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The Southpaw Boys
02:32
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There are always gaps where they heal the bones
Like empty homes
Along the line like teeth and spine
Where nobody goes
The trains all stopped when they heard the attack
And we started to pack
I'm from a time of wood and twine
And staying indoors
The southpaw boys and the autumn girls
The murmuring of the heart's delay
There are always traps if you stay too long
I never stay that long
And now it's mine, I think it's fine
We continue to float
The tiny friends and the mounted heads
I won't see you again
I'm from a time of frozen finds
And forgotten words
The southpaw boys and the autumn girls
The darkening of the heart's display
The southpaw boys and the autumn girls
The lowering of the heart.
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2. |
Kick It Apart
02:29
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"Kick it apart and keep it dark," I said
A brick in the head, I'm thinking I'll go away
I'm staying out late, I'm sharpening blades for you
"Kick it apart and keep it dark," I said
"Kick it apart and keep it dark," I said
So sick and so close, I'm staying indoors
I'm straining my throat, I'm tightening ropes for you
"Kick it apart and keep it dark," I said.
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Swallows
01:53
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All the history tumbles
Falling from towers
Falling like swallows near the banks
And when it floods
Will it ever flood?
You slept in the old home
A hotel of whale bones
Breaking like swallows near the shore
And when they dive
Do they really dive
Do they leave the air
Are you open to leaving
Or too old to care?
I fought towards you thought no more
Will we leave this home is warm like I am worn out doors is fine
Over and out under weather
I'm starting to wander
Watching swallows near the end
And when it ends does it ever end
It never begins
Are we open to leaving
Or just following?
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4. |
A Cruel Rodeo
02:13
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A cruel rodeo was hoping to break your heart
Apart from the hands and the horse out on the road
And friends from back home will never really get old
As winter and death are let loose out in the cold
And did you even know?
An overgrown trail is a dark face without truth
An underground rifle with its very own trigger blues
And what would you think if I helped you off of your past?
At last we've found a motel to match the bruise
And did you even know?
A cruel rodeo was hoping to say hello
I speak through a pony when I feel like closing the show
And I think about foreign shores when I see a boat
A north star next to another that's burning out.
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Faster Lanterns
01:40
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A version, an album slows
A soft light, a winter coat
And I'm cold
And faster than lanterns
And lovelier than knives
Are there ghosts in my ear
Are they even here?
Summer ended an hour ago
Keep the fire from the tents.
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Drop the golden horse and draw
Right around the lines with southpaw
Decades in the dead museum
Historical tumblers have years left to hang
Release the second moon and hide
We continue to float, they continue to dive
When the past becomes a hope you're left behind
They continue to float, we continue to dive
Decades in the dead museum
Historical tumblers aren't even real
No systems, no systems here.
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7. |
Warmer Skeletons
02:07
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All the humming lights and all the knives
Belonging to the ones who need more time
All the warmer skeletons are lost
No more arrows, no more heights
I've fallen for the folk who always knew
Have you fallen too?
All the archivists have seen your notes
Promise me they will never cut my throat
All the warmer skeletons are close
We need more mountains, we need more caves
And every ghost saw through all of our plans
They read our hands
All the warmer skeletons are gone
Tell me that the folk are all alone.
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8. |
It's Heavy Here
02:47
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Before we take the national
Your anthem through a broken wire
The speakers caught the last train home
We lost each other and they hit the heart again
We wear vests and we go straight in
It's heavy here, you know
We take long breath, fall out of depth
It's heavy here, you know
There are more arrows than we could draw
And fewer reasons to throw it all away
To leave it here and drone all you know
The kids in the village and the men who stack the boats
When we return I'll wonder why we left here so soon
When they return I'll remember why we left here so soon.
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If I've ever been right about something
This isn't the right time
To be drawing broken lines and calling them spines
Are you waiting at the station
Can you hear your footsteps fading?
Right around the wrong time
Right about now you're a ghost
It's alright with me if you've lost your fear
Can you hear that lonesome self you thought you'd killed?
And while the time was breaking
Your hold on keeping still
The time was still breaking
If I've ever been right about something
This isn't the right time
Right around the wrong time
Right about now you're a ghost.
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10. |
The Strangest House
02:09
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I will stay at the machine
Will you wait for me?
I'm full up on centuries
The strangest house I've seen
What do they mean?
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