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Doesn't Mean Much
04:42
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A town
Stuck
Between a river and a wall
And of course there’s a steeple there
That towers above it all
A dagger
To the heart
Would be something I’d like to feel
‘Cause when boredom gets the best of me,
I’ll welcome anything that’s real
Dancing in the kitchen to a song in 6/8
Wishing all the best to everyone I once said I hate
And it doesn’t mean much
Them
On a couch
A mile between him and her
They’re young, but not so much
They can’t remember who they were
Side by side
Powerpoles
Where the metaphor is vast
One is for hope and the future
And the other’s for a shattered past
Dancing in the kitchen to a song in 6/8
Wishing all the best to everyone I once said I hate
And it doesn’t mean much
What I wouldn’t give to be scared and cold
It’s a damn strange world when feeling fine is getting old
And it doesn’t mean much
Everything I hear, I’ve thought before
No matter how much there is, there’s always more
Everywhere I go, I’ve been before
Doing what I can to fight the bore
That’s why I’m . . .
Dancing in the kitchen to a song in 6/8
Wishing all the best to everyone I once said I hate
And it doesn’t mean much
What I wouldn’t give to be scared and cold
It’s a damn strange world when feeling fine is getting old
And it doesn’t mean much
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He said,
“There is a filter through which we see.”
She said,
“What is yours?” and “How do you see me?”
It seems the sky in the afternoon
Is never blue enough to not seem grey
Nothing really is that great
But in the end, it will be ok
She said,
“We should worry about the future.” And I said, “Ok.”
I said,
“It’s a choice to be happy.” And she said, “No way.”
The pilot light of our youth is out again
We’re struggling to keep it lit
Let’s pretend we’re like we were then
Even if just for a bit
It’s hard growing old when you’re young at heart
Making peace with the grey is the hardest part
Is the choice to give in or give up?
Either way the good times end abrupt
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Please turn off the radio, I gotta better tune in my head
You’re trying to find your jam on the radio, but the medium is dead
Please turn off the radio, I gotta better tune in my head
You’re trying to find your jam on the radio, but the medium is dead
It’s in the air no matter where you go, pushing waves all through your brain
Nothing new under the sun on the radio
And it sounds about the same
Please turn off the radio, I gotta better tune in my head
You’re trying to find your jam on the radio, but the medium is dead
It’s in the air no matter where you go, pushing waves all through your brain
Just like it is on the radio
All of my songs sound the same
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4. |
From the Same Star
02:56
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He’s got these things fighting for room in his head
And she’s got a spirit to make a thinker lose his mind
Yet somehow,
They fell from the same star
And forever they are
She is just waiting for the next thing to laugh at
While he needs to stop and figure out how it works
And yet somehow,
They fell from the same star
And forever they are
He will enlighten you with the basics of a thought
While she will do it with a light that shines from the depths of her heart
Yet somehow,
They fell from the same star
And forever they are
Life is for seeing
For hearing for feeling, enjoying
It’s for healing
It’s for learning
For failing
Regretting and reflecting
And growing
And starting all over again
And starting all over again
Now she moves with a purpose to bend the world her way
While he leads with a beacon that shines hope, come what may
Yet somehow,
They fell from the same star
And forever they are
And forever they are
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5. |
Stop Motion
06:35
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I stopped stop motion
‘Cause I’m not patient anymore
When I’m socializing
I’m looking towards the door
But I ain’t quite yet.
Don’t think I will
Just taking in the scenery
And starting down the hill
‘Cause I’ve been pacified
I think
Balancing introspection
With staying out of my head
Can’t ruminating
Probably won’t ‘til I’m dead
There you go again
Melodrama got you
And you will never …
Win ‘cause you’re terrified
Of life
And you have been pacified
By time
Old bones, don’t fail me now
‘Cause I’m aiming to finish strong
Old bones, don’t take a bow
‘Cause you’ve served me well for so long
Balancing introspection
With being self-obsessed
We all frame our own worlds
And they’re not like the rest
See what I mean?
There I go again
Pretension got me
And I will never . . .
Win ‘cause I’m terrified
Of life
And I’ve been pacified
By time
Old bones, don’t fail me now
‘Cause I’m aiming to finish strong
Old bones, don’t take a bow
‘Cause you’ve served me well for so long
Old bones, just listen now
Let’s fake it and pretend we belong
Old bones, don’t fail me now
There’ll be time for that as times moves along
Old bones, stay with me now
Until there’s nothing left in this world for you
Old bones, I don’t know how
I loved you and never knew
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Home
03:30
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There is a fine line between high and slow
Are you chasing the high, boy, or running low?
We’re biting nails trying not to crack
Maybe this weekend we can relax
Your home is your metronome
Your home is your metronome
There’s lessons from all who have come before you
That even the slightest bump will throw you
Keep it cool and don’t perspire
You know life will conspire
Your home is your metronome
Your home is your metronome
Keep it cool and don’t perspire
You know life will conspire
There is a fine line between high and low
I think I’ll stop here and let it go
Your home is your metronome
Your home is your metronome
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