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Coast Mirroring
02:45
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Let yourself step outside, the tide of your insights
Distorts what you see, a circle oblique
The fear that makes you lie, cancels out the facade of your flawless discourse
Plains go, to the show, drive slow, now you know
The further out you go, the closer all your pride is
Washing off, your selfishness returns
It’s clear what makes you lie, cancel out the symptoms of your self fascination
You let it go
You breathe it in
Before you exhale
Convince yourself
Looking back reflects untrue, what’s perfect now
You’re all lit up but is it real, the face you illuminate?
Conditional translations, dependence makes you seem fake
That lake you drink from is not safe, but you bathe in it anyways
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2. |
Dever-Conner
02:17
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When I come down, with plans on the upside
The pines in our sides, fell up from the ground
Shake one loose, cancel the sound
Touching everything and everyone, remember the smell
Can’t fake what you already know, get, once you get it, hurry up and go slow
Give back as much as you took, say, once you say it, this place is no (good)
When I come down, with plans on the upside
You’re touching everything and everyone, remember the smell
Can’t fake what you already know, get, once you get it, hurry up and go slow
Give back as much as you took, say, once you say it, this place is no (good)
Dever-Conner you sit on dusty roads
Dever-Conner you know I’m honest, though
Dever-Conner you took my debt on loan
Dever-Conner you hate ethanol
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3. |
Capricorn One
03:58
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Souls they bride
Shows day off
Too hot for
Souls that bride
Cliffhanger
Too hot for
Souls that bride
Cliffhanger
Flatline Titanic, big now you left behind
Willow your eyes wide shut
Red water kingpin now you short circuit, on
City slicker yeah, a deep sixer, a capricorn one
Cruel intentions bloom, you’re dirt cheap
Red water kingpin yeah you short circuit, on
I can press play, you can press wait, you can fast forward
They can stop tape, they won’t stop me, but never rewind
I can press play, I won’t stop tape, you can fast forward
They can stop tape, that won’t stop me, but never rewind
City slicker yeah, a deep sixer, a capricorn one
Willow your eyes wide shut
Red water kingpin yeah you short circuit, on
Souls they bride
Shows day off
Too hot for
Souls that bride
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4. |
Complex Slide
04:11
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Wanna commit, yeah you wanna relate
Over simplify all the things that you hate
Wanna feel, wanna realize
You’re glacial ice on the slide, melting
Can’t keep your conscience intact
Always want what you don’t have, relax
Can’t keep your conscience intact
Always want something different
Wanna catch, yeah you wanna combat
Pacify all the times that you laughed
Wanna give, wanna forget
Torture the separate forces inlets reflect
Can’t keep your conscience intact
Always want what you don’t have, relax
Can’t keep your conscience intact
Always want something different
Never break form for no one
Complicate the complex
Stop making up for yourself
Internalize all your outsides
It makes no difference, you’re always
It makes no difference, cos you’re always so
Dream about what you already did
Ask questions with an answer
Turn around and face yourself
In the meantime, just wait
You’re grounded, you’re high
Translation, you’re tired
Tomorrow’s goodbye
Today’s new lie
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5. |
Catharsis Calisthenics
03:13
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Take a step back, and cancel moving forward
Temptation braves that which makes you search for words
Now you trust no one, shun until the guilt is gone
Now you have no fun, man go off and fix the sun
Isolate, get back
The resemblance, gets bad fast
Making up for time, the resemblance
Take it back, loose it all
Stop. Gap. Stop. You want something to ease it.
Stop. Gap. Stop. You need it to be easy.
Stop. Gap. Stop. You want it to be easy.
Stop. Gap. Stop. You want something to ease it.
You need something to ease it
You want someone to ease it
You need it to be easy
You can’t really seize it
What you get for the reason
Except for the seizing
Now you trust no one, shun until the guilt is gone
Now you have no fun, man go off and fix the sun
Take a step
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6. |
Pizzacondo Bluez
04:19
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8:15 sacrifice scientific
Hate stink, snow plows
Late to meet, canvas in the crosshairs
Skate rinks, round
Settle on something, surface streets
Settle on something, save some time
Save me, redacted over imprint
Lazy, complimentary invites
Brake speeds, disco dancing on
Safety, makes you frown
Settle on something, surface streets
Settle on something, save some time
And you tell us all to slow down
Can’t recollect, can’t reconcile yet
(Relive the times you helped someone
Convince yourself you did enough)
That’s all, last call
That’s all, bad sprawl
That’s all, can’t draw
That’s all, seesaws
Blessings overrun
Past-tense stereo
Blending frequent
Presets of now
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7. |
Eclectic Boogaloo
03:36
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Catching absences is fine
Still forced to let go sometimes
C-Walking in sandals and slide
Slack off while you wait in line
(A flick of the wrist, a tug of the shirt, a pinch of the skin, whatever works)
All, mistakes
All, let downs
Capital offense in lies
Sleep needs you to know it’s night
Counting backwards and try
Feel and know the hurt’s right
(A flick of the wrisat, a tug of the shirt, a pinch of the skin, whatever works)
All, mistakes
All, let downs
Can’t relate now
You suffocate our hands
Probably take showers
Separate our plans
Regulate towns
Communicate hours
Like caustic rats
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8. |
Buyer's Guide
03:02
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Candles and cups and sandals and stuff
Gross out
The century of self, of sell, of selling and sold
Pre-package this and unwrap that
Payback
Feeling old, this wheeling, this dealing, this road
I buy
Buyer’s Guide
Coupon book, the less you save
Buyer’s guide, shopping rehearsed
Repeat everyday
See life on a plate
Ice pack melt away
Freezer burn
Down aisle 8
Past/present tastes the same
The expiration date
Reduced price
Candles and cups and sandals and stuff
Gross out
The century of self, of sell, of selling and sold
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9. |
Handles
04:08
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Believe yourself, believe yourself
This cancer grows because they think they’re right
Too left of logical it makes you wonder
How people live with themselves
How evil the soul gets
Never norm, never normal
Mr. Meth Teeth and Mrs. Putting Green
Gonna try and save the world from what it ain’t
How people live with themselves
How evil the soul gets
I’ve read them handles
I’m dead to scandal
Try, educate
Try, volunteer
Try, compliment
Try , alleviate
Don’t let them breathe, either
Taste what you don’t know
Render memories, we’re all the same
Stress out, stress thinking, empathy
Never norm, never normal
Mr. Meth Teeth and Mrs. Putting Green
Gonna try and save the world from what it ain’t
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10. |
Slow Tires
03:43
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Sometimes while driving, dirt roads, nowhere
Only at night, the snow in your headlights
Wheat fields, some trees, all sides tempting
Still life, try hard, eyelids, your car
A Kansas condition, the CD’s you listen
Sometimes, bodies give up
With all the roads in this state
You keep making the same, mistakes
Taking off to the West,
But still Wichita is the furthest you get
Hard to sort out your life while you wear the same two shoes
Sell high and scrutinize your chances of failing
Can’t make up your mind, thoughts obsolete, observe everything you’re missing
Teach lessons on why, what failing inside, looks like in a rearview mirror
Take it from me, take it for you, take everything
I don’t ever want to leave
Take what you need, and then you should probably leave
Sometimes, bodies give up
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