
and the sound brings me to tears.
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Antihero
03:53
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When you left, they made me shave my face
And take my place on that assembly line
By automated surgery, I split up in a pan like brownies
The county clerk withheld my blood and poetry
But that don’t mean that I won’t bleed again
That I won’t bleed again
And when you left, I told myself I’d had enough of hanging on
For dear life, hanging to preconceived assumptions ‘bout
How love should be my life raft
Saving me
Saving me
Saving me
Saving me
And I learn to leave it alone
And become your antihero
Now you’re gone and out of touch
It’s all too much to hide away,
But calling you up on the phone down by the docks
Drunk and alone wouldn’t help it at all, so I just wait
And I learn to leave it alone
And become your antihero
When you left, they made me shave my face
And take my place on that assembly line
I know I’ve been here times before
But how could I forget the one I fell for?
The county, they’ve still got my blood and poetry
But that don’t mean that I won’t bleed again
That I won’t bleed again
And I won’t bleed again
I won’t bleed again
And I won’t bleed again
I won’t bleed again
And I won’t bleed again, no no
And I won’t bleed again
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Blacksheep Army
06:02
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It’s fragile fantasy concerning you and me
Sweet sirens are singing me away from my destination
To me looks like looks like to me you’ve been
Sleepwalking again to a shop across town
You look just like one drowsy golden retriever
Leashed to a parking meter
‘cause what you see equates with what you're dreaming
And you dream
Wake up man, you're falling down
Wake up man, you're falling down
The hardwood floors between our bedroom doors
Are burning. It's all turning to ashes
I am alone for the time being
I am unsure
Covered in warpaint feelings
We are fools
Spin your soul, take your winnings
And we dream
Wake up man, you're falling down
Wake up man, you're falling down
Things fall apart. Come and dance with me
When things fall apart. Come and dance with me
When things fall apart, come and dance with me
When things fall apart. Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me and we'll sing
When the words that were used
Begin to matter and fall from
The clouds in one smiling shower
You'll take my hand, you'll take my pen
And I’ll enlist in your black sheep army
Your black sheep army
Jet-black sheep army
Your black sheep army
Wake up man, you're falling
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The Dragon Upstairs
05:45
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Sidewalk chalk and a bottle of juice
you take off your winter coat and jump out the window.
The sun’s coming out and we’re walking above.
There’s a ghost in the dirt who needs some lovin’.
He’s tied up to the ankles of this man who is selling me a credit card.
but you know i got this far with very little money and i’ll take you apart. I'll take you apart.
And if you get a choice then choose well
and if you got to go, then go and take these walls we
think we're up against and bury them at sea.
Now we’re singing songs about where we’ve been on our May parade.
A sea of stars with outstretched arms we’re raising hell, not dropping bombs on your unmade beds.
And all that heat rises from the sheets to this dragon upstairs who's had to much to drink, and he says
war is yesterday!
And there in all that open space
the fools unveil the guiltless weather and
when it rains, it rains
and the moon sips whiskey lemonade.
And there was music in the streets
when we sacrificed our names to the rain.
War Is Yesterday. War Is Yesterday.
And if you get a choice then choose well
and if you got to go, then go and take these walls we
think we're up against and bury them at sea.
You know you've got a choice so choose well.
The more you find your voice you'll stand up and sing
stand up and sing out to that crown in walls
and you'll bury them at sea.
You'll bury them at sea.
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Hairpins
05:21
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Can't sleep,
smoking gun outside your windowpane.
The sky was much too dark to make out your red silhouette.
Hairpins on the floor suggest your staying here,
but I can't touch you. It's like you're not there anymore,
but I press on regardless on the eve of the promise
that we never, we never quite made.
We are free.
Are we free?
So, I won't hold you down, you'll make it better now.
You've got no one else to blame for the mess in your house.
And I won't take it back, I'm feeling tied out.
We're sinking to much this time. It's like you don't care anymore.
I press on regardless
spitting stones, seeming dishonest
but I can't win, and I can't just stand by the furnace heat.
Is it me?
Stop! I don't want to hear it!
Stop! I don't want to hear it!
Stop! I don't want to hear it!
Stop! I don't want to hear it!
I don't need to hear what you have to say.
It was foretold to me in a milky way nightmare.
You are leaving again.
You are leaving again.
And I take a walk,
you pissed me off.
And I take a walk,
you pissed me off.
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22
03:10
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For you, I'd wait through 22 lifetimes to kiss your lips again.
All in time, we let go.
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Wingspan
06:53
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Walking down the river bank,
waiting to meet you.
It's been so long,
so I stand in a position that I think will look cool to you.
The sun begins to melt the snow beneath my shoes
and I breathe it in and hear melodies
from dripped honey footsteps as you cover my eyes.
