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Separate Peace
02:49
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Fishing heaven's lake by night
While our amplifiers sleep
Former saviors meet us there
Cooking oils in our hair
If there's something that you seek
I can help you in the morning
For now I'm concentrating
Deliberating
Comforts decayed
Time in gestation
Spirit come over me
Sideshow wonders
This is not pandering
It is dark looking out on the scene
Look to you
Still a station not quite tuned
You get wasted on the porch
Make me promise I won't sleep
When I said that "houses dream of lights turned on"
You got up
Left the door ajar
Shirt on the knob
And of course I know
A separate peace is hard to find
My car lights trigger themselves all night
Blinking slurred Morse code for morning light
I say "it's gonna be alright"
There's just a little blood on the sleeve
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Days I've Missed
03:23
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Voices on my porch
Some I've never heard before
Whispering vows of love in each other's ears
On the verge of breaking up
I’ve waited for the sink to fix itself
As if I fix my eyes on the shelf
It will populate memorabilia
For the days I've missed
Do you remember isolating April names for wait
No one had ever owed me
I called my friends in summertime
They were camping inside
I had to go
Coming into sunshine love
Coming into sunshine love
We were just clanging gongs
Something put into songs
You didn't speak unless spoken to
And I tousled opinions for you
Hit me with your fist
I killed time on a porch waiting for a single kiss
Hit me with your fist
I killed time on a porch waiting for a single kiss
Do you remember isolating April names for wait
No one had ever owed me anything
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Promise of Port
02:25
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Found a wood-cast car in the bathroom
Saw my friends in the front
They look far away
Dark matter under every word
And I feel myself leave earth
Chair legs jingle-sayers
And the promise of port
In the perfect white
In the perfect pale
In 1977
Plane crashed down in the south land
Used to make me sad but why
Crimson tide ruined from the start
Nothing ever disappears it just falls apart
Just check the maps and the marchers in snow
In the perfect white
In the perfect pale
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Oliver!
03:33
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No one knows I'm a blue jay by trade
Eating pills in a bodega
Waiting for a new courageous morning
I decided never to wake up
The leaves of our book rustling on the floor
We pretend it’s the seasons changing
Though in a way it is
Though in a way it is
All this time you were just trying to say goodnight
Bad things come to those who wait
Refuse to leave town
Take their punishment late
I have an expensive habit
Telling truth from your lies
Who are you?
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Parlor Voice Grand Rapids, Michigan
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