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Here's To Another
03:32
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Here's to another day above ground
The breath in the lungs, the sight and the sound
Here's to another act of the play
We'd rather be here than walk away
We wouldn't be where we are without you
Here's to the errors that caused all the fuss
The pressures and forces that make us, us.
Here's to the people who walked away
Leaving us here with something to say
We wouldn't be who we are without you
Here's to the future that nobody knows
Ley lines we followed, directions we chose
And here's to the mystery of all that's to come
We hope that it's worth it when all's said and done
We wouldn't want to be here without you
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Put It Down
02:55
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The stone that you've worn since you were born
Used to be small and smooth
It's grown as you've aged, and rougher as days
Weigh you down as you move
Whenever you want
Wherever you want
No more straining to hear that winsome sound
Walking 'round with pockets full of stones
Don't have to pick up everything you've found
The trip is lighter when you put it down
Permanence is a sweet, sweet lie
It's the host that we all put on our tongues
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Bait The Line
03:41
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Don't question, it just happens, this is bigger than all of us
Some people keep going, others spit and scream and cuss
Too many tribulations can make some days a trial
Take the verdict calm and collected, or take it bedeviled and riled
But don't sweat the small stuff, put too much weight on the light
Some things are just not worth the fight
You catch a lot of feeders when there's bigger fish to fry
It all depends on how you bait the line
Hot temper is cold comfort when you live in a house and home
One day you're king of the castle, next week you're booted off the throne
In the school of slow learners, there's never a passing grade
Drag yourself through the flaming briars, come out thinking you've got it made
But don't sweat the small stuff, put too much weight on the light
Some things are just not worth the fight
You catch a lot of feeders when there's bigger fish to fry
It all depends on how you bait the line
You'll dance on pins and needles when it's your hide you want to save
Act out like a coward or put on your bravest face
And don't sweat the small stuff, put too much weight on the light
Some things are just not worth the fight
You catch a lot of feeders when there's bigger fish to fry
It all depends on how you bait the line
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Oh Ouroboros!
04:47
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Pack up the caravan, fire up the engines and off we go
Ride the white dotted line into the great unknown
The everyday pressures and promises build up behind your eyes
Until the moment that you discover there's a coop to be flown
Oh ouroboros!
The white hot coals in my head are slowly fading to ashes now
Someday the fire will rise, but I will know what to do
Life rolls in circles and cycles never-ending and everlong
Where the ending starts and begins, there's still a me and a you
Oh ouroboros!
Order from the orderless
Form from the formless
Sight to the sightless
Life to the lifeless
Everything that we've ever wanted is happening here and now
A sense of peace and comfort unlike anything that we've known
The dogs are slumbering, constellations dancing above our heads
Sometimes the greatest treasures are the ones you don't get to own
Oh ouroboros!
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More Than You Deserve
04:21
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Does it make any difference what statistics say?
If you open up a storybook, it always ends the same
Lots of folks in Nevada will tell you how the land lays
Take a moment, drink in the silence
Numbers aren't your only guidance
You might find you're stationed at the end of the bell curve
If you wake up smiling than you get a little more than you deserve
Take the mass of ages, add the weight of the world to this
Subtract the time that's wasted, multiply it by what you miss
Solve that equation, and it still is what it is
Take a moment, drink in the silence
Numbers aren't your only guidance
You can hem and haw until they kick you to the curb
If you wake up smiling than you get a little more than you deserve
Take a moment, drink in the silence
Numbers aren't your only guidance
You might start at zero if you actually have the nerve
If you wind up with yourself you get a little more than you deserve
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RSVP
04:48
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His insides twisted like a pretzel
His mouth crackles like a live wire
His ponderous heart is made of granite
All the while his mind's on fire
When the end comes, it's time to dress up
The only letters left to read
RSV and P
Put on a suit and tie
Get the dress and jewelry
Never put the chance to show up out to dry
Lurching and weaving through every moment
From one perspective and only one
Leaving a trail of tears and wreckage
Never stop 'til the raging's done
When the end comes, it's time to dress up
The only letters left to read
RSV and P
Put on a suit and tie
Get the dress and jewelry
Never put the chance to show up out to dry
This is a goodbye
No more returning
Your head's a tempest, your insides churning
Only wreckage, tears and debris
When someone checks out and leaves you an
RSV and P
Put on a suit and tie
Get the dress and jewelry
Never put the chance to show up out to dry
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Spot On A Hill
04:12
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Where are you going in the darkness?
