1. |
Home
03:43
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home as you like
your force and your fears
how high?
head in the woods
you caught me
and you wonder how
and i see it’s nothing more
than journeys on me
i hold it gone
it’s never gonna be freely
and you let yourself go
how did you run?
when you love
when you held on
it says “amen”
you feel me
but i have nothing
so i gave it up
and i get a right to know
woke in the bark
of working outside o
and you let yourself go
and all you know is old
o o let me come home
o o let me come home
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2. |
Pinehurst
01:57
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it's just the time we get to know
how feelings always rise
i got to know the fields
i got to know what's wise
nor the life i thought was dead
but ima let em know
you feel it like you love;
fake and bleeding out
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3. |
Lanes
05:37
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now that it’s sudden low
i got to hold it now
we were sunken here, rye
i filled the logs in the back
and the trees and the wind
was i really hearin’ it right?
no
well how about how i drive
set in course / a tear and he falls
inside of the rise
or when i was underage
and i bought you those cigarettes
said to ease
no
i don’t know any sun that can come up
insist surreal,
is the sin folding?
but i’d be damned
if I don’t find that light again
the place has taken me
no
and shame wasn’t here when it came
i said how would you know
if i felt the love in the lanes
you woke up when i fell
saw the needle break
incisions in all things deep
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4. |
Fire
04:30
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i set our love up in fire
without gas all around
dipping in with the shadow
where "weak" was always found
/
see how would you lose me now
seeing how did we lose these miles
and you just shot me down
i said you just shot me down
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5. |
Lights
03:15
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we no longer have no means and no time
but sadly i got dust in both of my eyes
but does it always come
and does it always need show what it’s like
and there is ties on gifts we’ve known since regret
but how’d it all come through with nobody in
but does it always try
and does it always need to see we’re all right
and does it always come
and does it always need to show where it lights
and i hear you
somewhere out far and i won’t be kept in
and i know now
how some pretty one could break in my home
we no longer have no needs for the time
but sadly i came here with the need of your bite
but do you always cry
and do you always need to know i’m alright
but still i always try
and still i’ll always follow the lights
and i hear you
somewhere out far and i won’t be kept in
and i know now
how some pretty one could break in my home
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6. |
Lake / Lure
06:22
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was it all called in this order?
when we looked toward another
you had gone from the stables
i’d never lock you on nothing if you stapled me
and this is only life you wonder
it’s a time to adore
and i was always chasing till you found
no one in disorder
but we’re staying with the lace in tact
and if you muddle around
then we can just elope in with the sound
and let this one pass
~if it’s as good and if it’s as well~
it was then when we locked our eyes
on everything from the morning
to the whispers in the sky
i left you standing by the rumbling bald
i said i wouldn’t change it if you saw it all
i couldn’t love you after that night
but it’s shaking me now
who’s gonna make sure you know
that you were former now unknown
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7. |
Thames
05:14
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by the fit wood way
buttons crossed in pain
you want this in me
there, the far ahead
we’ll laugh it in my bed
with no sensible
north to kinder kill
was slow to send my mail
as in we’re far from thames
am i that’s injured you
if one had ended one
aloud with a ring
you cause my blind spots to slip away
and reassemble my other names
if all’s what you need
light this as a parting way
south beach was not our fane
ours is left under the sheets
let’s watch an old movie
entangled in our breed
of only you and me
that face you gave me on to tend
was it a part of looking in
an aside sort, assemble this to creed
and i can’t really read what is left in me
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8. |
337's
04:37
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so i’m cajun
but i’m not
i don’t hear no bells
i only mean what is well
but a face like hell
and it gets me to nowhere
it leaves for the gold in the waves
so i’m french
but i’m not
but i can still stand the stench
of peeking around the block
for the quarters are locks
and it gets me to notice
the leaving is getting me by
are you my queen
if i’m a king around these parts
there is none but sugarcane
inside my golden heart
i been so far away for far too long
it’s been so far ahead
and i won’t stand strong
cuz i’m a king
and i’ll arise into fame
but no one will notice this
cuz they never wanna sing
instead they go
but they make sure you know
that it is not living underground
it’s only just the little sounds
(and no one knows)
so down to new orleans
i have found
that the cloud is not my singing sound
and it only wants to go with me
if i’m not feeling proud
but our leaves were always in the mounds
and i’m not ever filled to shout
oh no, and I can't even go
i said oh no, i can't even go
are you my queen
if i’m a king around these parts
there is none but sugarcane
inside my golden heart
i came from the pines of north caroline
and yes there was much trying
but there was no sense in crying
cuz i’m a king
and i'll rise into fame
and everyone will notice me
but they never wanna sing
instead they go
but they make sure i know
that it takes more to notice bliss
it’s never fit inside my fists
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9. |
It's Not Me
05:30
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so long has it been stealing friend
stealing like a wake in the wind
i like the way it makes me feel
and i’m living still
there’s a love growing in my head
it suddenly arose and it’s fierce
it’s like a dream i had;
you were very near
so now I get a loss just gone and then i say;
what do i need, what do i see,
that how, and the how to know
was it anything inside another
i’m just waiting for the train to stop
bullets break into my home
and suddenly wake me up
but there you are again just leaving
it’s not, it’s not me
how do you get along?
yourself, you said you cry
you said you had another thought
and you’re never gonna leave this one behind
but i said it was easy
it was better than this
and they couldn’t know me, no
it’s still afraid to go
i'm still afraid to show what i might believe in
and i’m sitting still
i got enough to deal with
there’s sleep inside my eyes
it’s not, it’s not me
it’s not, it’s not me
so where do you go now?
where do you live?
where do you chose a house, a love, a gift, and the kids
there’s nothing here
i can’t say that there is
but i like to still believe
what’s so wrong with believing in yourself
it’s like the things that they said were always wrong
they never knew it very well
so what did i ever see in them?
i got another dream, i got another book to read
i got another glass to drink and another hit to smoke
i got another little love inside and another time to try
and these are all the things i keep
aside from what i leave behind
and i’m not singing very well
it’s not, it’s not me
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10. |
In Your Place
05:06
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well maybe someday this light could be sunny
but where i stand has got me alive
people fade into a life in the pages
and sometimes your eyes are just my fire
when a seldom sorrow holds you high up
and you make sure your mind's in the right state
then let the world come down while you're thinkin'
and send someone to see in your place
they said; "hey buddy boy, you have to love her"
but there's something that's keeping me from feeling like before
that something is a lie, it's a feeling
and all my weight can now be lifted
when you can't find the tolerable aspects
of your fear of the life in the moor
then let the sun come up while you're breathin'
so i could find someone to speak in your place
well maybe i gotta light up this cancer
and speak away all my holes and my faults
to be torn, to be worn, to be sworn in
into the calm depth of your forsaken ocean
when you believe in your last strain of thought
but you still go along with your first
you should let the people come down while you're leavin'
so i could find someone to love in your place
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on the rye Houston, Texas
'on the rye' is a singer-songwriter born from the pines of North Carolina and raised elsewhere.
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