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Keep Trying
02:49
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I know it feels like you gotta do
All the heavy lifting every time we’re talking
And I hope you know that it’s not about you
I’m stuck in my own head 24/7
And I really am interested
So tell me some more about it
Sometimes I’d rather be at home
With my earbuds in, closed off from everything
And sometimes you’ll find me sitting alone
Close to the action, watching it happen
But I’m always glad I came
and I’m gonna keep trying
Ooo, I’m gonna keep trying x 4
Turns out it doesn’t get less hard
When I’m not practicing human interaction
Now I can tell when I’m going too far
Feels like I’m straying towards total isolation
I really love you all
And I’m gonna keep trying
I really love you all
And I’m gonna keep trying
Ooo, I’m gonna keep trying x 4
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2. |
Bright Phoebus
02:52
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To whom it may concern:
I must apologize for having caused your death
It wasn’t personal, I’m sure you understand
And if you do not understand, please allow me to explain.
A fellow makes his home
As a fortress to protect at all costs
And when that boundary is crossed
The instinct to defend kicks in
You gained entry uninvited
Under cover of the night
seeking food and warmer climes
Those were your crimes
And while I suppose it’s true
That we have room and scraps of food to spare
1 can lead to 2
and 2 can lead to 20 pretty soon
I am not running a zoo
If I could talk and you could listen
I would have tried employing reason
But there’s just no getting through
I took no joy in ending you
And wish I didn’t have to
Did I have to?
Did I have to?
You fell for my trap
You went in for a snack and there you broke your neck
I hope that it was quick
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4. |
My Friends
02:59
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my friends are anxious
they sit and wring their hands
think no one understands
I think I understand
my friends are strong and brave
i sit and watch amazed
and when they come offstage
they wave the praise away
not stereotypes
just types
tell the truth, soothe, bite
in the notes they sing
and the words they write
my friends are sensitive
they'll take whatever you give
they’ll hold it, let it steep
and sing it back for you to keep
my friends all disappear
and reemerge in weeks, or years
to tell you all they learned
who they loved and what they burned
not stereotypes
just types
tell the truth, soothe, bite
in the notes they sing
and the words they write
we will sing until the embers burn out
(we will play until the embers burn out)
we will sing until the embers burn out
(we will play until the embers burn out)
we will sing until the embers burn out
(we will play until the embers burn out)
we will sing until the embers burn out
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5. |
Honey Leaf
02:39
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Trees make sweet sap
Grab a bucket, grab a tap
Take time, boil it down
Bottle it up, pass it around
Baby, you’re sweeter than a maple tree
Maple tree
Baby, you’re prettier than a maple leaf
Maple leaf
Bees swarming all around
Buzz a-buzzin’, what a sound
Scoop the honey out of the comb
Bottle it up and bring it on home
Baby, you’re sweeter than a honey tree
Honey tree
Baby, you’re prettier than a honey bee
Honey bee
Baby, you’re sweeter than a maple bee
Maple bee
Baby, you’re prettier than a honey leaf
Honey leaf
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6. |
Garden House
02:18
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I love this garden and I love this house
The rain sounds lovely as it’s coming down
Coming down on the garden, coming down on the house
And it’s still so early in this little town
Can you hear the rain from inside your sleep
In our bed upstairs tucked between the sheets
You love the rain and you love your sleep
And I know when you wake, you will wake happy
How can I decide when it’s time to come inside
And leave the big back porch where it’s cool and dry?
I will only listen to my coffee cup
When it’s empty and asking to be filled back up
I love this garden and I love this house
I cry a little thinking ‘bout it now
Thinking ‘bout the garden and thinking ‘bout the house
And this life we’re building, you and I, my love
And this life we’re building, you and I, my love
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7. |
Flashlight
03:01
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You are a rabbit
Grazing on clover
You boil over
You are a mess
Why am I smiling?
Because you make me
You hold and you shake me
Shake me again
You are the future
Barreling forward
You are the water
Angry and still
When I’m excited
I think you like that
You hand me a flashlight
And open the door
You are a rock
Quartz or a diamond
Nah, I’m just rhyming
You’re not a rock
But I am a stone
You have collected
Polished, protected
I shine for you
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8. |
Love for Love
03:26
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The sun shines high upon the hill
And low down on the trees
And the place where my love lives
The sun never disappears
I’m gonna go for a ride
And when will I return?
When the heathered hills have burned 9 times
And all grows green again
It’s love for love that I do want
Love for love again
It’s hard that I like you so well
And you not me again
The first town I come to
Reveals a cloudless sky
The very shade of brilliant blue
To match my true love’s eyes
The next town I come to
A field of sunflowers blossom there
The blooms radiate a hue
To match her golden hair
It’s love for love that I do want
Love for love again
It’s hard that I like you so well
And you not me again
The last town I come to
Sits out on the lonely sea
The very place she said
She could not give her heart to me
It’s love for love that I do want
Love for love again
It’s hard that I like you so well
And you not me again
It’s comfort for the comfortless
Honey for the bee
But all I’ve got’s this winding road
Laced with your memory
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9. |
One Bird/Other Bird
02:03
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One bird says to the other bird
“will you be my buddy?”
Other bird says to the one bird
“Yes, let’s go play in the muddy”
One bird says to the other bird
“I feel so fine and merry”
Other bird says to the one bird
“Yes, let’s go pick some berries”
One bird says to the other bird
“You sing so fine and sweet-o”
Other bird says to the one bird
Chirp, chirp, chirp, tweet, tweet, tweet-o
One bird says to the other bird
“The day is nearly done-o”
Other bird says to the one bird
“Let’s have another one tomorrow”
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10. |
Palms to Pines
05:16
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Leaves blow on top of the snow
It’s 23 degrees outside
We skipped the fall no cleanup at all
Pulled the blankets up and stayed inside
The beach sang called out our names
We couldn’t help but listen
So we flew and the next thing we knew
We were right where we had been missing
We don’t belong here
We’re from the old east coast
What if we stayed here
This place where we feel the most
The sea sprays in the heat of the day
Water’s warm and foamy
We’re smiling feeling high and I
Don’t want you to let go of me
Smell of sunscreen and fresh mangosteen
We picked up at the market
We sit and watch the sun set
I’m not ready for the dark yet
We don’t belong here
We’re from the old east coast
What if we stayed here
This place where we feel the most
Just like that the present is past
Though we savored every second
It’s time the palms turn to pines
As the winter wind it beckons
We belong here
Here on the old east coast
So we’ll stay here
The place that we love the most
Place where we built our home
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11. |
My Thoughts
01:11
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I can be alone with my thoughts, oh
I can be alone with my thoughts
I don’t need a hit or a pill, oh
I don’t need a beer or a shot
But
Every now and then I find
I get stuck inside my mind
Often when I am in bed
I should be sleeping instead
I can be alone with my thoughts
Although my thoughts can be a lot
I can be alone with my thoughts, oh
I can be alone with my thoughts
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12. |
And Maybe
02:28
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Life is
Planting up our seeds
Nurture, water, feed
Rip out all the weeds
And maybe
Something grows someday
We wish that it would stay
But we know that it will wither
Away
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