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I'm Gonna Wait
02:50
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2. |
Incomplete
02:51
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3. |
Brother Dad
03:34
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4. |
By the Twilight
04:32
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I couldn't have known
by the twilight what the light, what the day might have shown
There was something there but I didn't see you were alone
So I left you in my room
went out drinking with the ghosts in the thickening gloom
wasn't thinking about wakes or cold little tombs
you could've stayed the night
kept me up with your sleeptalking and walking by the shore
nevermore will your fingers turn the latch upon my door
Here on the ground I wait for that sound at break of day
I climbed to the bottom rung, the clothes were hung
and I went outside to see if they were dry
I was so tired but we stayed up smoking by the pale moonlight
I should've known
when you go away you don't come back
you can't come back the same
When your turn is done you go away
you don't come back the same
Here on the ground I wait for a sound at break of day
But you waited for daylight to fade away
and then the dawn looked so delicate and strange
even you with your monkey grip
somehow managed to give me the slip
I couldn't have known
by the twilight what the light, what the day might have shown
At the fall of night, what the day's last light might have shown
I couldn't go with you
so I left you in the cold to find your own way inside
yeah I left you to die
[...now you're underground, and I'm still around, and here comes the day...]
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5. |
Climb In
03:25
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6. |
Overlooking
03:50
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overlooking the worst you've seen
along the piers an evil shaft of rain
everything dies and we alive
hurtle on into this great refrain
overlooking everything
that made it matter
that made it seem
like a real sequence of events
something we couldn't --second guess
overlooking the hearts and minds
and the lines play out and we don't feel the tug
of anything we couldn't find
without a hook on the end of the line
and we invent what we can't find
And in the dark we can see everything
with crystal clarity
all of it down to the space between
overlooking the scattered stars
and the random utterance of the mouths
where we are for now
we could hear it in the pitch distorted takes we had to sing through gritted teeth
and lightning lights up the night
and we are silently imploding
overlooking if you please
and the way they bounced where we slipped the reins
overlooking on bended knee
yeah the way they bounced where we slipped the reins
and we felt our own souls flying
through the canopy...
and you were watching from a safe distance
not saying anything
you were laughing at your own discomfort
the things between the things between the things that make the things that we could see
And then I looked up and it was as if we'd never been
it was as if we'd never been
overlooking the harbor lights
and our faces fell when we said goodbye
overlooking the deep black sea
with its stupid silent beckoning
overlooking this sweet delight
yeah our faces fell when we said goodbye
and we hadn't even noticed it was night
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7. |
Locked In Syndrome
01:55
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How to get to where you don't even try
all we do is sit here and analyze
I'd love to see you sat on a swing in the moonlight
I'd hate to be you carry that weight for all time
hold it so tight in your mind
Thought you needed something so easily done
Come to find out I am a simple one
I don't mind losing just losing everything
I don't mind leaving just let me pretend
there was never a chance
that anything good could come out of this
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8. |
Truck Backing Up
03:41
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Like a truck backing up
Like a girl who's leaving today
the solution is worse than the problem
everybody gets in everybody else's way
Like a truck backing up
like a world run by faceless bureaucrats
the solution is worse than the problem
you didn't think it could get as bad as that
But I'm gonna hold you close
until that horrible beeping subsides
I'm gonna be your friend
until I lose my senses or until I die
Like a truck backing up
like two lovers ensnared by a shiny ring
Everybody knows everybody else's business
nobody understands a goddamn thing
Like a truck backing up
this old world has been ill-advised
Everybody knows, everybody knows
everybody knows, that the caution tape is just an alibi
But we just got to hold on
until that horrible beeping subsides
Just shut your ears and think of a pretty tune
a funeral march or a lullaby
yeah, I'm gonna hold you close
until that horrible beeping subsides
yeah I'm gonna be your friend
until I lose my senses, or until I die
Like a truck backing up
Like a girl who's leaving today
the solution is worse than the problem
once you start giving, you just have to pay and pay, yeah
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9. |
A Tough Row to Hoe
02:40
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I'm sorry for not trying when you offered that brass ring
you know the ride kept going round and I forgot everything
and yes I'm sorry that you made me and then you wanted another try
you said you didn't get it right the first time
and it's a tough row to hoe
and it doesn't get much easier
and you wanted to make sure
that I know that
I'm sorry for the future where the seas all boil away
and then the clouds cover the sky but we don't get rain
I'm sorry I don't have a quick solution or a slow
story to read you to sleep as we just let it go on by
and it's a tough row to hoe
and it doesn't get much easier
and you wanted to make sure
that I know that
and I'm sorry for the future, now we gave away the past
I didn't know and I was never asked
and I'm sorry I don't have a quick solution or a slow
song to sing you to sleep as we just let it go, we just let it go on by
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10. |
The Whispering Reeds
03:02
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The cape sways
in the heat off the waves
the horizon melts
and you're lost in the whispering reeds
The sun is so still
the wind so uncertain
you hold your wrath, you look for the path
to anywhere
the picture you saw
too bad, it's gone
your mind is wiped clean
of everything you've seen and been
Hold on to yourself
nothing else is left
you're walking on some broken shells
the sea is sucking sand beneath your feet
and you double back, back into the whispering reeds
Hold on
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11. |
Stupid Southern Wedding
04:42
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Pulled up the drive in Richmond full of beer, a mouth of paste
Who could still be living here, and why do they all look the same?
Like the southern sun had melted them down
And cast them in the cold Virginia ground.
We crawled back to the hotel the groom was drunk and in despair
In the arms of an old flame, making out at the top of the stairs
Like the southern sun had broken their resolve
Bad blood and desperation is all I recall
‘Cause there isn’t any reason to be waiting here like Salome
for the head of John the Baptist to be brought to you upon a tray
She tastes of blood and money bitterness and slow divorce
It’s a gradual unwinding, like the evening takes its course
And southern girls will learn to regret
Everything but the sickly sweet taste of regret
So she takes what’s been offered as the cake is passed around on paper plates
And the bride looks terrified as she’s throwing out the bouquet
She was squirming like a fish on the line
Now still and sad and resigned
‘Cause there isn’t any reason but between us we’ll think of some
Take what you’ve been given, don’t put your faith in anyone.
It’s a stupid southern wedding, your old friends have all come out to see
This lurid spectacle of a bible-thumping Greek tragedy
But the southern sun melted them down
And cast them in the cold Virginia ground.
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12. |
Take a Look Around
01:53
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Take a look around
the ground has opened
the seed once sewn has grown
Now you live in the sky, make galaxies
while here below we cry
take a look
Take a look around,
our mouths wide open
this thing we made, all unknowing,
take a look around
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Matthew B Everett Providence, Rhode Island
Rhode Island-based musician/composer Matt Everett has recorded about five albums. He has at various times performed solo and with groups, as well as written, performed, and recorded music for films, dance pieces, circuses, etc. His most recent record White Sugar is put out by 75orLess and can be purchased on their website! Matt also plays violin and whistle w/ sea shanty band Sharks Come Cruisin. ... more
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