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On the Verge
05:01
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Waiting on an epiphany
It’s on its way like a speeding train
Fading high strung symphony
The maestro’s last refrain
Trading secondhand sympathy
For a space out of the rain
Braiding the harshness with the harmony
Dodge the inkwell’s purple stain
On the verge is the place to be
When dayspring is nigh
Hazy veil of irony
From a top-heavy sky
‘Graving the imprint on the effigy
Mute the glaze to make it plain
Lading the gentle with the certainty
That only patience palls the strain
On the verge is the place to be
When dayspring is nigh
Hazy vail of irony
From a top-heavy sky
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A Fool's Remedy
02:41
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Moved into the darkness
For my own patch of sky
Every constellation captured
Each star is memorized
Plato casts his shadows
His puppets swagger by
The cave was never opened
And no one wonders why
I need you to confuse me
With a fool’s remedy
Tell me true, true
Do you really see?
How we spin this tragedy?
Phaedo feeds the fortune
That we will never die
We’ll plagiarize the funeral
Just so we can cry
Draco drowns his debtors
His apostles hypnotized
On the seabed of derision
And no one wonders why
I need you to confuse me
With your prized parody
Tell me true, true
Do you really see?
How we bend this melody?
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Silver Dish
04:28
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Placed our words in a silver dish
Struck a match and begged the smoke to stay
A daily fix on permanence
The precious stone gets smaller everyday
An honest, flawed design
Dreamed it right the first time
Finally feel again
Letters etched in bold disguise
Shining sketch laid out for all to see
Stubborn fate hates a surprise
Cork the glass and toss it in the sea
An honest, flawed design
Dreamed it right the first time
Finally feel again
Falter and flow from the beginning
Who’s gonna stay to miss the end
Halter and bow can’t stop the spinning
Last golden rays start to bend
Finally feel again
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4. |
Lament
03:53
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There’s no reason to watch
For the ones who dictate your thoughts
So easy and clear
To control you with fear
Fear that you’re not wise enough
To entrust your heart within
So you narrow your mind
Broaden your view of sin
You hand me your weekly flyer
Ask me to read of the fire
And how my evil entreats
The six-headed beast
You’re waiting each week to read
Your directions on how to believe
Straight from the source
Factory for liturgy
The scribes in their towers
They’re wielding their power
Over you my friend, confused compassion
You steal your children away
Find evil in tender play
You censor their minds
With excoriate fines
It must be so simple for you
To take what you’re given as truth
So safe and secure
So mechanically sure
Was there a point in time
Or did you slowly unwind
The strings of control
In your marionette mind
How sincere can you be
Only aim is converting me
Another notch in your belt of
Sanctificity
The pious in their tower
They’re wielding their powers
Over you my friend
Confused compassion
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Possibilities
03:30
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I don't mind imagining you love
As you may be, as you might be now
In a word, half the words are wrong
Sing into your phone and surrender to the blue light
Idle minds, let's go to the zoo love
Idle minds, as you might be now
In a word, half the words are wrong
Sing into your phone and surrender to the blue light
Never mind, half the words are wrong
Sing like cats and dogs and surrender to the blue light
Idle minds, I'm thinking of you love
Any time to suffer a fool love
Missing a song, half the words are wrong
Fight like cats and dogs and surrender to the blue light
I'm thinking of you love
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6. |
Fictions
03:17
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I fall asleep again
Mid-phrase conviction ends
The tales you weave
They’re all the warmth I need
I talk and listen in
Confidant born of the muse and pen
The tales you weave
They’re all the warmth I need
Your lips shake when you lend an ear
Don’t strain yourself to hear
I’ll keep it myself
I realize through foggy eyes
These fictions
Are not really mine
The tales you weave
They’re all the warmth I need
Your lips shake when you lend an ear
Don’t strain yourself to hear
I’ll keep it to myself
And all that I need
Is for you to concede
That you’ll wait
For me to revive
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Waid Woods
03:51
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Recall the sound for all my time
And the engine’s wind on the last hill
Boxwood, asphalt, and pine
The somnolent rhyme of the wheels
Mornings were filled with intention
The window-view tempered our zeal
Lie on your bed, making up
You showed us the metal they pulled from your body
And not the ones they pinned on
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Drive
03:53
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Who's gonna tell you when it's too late?
Who's gonna tell you things aren't so great?
You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?
Who's gonna pick you up when you fall?
Who's gonna hang it up when you call?
Who's gonna pay attention to your dreams?
Who's gonna plug their ears when you scream?
You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?
Who's gonna hold you down when you shake?
Who's gonna come around when you break?
You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?
You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?
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9. |
Paper Rules
05:20
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You line all the words that you write
With velvet and silk
To soften the truth when it bites
The fingers that yield
A knot that’s worked its way loose
Without strain or appeal
Leaving ends that abandon the pull
The beholden, the constraint, and the will
Paper rules and consequence that you’ve penned
Framed and hung in every room that you’ve been
The songs that you’ll disguise and pretend
Concealed, half-sung lest the expose their ends.
Line up your hopes, command they march in
The seasons will grow to suit your skin
The warmth and the glow, you’ll capture again
Expectations they flow downhill
No reason to count them till
You’ve packed them all in
Give up the parched brown ground
With a tear and a grin
Set out for the gaudy green glow
Emerald groves to begin
Still your tongue when the showers you summon
Have flooded you in
And carry your burdens low
And defy them to swim
Paper rules and consequence that you’ve penned
Framed and hung in every room that you’ve been
The songs that you will disguise and pretend
Concealed, half-sung lest the expose their ends.
Line up your hopes, command they march in
The seasons will grow to suit your skin
The warmth and the glow, you’ll capture again
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10. |
The Last Refrain
03:57
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Steven Kattenbraker Washington
Part Eliott Smith, part L. Cohen, as run through the production wringer of Daniel Ash…Kattenbraker’s baritone voice is pleasant and soothing. The guitar work sweet and mellow and, might I add, deftly played… Portland’s Music Liberation Project
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