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Grief Motif
01:12
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Wake up and fall apart.
Wig out and fall apart.
Sleep in and fall apart.
Stay down and fall apart.
Feel good and fall apart.
Forever fall apart.
I still fall apart.
But I still have your heart.
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The Years
02:05
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I think I found my way out, (“Get out, Go on.”)
Up from the true-blue way-down. (“Move it, Move on.”)
All with this Joy-Boy / True Love. (“Hold up, Hold on.”)
And all the years have changed.
Ten folded like a day.
Old Death’s dulling sting
To new life blooming.
Oh what would you think of me?
Nothing can change the pain and I don’t want it to.
The sting of blinding spring is what’s left of you.
But, “Get up! Get out! Go on!” are all the signs I see.
Oh what would you think of me…
“You have to find your way out. (Get out. Go on.)
You know what I think now… (Move out. But hold on)
With all the years you changed:
Ten-faced every day.
Old Death’s dulling sting
To new life blooming.”
Nothing can change the pain and I don’t want it to.
“Nothing can change the pain and I don’t want it to.”
Nothing can change the pain and I don’t want it to.
“Nothing can change the pain and I don’t want it to.”
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Million Times
02:45
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Come home & fail with me to see that we are
wrong to try & try for love we’ve had since we were young.
Back to acne-high-school-drama: cataclysmic sweethearts.
All throughout twenty-something soap-operas: failed to be peacefully apart.
Come back for our millionth try.
Come back one more million times.
What’s love if not a war for peace that never ends?
The casualty is if we end up just as friends alone and low at home, alone.
Come back for our millionth try.
Come back one more million times.
How do I say goodbye to a love I’ve loved so wild a million times?
Come home & fail with me to see that we are wrong
to try & try for love we’ve had since we were young.
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Eternal You
02:28
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In high school we were losing except in autumn-At-the-Drive-In-rides.
Now winning in my adulthood with memories and October light.
Time’s when I’m sinking are
Time’s when I believe in
Time’s I can turn to you.
Time’s when I’m sinking are
Time’s when I’m thinking of our eternal youth.
We can’t stop the changing nor the aging, and raging tides of life.
Time’s when I’m sinking are
Time’s when I believe in
Time’s I can turn to you.
Time’s when I’m sinking are
Time’s when I’m thinking of our eternal youth and you.
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Loverman
02:13
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“Loverman, count the ways you love her, man…
In Ireland, on your knees and show you can.
Loverman, Yarmouth’s where you hold her hand,
On the sand and walk into forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and….
She’s a Charlie Parker love song.
A Jesus, forever righting all your wrongs.
And you’ve got a Big Bad Larry Brown Love.
So walk on forever after her car.
Loverman,
love her, man.
Loverman,
love her, man.”
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Down University
02:35
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“You try, yet you feel unsure of yourself and lie on the “failure floor.” Don’t you feel so down?
Are you out? I know you are down, but are you out?
Hyde Park! – Precious Blood! – Latin School! – USMA!
Emmanuel! – BC! – Columbia! – Graduate!
No one cares. It’s just a name.
You are more than a degree.
Rising pressure and stress to measure up to standards set so high in your mind.
Are you out? I know you are down, but are you out?
Out of hope? Are you out of hope?
Out of drive? Are you out of drive?
Out of love? Are you out of love with this life?
Hyde Park! – Precious Blood! – Latin School! – USMA!
Emmanuel! – BC! – Columbia! – Graduate!
No one cares. It’s just a name. You are more than a degree.
I don’t care what you make $$$. It’s who you love and what you gave.
Up from your bed…
Back in your way…
Out of your head…
Are you out? I know you are down, but are you out?
Are you down? Are you out?”
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Get My Mind Right
02:56
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Help me find a better way to lose
old friends with better things to do,
family who doesn’t have the time,
hope,
and my collapsing mind.
You said you’d help me get my mind right.
Get me get mine, right?
Such small towns have a way to slow you down,
Have you watch the paint dry,
And wait for sunrise.
You said you’d help me get my mind right.
You’ve got a lot, Pat, of life left.
You’re not hopeless.
Make up the mind to find your motion.
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Life Notice
02:27
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“Lucy / (You see me…)
In my own path,
at the top of class,
in the highest rank,
and smiles on my face?
At the start of life in the shining light: see me.
In the dark of night keeping life so bright: see me.
Praying for ambulance cars: see me.
In your heart, in your mother’s arm’s: see me.”
Gloriam mortuis.
Gloriam vita.
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Joyboy
02:13
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Sadman, hold your hands behind your back like you always do.
Sadman, turn your head, look towards the white and away from blue.
I’ve got some light to offer you…
My Joyboy calls to you, a son so great and grand to view.
Your Joyboy calls to you, between the richness of white and blue.
Sadman, in distant land, is after life a land of blue?
Sadman, if you’re scared to be left behind, don’t worry too,
This little light’s named after you.
My Joyboy calls to you, a son so great and grand to view.
Your Joyboy calls to you, between the richness of white and blue.
Smile while we carry your fire.
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Heart to Heart
04:17
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When I go into darkness, and the world makes no sense…
Look on out to the oceans and see the seas all shoreless…
Hear my voices calling out to you up in the moonlight, cold and blue.
I’ll be the silence ringing through and through and through.
You can find me in the autumn trees.
I’ll be the sound of shaking leaves
falling all from a breeze that pleas and pleas and pleas:
When daylight is too dark and night’s last way too long, look into your heart and find me.
To a love that well which we must leave ere long,
To a love that forever lives on but is gone…
You can find me in the springtime afternoon.
I’ll be the sunlight on your face and blinding you.
When daylight is too dark and night’s last way too long, look into your heart and find me.
When moon cracks in two, and sun freezes to blue, and winter burns up dry with fireclouds for a sky, and night’s without its stars – know you’ll still have my heart.
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