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Greenwood
04:39
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One day when we’re older, this might come clear.
Looking over my shoulder when nothing’s there at all.
I made mountains of molehills and lingered in them for hours.
And when the moment was over, I tried to find a universe so small. (A universe so small)
Sometimes I don’t know who I am now.
Sometimes I hardly know my name.
I’ve got an eye to future and an ear to the ground now,
But baby, men like me are mostly made of rain.
I am the rain.
We walked on the rooftops, and saw the people below us.
And thinking they were alone there, they laid their conscience clean.
Not wanting to eavesdrop, we shuffled into the shadows.
And climbing down from the top, I saw windows like a thousand eyes at night.
Their eyes were full of light.
Sometimes I don’t know who I am now.
Sometimes I hardly know my name.
I’ve got an eye to future and an ear to the ground now,
But baby, men like me are mostly made of rain.
I am the rain.
When I wake, I will turn to face the sun.
When I wake up, I will turn to face the sun.
When I wake, I will turn to face the sun. (wake up, wake up, someday maybe)
When I wake up, I will turn to face it. (wake up, wake up, wake up, someday I will wake)
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Anymore
02:14
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There’s a world in my head --
A muddled meeting of minds.
You’re speaking slowly,
Maybe just to pass the time.
And in the evening, staring at your phone.
The hours scroll by, but still your days aren’t full.
I’m thinking you don’t want to see me anymore.
Slow down.
You wander westward,
All the while I trust you’re looking back.
We’ll realign,
And count the things you never truly lacked:
The sound of one you care for
When you sleep in bed at night,
The happiness you had.
A breeze caresses my face,
And pulls my thoughts back to earth.
I’m moving slowly,
Trying to hold onto my words.
But I don’t know thoughts that fill your days.
I don’t know where you are;
This is no passing phase.
I’m thinking you don’t want to see me anymore, anymore, anymore.
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3. |
(re)visions
03:45
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Baby, maybe we can optimize —
Rearrange the patterns in our lives
To fit some California dream.
Someday, the world will be a better place —
No more games, no meeting face-to-face.
Life is just colors on a screen.
And do I dare, do I dare
Take a second of your precious time?
Well, baby, you can have a minute of mine.
(I just don’t know where to begin.)
Think now: a model for discovery,
An oyster opened to infinity,
Inside, a thousand pearls entrance.
Send me some message from that universe,
A gesture from that plane where souls converge
In seamless algorithmic dance.
And do I dare, do I dare
Take a second of your precious time?
Synthesize an image of your mind?
(I wouldn’t know where to begin.)
Do I dare, do I dare
Take a second of your precious time?
Well baby, you can have a minute of mine.
I just don’t know where to begin
Do I dare, do I dare disrupt the
dreaming of a restful mind?
maybe I’ll stick with some other kind
of trouble—not what might have been.
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4. |
Say Something
04:23
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You went to a parade —
trash trucks in the cross-streets formed a barricade.
Boy scouts and baseball teams —
it seemed all right to you, but it doesn’t put your mind at ease.
Say something.
(Ahh)
And, they say, everything is gonna be ok.
And, they say, everything is gonna be ok.
In a crowd, you watch your feet.
The crush of bodies hums along.
Balloons float by above the street.
You look for something, you can’t see it through the fog.
Say something.
(Ahh)
And, they say, everything is gonna be ok.
And, they say, everything is gonna be ok.
And, they say, everything is gonna be ok.
And, they say, everything is gonna be ok.
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St. Danger Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Words and music by Conor McGrory and Doug Wallack
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