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Green
02:24
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I’ve been turning green
I’ve got lonely island dreams
when I get lonely, it’s obscene
how a fear can grow where a conscience should be
‘cause my baby’s a raft
we’re floating straight into the black
but she wears me like a cast
yeah we all got heart ’tip it’s broken in half
don’t get mad
start drinking like your dad did
it’s not as bad as you said
I’ve been seeing red
since you told me what he said
but I dug a hole instead
you thought that I was better off for that
and I’m working on a scene
I think you’ll know it when you see it
where I’m a castle, you’re a queen
and you find a seat in the better part of me
so don’t get creeped
if I call frequently
‘cause when you need what you need, you need it now
I’ve been turning green…
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no one recalled where the doctor had walked
when he failed to show up for an afternoon meeting
all more concerned, when no word was heard
we went out looking, later that evening
and the moon was hung high, but provided no light
as we walked through the garden, searching the beds
his wife, how she screamed and muddied her knees
when we came to a jacket all tattered and red
she said," Murderer, who could you be,
to take all my meaning from me?
I was a bird in a nest, now I don't have a thing.
so tell me then, who could you be?"
I was asleep when the gardener came clean
he said "I buried him under a pile of leaves
'cause the sun was so hot when it burned through the trees
I did it for reasons unbeknownst to me"
"so reckoner, what will it be?
you can't take me freedom from me.
'cause I've never been sure what the word really means.
can you tell me then, what does it mean?"
so the trial commenced the first morning in april
the good judge presiding asked how he was able
to look like a man and walk among people
"when you're so much less than, and so full of evil"
the gardener replied without blinking an eye
that the problem was only that nobody liked
to be shown what it means to live with a longing
for a place you remember, but can't ever find on a map
how could you feel no regret
for such an unthinkable mess
you're gonna hang with a rope round your neck
and I'll sleep better known that
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Thick Black Paint
03:07
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I saw a face
buried hot and heavy in a pillow case
when I came awake
there was an empty space where a woman I knew was laid
I made the trade
my pride for blurred lines and apathy
but I know the game
you got two white pills, I got a bucket of thick black paint
thick black paint
so what does it take
to burn a hole straight through you and the wall you made
well I found a way
you got two white pills I got a bottle of anything
anything
for every fever dream on a bathroom floor
There's a broken lock on a bathroom door
for every hour spent in a plastic mold
there's an hour left and an hour more
for every tired step in the autumn cold
there's a word that's kept in a closed up throat
for every half lid stare at bare white wall
there's the selfish fear that I need it all
well I don't tend to sleep that well when you're around
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Bird on a Wire
03:58
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you always walk around like you're leaving
and everyone knows you got nowhere to go,
and when you talk, you talk like you're reading
you say it so often, I'm losing the meaning
but I never said that I didn't believe it
but
it sounds like a lie when I know you've been drinking
its always the same like a movie repeating
I'm still around if you think that you need it
don't look so confused
I've always been cruel
this is nothing new
don't look so confused
I've never been a victim of reason
I slept in the car, I shook at the station
man it's a sin, it's the dirtiest trick
to dig up a meaning and leave in the morning
don't cut me loose
I've always been confused
this is nothing new
don't cut me loose
green eyes, they look red in the light
and they hang round my mind like a bird on a wire
and you don't get defeated by what you don't need
so I don't have to sleep and you don't have to eat
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I'd Leave it Alone
06:58
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I am the picture of careless and comfortable
a smoldering coal glowing hotter than coal can glow
and I thought it was strange how you claimed it was possible
to think you know something so well when you probably don’t
but I know you go where you want to go
I know you go where you want to go
what did you think you would say to alleviate
the persistent pull from the ground towards the outer space
when something just breaks its much easier to make an escape
than admit you’ve been standing in line just to walk away
I know you go where you want to go
I know you go where you want to go
I am the picture of failure to orchestrate
a healthier way to remain with what I can’t change or trade
white collar drugs in an effort to simulate
a feeling of falling so fast you can’t replicate
I know I don’t always do what I ought to do
I know I don’t always do what I ought to do
so what do you do when you lose track of where you’re going
stumbling around asking strangers the way to get home
and I guess thats my fault for believing what no one could know
and putting the things that I want under microscopes
but I had this dream that my fingers were falling off
you said it would sting for a bit, then the holes would close
but its not like me to just go when I know I should go
knowing the things that I know, its not probable
I know I don’t know you the way that I want to
I know I don’t know you the way that I want to
I’d leave it alone if I thought that you wanted it
I’d leave it alone if I thought I could stomach it
I know you go where you wanna go
I wanna go where you wanna go
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Noah Young Valencia, Spain
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