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Arthur
03:56
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The buzzing of a light at the source
The rapid clicking sound as a life runs its course
Because it never stops or starts
A piece that’s being broken into parts
Its overhead and underneath
Stretching out across the sea
I see it now and I’ve been remiss
Watching arms turn to wrists
Because he always tells it all
But the sound of the river
Always made him call
Buzzing and clicking
The same river twice
Trusting our senses
And stepping in time
I see it now
The jackets voice
Pressed up against the avenue noise
I see it now and I’ve been remiss
Watching arms turn to wrists
Because he always tells it all
But the sound of the river
Its coming now, can you hear it call?
Buzzing and clicking
The same river twice
Trusting our senses
And stepping in time
I said it, I’ve got it down
I’ve got it down, watch you figure it out
I said it, why can’t you see,
That the eye for you is the eye for me?
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2. |
Manhattan Youth
03:41
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3. |
My Honesty
03:55
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Spit it out,
Or let it drip back down your spine,
Ages like wine,
Another line,
An erotic discontinuation of the time
So anyway I take a look at these hands
And I how they move up and down and all through the space,
So tell me,
Is it really what it’s worth?
Or is it buried underground being washed over by the earth?
Honesty, my honesty
Back to the wall,
Turning heads in the sprawl,
You were a jump,
I was a fall
Symbols of past corrode and surpass,
Give me a moment and make it my last
As a matter of fact, honest and abstract,
Step from the painting, get stuck in the act,
Is it really what it’s worth? Or is it just a sound of a sound shuttered down behind a word?
My honesty, my honesty,
Where do you go from here?
Dishonesty
And so the kids burrow themselves,
Down beneath the burned out remnants
Of the places they once called home.
On the cave walls they paint images of jazz, and forge alters to the heroes of past.
And they saw the best minds of their generation, only in memory, separated by a screen, machine to machine, task after task, an abundance of nothing, you ask the alter, he’ll tell you: “let it all go on.”
My honesty, my honesty,
Where do you go from here?
Dishonesty
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4. |
Kids 1995
04:36
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I watched the movie Kids
And then had a dream about you and me
Where things are different.
You're holding a camera
And yelling "cut".
In that field of snow,
There's no way to know.
He died of old age,
In the prime of his youth
Cue the lights on the stage
“What the hell happened?”
The credits role,
Spoiled, Sebadoh.
Who takes that second?
Or a minute?
To think, or just forget it.
So when the time is right,
You just have to take it with you.
Jesus christ, it’s like time is naked.
And you feel alright,
I’m not feeling too good myself.
And so you stumble home
Or back in the basement
And the rocks are cold
But so is the pavement.
And it’s up to you
But it's also up to you.
I watch the needle jump
The engine makes the evening flow
As our morals slow.
Absorbed into the sea
And down on the floor
The wines of youth don’t stain no more.
And even if I was solipsistic,
Or even if I am solipsistic,
Would it really make any difference?
Because as much as I tell myself it’s all real,
It’s just as real as it really isn’t.
So when the time is right,
You just have to take it with you.
Jesus christ, it’s like time is naked.
And you feel alright,
I’m not feeling too good myself.
And so you stumble home
Or back in the basement
And the rocks are cold
But so is the pavement.
And it’s up to you
But it's also up to you.
Fearless youth and parents’ truth
My exhaust is my own colossus.
How did you get to this place?
How many hits can you take?
And I see the beads of sweat in your hair,
And I see that it’s always been a lake.
So when the time is right,
You just have to take it with you.
Jesus christ, it’s like time is naked.
And you feel alright,
I’m not feeling too good myself.
And so you stumble home
Or back in the basement
And the rocks are cold
But so is the pavement.
And it’s up to you
But it's also up to you.
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5. |
Ohm
05:29
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Floating through
avenues
Just a place to be, be a part of
Alone again with you
Breathe it in
Cough it out
Bend an ear to scream and you hear shouts.
I sold myself to you
A line forms outside of Katz’s
Tourists snake around the bend
A man shakes a cup rhythmically
My wandering eyes blink again and again
Because it’s easy to come by
Much harder to let it go (x2)
Corner store
Shuttered down
Save the dimes they have for the turnaround
They need you more than me
Spoken out
Written down
Just a Storied vision of the downtown
When will I start to see?
Look up, and ask, this day, where does it go?
I sold myself to you
Breathe it in
Cough it out
Its a place to be, can you hear now?
Alone again with you
Calvin’s ad on houston
Falafel man sitting in a cart underneath
A Cricket game blares from his phone
Soda cans sweat in the august heat
It’s easy to come by, much harder to let it go
It’s easy to come by, much harder to let it go
I was, thrown in, as it is
So it goes, and so it’s been
Better to see, picture of
Don’t take from it, I know you can.
You were so, inside it all,
Like how we stare at the road.
Blame it all, cover up.
Just waiting, starting, hoping to begin.
I don’t think its a noun,
Face down, look for it again
Stare out, sitting down
I just won’t say not here
Right now, looking out, down,
You see truth right there.
Pick it up, put it down
You look for it again.
Easy to come by
Much harder to let it go
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