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The State That We Are In
03:29
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I got stuck somewhere in between
Freaking out and going numb from the spin machine
I’ve been reeling from the backlash
Of our crash course in chagrin, oh and
I am struck by the state that we’re in
Some fiascos are better seen from the sky
A man has a plan to build a canal
Then the railroad whizzes by
And we’re watching out for whiskey
While he’s pouring out the gin, oh and
I am struck by the state that we’re in
I’m not saying there’s an answer to the riddle
I’m not saying that the truth is in our reach
But when I wake up to the skies
Burning red before sunrise
I know the wildfires got very little sleep
There’s no glut on the postcards that we write
Simply put we’re all under
The same big satellite
And there’s pressure on the middle
And suppression in the wind, oh but
We’re not stuck with the state that we are in
We’re not tired, we’re not despairing, not resigned
We’re not counting on the roof to fix the leak
We’re mixing districts re-defined
We’re ditching zig-zag-zip code lines
And we are, we are, we are, we are gonna speak
It’s time to get a trip and strip the poison from the soil
Dispense with it or drench it in palmarosa oil
There’s a drought, but there’s a river
With a mouth where we can swim, oh and
We’re not stuck with the state that we are in
We’re not stuck with the state that we are in
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2. |
Late to Bloom
02:35
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Standing on the dock
Looking at your eyes
Trying to see the friend
That I almost made in ninth grade
I really want to stare
Repair you like Jerusalem
And see you in the high school dark room
Where we developed our film
You were always cool
Somebody’s desire
I was on the side
A latent wildfire
A patient wildflower
Late to bloom
Now in your canoe
Slender bones and sinew
An orthopedic surgeon
Your wife had to discontinue
Her prestigious law career
Trying guys for homicide
A mother must decide
How much litigiousness will bring her
You were always cool
Somebody’s desire
I was on the side
A latent wildfire
A patient wildflower
Late to bloom
It wasn’t something I could muster
Oh no
The confidence to say hello
It wasn’t something I could bluster through
With nonchalance
As if I wasn’t wasn’t wasn’t
Loving you
You
You were always cool
Somebody’s desire
I was on the side, a latent wildfire
A patient wildflower
Late to bloom
A patient wildflower
Late to bloom
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She’s scattered in her sadness lately
She moves a box of matches daily
The lemon tree is turning lazy
Some weights are hard to bear
She keeps a jar of glycerin out back
Chops the wood and kindling, hands chapped
Whispers into daylight, I’m cracked
Some weights are hard to bear
She washes all the linens
Hangs them up in rows
Tries to shake the image of when
The garden sundial froze
It couldn’t be a year now, too long
It was just a summer day gone wrong
The musket is a long gun, so long
Some weights are hard to bear
She’s scattered in her sadness lately
She moves a box of ashes daily
The lemon fire is burning hazy
Some weights are hard to bear
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Seashells
02:18
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Ten o’clock and nobody’s sleeping
At the edge of the bed
Thunder cloud and the sky is weeping
Dripping into my head
And I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know why
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
When you scramble up boulders
You loosen the rebel below
Flying rocks become stardust
Or pebbles in somebody’s shoe, oh
And I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know why
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
Look at the girl on the rock
She is standing in front of the sea
She took a piece of lace from a box
And sewed it onto a T-shirt
I’m a sucker for seashells
I tuck 'em in under my hand
Put a clam in my pocket
I’m tumbling over the sand
And I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know why
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
Look at the girl with the abalone
Inside of her sleeve
She turned a broken muscle shell
Into a skeleton key
And I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know why
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why
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5. |
Layla
03:01
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