Oh you glow neon yellow.
When you look up at me with that grin
it reminds me of that afternoon when you sat me down
at the airport exit to play me a goodbye song,
but now you're standing her in front of me,
messy and indecisive because I still love you
and you still love me too.
Oh you glow neon yellow.
Oh you glow neon yellow.
Hey there beautiful
you've cracked my candy coating
and now my thoughts are soaking
in the colors of your wingspan.
Oh you glow neon yellow.
Oh you glow neon yellow.
Hey there beautiful
you've cracked my candy coating
and now my thoughts are soaking
in the colors of your wingspan.
Above this old playground,
we'll sip from each others' sound
from each others' sound.
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8. |
Slackjaw Pilgrims
06:03
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Alone on a subway dreaming,
a voice recites the coordinates
and I don't speak the language here.
Sack of skin,
worn gray static bones beneath the ground.
Shipwrecked on a trap door mountain
and fenced in a frame,
hung on a wall, lost in a room.
Next time, I'd inject such theories
into the belly of a whale and watch them spray up
at the clouds.
And the trust we reserve for god
in states of public debt,
It's a farce, it's blatant disregard
to the sound sound of asteroids burning
uptown, burlap bleeding hearts are sewn up,
bleeding hearts are sewn.
Don't worry, they're just your
grownup symptoms
your cashed out slackjaw pilgrims.
Don't lose your nerve and crack the hull
we've grown up restless.
It isn't often enough that I stop
and thank you
for being you.
Crowds turn dull
means to meaning
and seldom take them home.
There's no excuse or circumstance,
it's all romance, you see.
It's all romance, you see.
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Hold on tight.
It doesn't stop even though we tried our best to make it right.
I used to think I'd find a loophole and disengage,
but an echo down my spine said to partake
and I tried to ignore it,
but formed to a twisted posture.
I looked like a straw house
bowing in a storm.
and I'd think,
'there's too much at stake.'
I hold my breath respectfully and your eyes talk back
I look again.
I used to think I'd grab a fistful and claim it mine,
but a whisper through my hair said give it back.
And with fingers relaxed I saw a structure, spinning
lips dripping nonsense,
like monsters in a music box.
and I'd think,
'what is there to name?'
I found myself
I found myself lost
and I found myself lost in the desert.
The thought alone could extinguish a hellfire
I needed to find something familiar
I turned around and touched your face and I was shy.
You gave me mandarin oranges from a can and I felt safe.
and I FELT!
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Double Knots
04:12
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Tying up loose ends again, didn't go so well
Double knots, deep in my back. I'm freaking out
Wait your turn and when it comes, assert yourself
But don't expect or feel in debt to those provided
We steal buoyancy from our close friends without noticing
It depends if you're willing to drop out
What's the big idea?
If this is real, then hang it up. No telephone
I'll come to your place and I'll bring something sweet
We'll take off all our clothes
We owe it to each other at the very least
But I'm not afraid to take the streets alone
But to feel the current from your cold hand's enough
To lift this busted man up from his knees
Oh, It's a blow out bursting at the seams
We steal the currency from our close friends without noticing
It depends if you're willing to drop out
What's it gonna be?
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12. |
Word of Mouth
05:33
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Division of thunder
I've been fighting you in my head
How can you say that?
It's just what it is. What it is is reckless
Impetuous beauty
I often lose myself in your trance
But it's an honest reaction
To something wild I cannot, do not want to tame
Did I let you down
When you heard through word of mouth
The great deafening sound?
But who cares? No one can tell at all
Do we sleep on it? Maybe call it quits?
I bleed for you and it's no secret
Sleep on it? Maybe call it quits?
I bleed for you but it's no secret
I'm starting to wonder
Will I even bother holding on?
I've dug canyons in the name of love
In the wind and rain, you were weathered down
There's nothing left standing here
The walls turned to sand, slipping through my fingers
I guess there's nothing left to do
But still I try, try to help you understand
That I let you down
When you heard through word of mouth
The great deafening sounds?
But who cares? No one can tell at all
Do we sleep on it? Maybe call it quits?
I bleed for you and it's no secret
Sleep on it? Maybe call it quits?
I bleed for you but it's no secret
Sleep on it? Maybe call it quits?
I bleed for you but it's no secret
Sleep on it? Maybe call it quits?
I bleed for you. I bleed for you
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22 (My Anodyne Remix)
04:45
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Futurist Austin, Texas
FUTURIST is the “Alt Rock, Psychedelic-Pop” project launched in Brooklyn, NY, with a unique take on psychedelic rock and earnest songwriting achieving a sound best described as "future-classic." By virtue of experimentation, a multimedia vision, and an energetic delivery, FUTURIST creates a wall of sound that ignites audiences with their own style and modern mythology. ... more
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