1. |
Parachute On
05:21
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Pack your parachute
And take it door to door
Cross the border to another broken shore
Tie the ribbons tight
To everyone you know
When they float away there’s nowhere left to go
Summer tents in winter
Made of sails and splinters
Dream the currents guide you home
Don your parachute
Escape in silent stealth
Spin the silk you need to liberate yourself
Take a leap of faith
Jump off the carousel
Burn the bed behind you: no one left to tell
How some get tense in winter
And broken bones in splinters
Dream the currents guide you home
Summer tents in winter
Made of sails and splinters
Dream the currents guide you home
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2. |
For a Day
02:49
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All the thoughts that swirl around
And occupy my head
Garbled signals
Mistranslations
Only make me wish that I was
Dead to the crowd of voices who have to have their say
They tell me if I let them guide me they can make me happy for a day
The things that I obsess about
Tend to bring me down
Need to quit
But can’t admit it
Stubbornly persist until I’m
All ground up and masticated
As if I’m my own prey
Consume me to a hollow shell if it can make me happy for a day
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3. |
Minor Mendings
06:15
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I've been thinking that it's time you
Got used to it
Pretty soon you're gonna find out
It's too late to quit
Shined up and stranded by the shoreline
The glass betrays your bitter gaze
Minor mendings might reveal the
Segues to better days
The highs and lows that never slow
A final phase of shifting orbits
That spin the dials for a while
Forced to face a separation
That's more than miles
The highs and lows that never slow
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4. |
Where You Belong
03:51
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I can hear you telling me
That things will never change
But you're wrong
Following the paper chase
Has pinned you to the wall
Where you belong
Signing on the dotted line
Is calculated suicide
Hold on
Legal papers in your case
You`re losing things you can`t replace
Hold on
Where you belong
I can hear you telling me
It makes no sense at all
Sing along
Legal papers in your case
You`re losing things you can`t replace
Hold on
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Flickering light of temptation
Failure in disguise
Soft wings beat for entry
Insistent fireflies
Though I close the door to block the glimmer,
I know it’s still there
It calls me
But my eye avoids the crack
Because if I chance a sideways glance
I’m helpless to hold back
Though I close the door to block the glimmer,
I know it’s still there
Flickering light of temptation
The comfort I despise
Alluring and repulsive
Outshines the bluest skies
Though I close the door to block the glimmer,
I know it’s still there
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Guest Directors Seattle, Washington
A Seattle band. Jazzmasters drenched in reverb. Post-shoegaze rock, dream pop, power pop and noise. Bluesy, dreamy, shreddy, psychedelic.
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