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Field Recordings
04:46
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They’ll keep making money if you do it
They’ll make even more if you don’t
They’ll take your whole day away
It’s okay
Be certain that they’ll call you in
On the day that you call out
You work the whole day away
In the wrong house
Still making sense of the year
That it all disappeared
What are you gonna do in the morning?
Watching all the stars turn towards the ground
Won’t you save a few for me?
We wake up in the same place
In a game we don’t know how to play
You and I keep dying and trying again
Now all your friends are living in the wild
Now all your friends are living in the clouds
Now all your friends are living in the wild
Oh, all my friends, you complicated people
Hey—Did you give it all away?
No, not me
No, me neither
Won’t you tell me what you see
When you’re just driving in circles
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Cured
03:36
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God only answers to say “no”
The quiet so loud
When you open your mouth
Time only answers to say “go”
You don’t hear nothing this time
No, you won’t get cured out here
We would listen on the floor
Let it kick in
Let it fade out
Like a distant storm
You don’t hear nothing this time
No, you don’t like the answer
No, you won’t get cured out here
No, you won’t get pure out here
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Film Maudit
03:36
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You’re the kind of dream
A song with no strings
You could write it all down
And its function remains to be seen
You work an awful lot for just a little
And I ask you what it means to be free
To be
You could spend the rest of your short life on it
Breathing impossible air
We don’t talk about it
But when we talk about it
You know it’s all we talk about
And you let go
Whatever it means to you
Putting your weapons down
Taking your armor off
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800
04:07
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You call in, 800
You tell them your new name
Slice it down the middle
Your burned out eyes burn into mine
It’s all gone in the middle of the night
When we’re all just going by feel
I wish I knew what it was but it just keeps flying away
I wish I knew what it was but I get so carried away
Moving faintly in the distance
Your small voice like a squall
You know they were walking over water
Well before your age
So you toast to the heavens that you made it this far
You’re a jam band playing outside in the middle of March
You’ll fall on your face for the third time tonight
And you’ll be fine
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Big, Dumb
04:39
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I was lurking in the back
Hoping for the hits
Struggling towards the speed limit
I was lurching in the back
Trying to spot the difference
Fumbling for some RPM
Aren’t you tired of being lonely?
Aren’t you tired of being mean?
Studying the tiles
On the floor in the DMV
A couple hours at a time
Aren’t you tired of being lonely?
Aren’t you tired of being mean?
Motherfucker you don’t know me
You don’t know what I’ve seen
I thought I looked like a fool
She said we looked like a film
Waiting for calls that never come
Hours on end at the end of the day
Do you burn out?
Do you smolder?
Do you burn out?
Smoke intertwined
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The Cost
02:40
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You and I got tongue tied
We got it twisted
You and I got tongue tied
On no
Used to want to settle it
But something spooked the horses
And I don’t really know anymore
It’s a political sign
On a new construction home
And now you want to talk about trust
Used to want to settle it
Something so familiar
Just slipping through the holes in your hands
What’s it cost just to survive?
Just to get by
You and I got tongue tied
We got it twisted
You’re out watering the weeds
What do you even believe?
Used to want to settle it
In hung-over oblivion
Now we’re hardly hanging half the time
It’s a political cry
On the back of your car
In a 6th-floor parking garage
You work on making it work
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Someone Else's Dream
03:01
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On most days I hear the highway
And you just leaving for work
You wonder but it makes more sense
That it makes no sound at all
And that’s the thing
What did you find?
Not enough time
Not enough
In a see-through umbrella
On the roof of the seventeenth floor
You’re still a kid to the grown-ups
And you’re still a cop to the kids
And that’s the thing
You got lost in someone else’s dream
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I always find
It takes a couple of times
But this guy
This fucking guy
Does not remember you at all
So startled to read
It’s not end times at all
Instead it’s something much slower
Something much dumber
Living in the moment
Before you hit the water
Something’s wrong with that Elvis
He’s screaming and shaking his arms
You see—he chews on his fingers
Spinning in circles
He’s clicking his teeth
If you’re lucky
It’s all that you receive
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Charm
04:50
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You wear it around your neck like a charm
You wear it around your neck like a curse
And maybe we could walk around
Like the people we used to be
You dance your partial dance in the street
You turn around and spin towards me
You dance your partial dance in the street
We are way out
You wear it around your neck like a charm
You wear it around your neck like a curse
I’m just laying on the floor, dear
Laying down in the exit row
All you get is an ad
For a thing you don’t want
All you get is the time
In the rain between the storms
Don’t look away now
You would always call from the show
So I could hear the band play out
And now it doesn’t make a single sound
Some kind of accident
(Window to memory
In light of everything
You'd think I'd be past all of that now
My body, my mind
Never at the same time
Good thing I'm past all of that now)
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