Where will you end up tonight?
You don't want me worrying about you
But if I don't I wouldn't feel right
Ask me, I already know
You don't get to wave before you go
Now I've got lots of time to kill
From this spot on a hill
Don't ever walk away angry, something my daddy said to me
He never talked about sadness, but somehow that was always part of me
Ask me, I already know
You don't get to wave before you go
Now I've got lots of time to kill
From this spot on a hill
What will it take to make you understand?
What will it take to let you know?
This mortal coil that separates us both isn't stronger than the love I have to show
Travel safe along the open highway
Keep your wits about you all the time
Don't forget the ones who still love you
Even though they never show a sign
Ask me, I already know
You don't get to wave before you go
Now I've got lots of time to kill
No more secrets left to spill
From this spot on a hill
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Platform
03:58
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Please forgive me for my thoughts impure
But I would like to make one scree du coeur
Pardon me if I use some metaphor
I can see your border fence
You got a bullhorn but no recompense
The rhetoric makes me just a little tense
There's no shovel to bury the evidence
I get the feeling there's a few others like you
You've all been reading the last odd pages of a manifesto written for you
Please allow me this one request
Get this platform off my chest
Cannot even feign any interest
Looking through our storied past
We always came in first and raised the mast
The problem was we thought the die was cast
Sometimes you just have to come in last
I get the feeling there's a few others like you
You've all been reading the last odd pages of a manifesto written for you
Though I call you on your stance
Even I respect the dance
Destiny is rarely happenstance
Where you stand's not written in stone
We all build a platform of our own
Sometimes you just have to be shown
We either stand together or stand alone
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9. |
Noraleen
04:33
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Noraleen, this is an unrequited ballad
Noraleen, the future here without you seems quite pallid
In my dreams, I rotoscope our romance on a makeshift screen
Witnessing our first and final days and all that's in between
Everything we had was so we didn't want to let it go
Sometimes it builds a tension that's maddening
The pressure was a powder keg sitting under perfect dreams
Soon it would explode in tragedy
Noraleen
Noraleen, you had to up and go just where you had to go
Leaving me caught up in this tidal wave and whirlpool flow
Yes, I schemed, hoping that my machinations made us clean
The jokes on me, the truth much too late in the discovery
Noraleen, who knows where this broken road will take you?
Every street leads to a dead end that breaks you
It would be so much better if you never met me
What you believed, I could be, but you never let me
Sometimes it's best to walk away, get out while the getting's good
It was a decision we couldn't see
Love is what you forgot when you took the gun and shot
Now it's just a pool of blood, the floor and me
Noraleen
Noraleen, this is an unrequited ballad
Noraleen, the future here without you seems quite pallid
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10. |
Secondhand Clear Whim
06:19
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Once, there was a notion
Now, there isn't a damn thing left
How the tables turn
Alone sighs the retreating light
Once there was a sense of right
Now, the heart it yearns
True and tried were the cautions raised
Best were all the intentions laid
Far be it from me to say
So, it really comes down to this
Much as everyone has their place
We were a holy farce
What'cha gonna do when it all comes down?
Secondhand clear whim is what you've found
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The Birthday People St. Louis, Missouri
A studio duo born out of like musical minds writing songs about the human condition with a wry smile and all frilly with musical accompaniment.
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