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July
04:04
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Subliminally brewing a plan to find out all your secrets
where have you hidden the key?
allegedly construing many far fetched hidden meanings
in all words that you've said to me
I'm leaving soon
and you're smiling at me
yes I've never seemed to accept things as they are
I watched your shoes neatly lined up by the pantry
unlike mine imperfectly strewn
cutting out paper, checking the weather, biking and watching the moon
it's strange what comforts different people
the thoughtfulness simply exhumed
I'm leaving soon
and you're playing music
I find chaos in the silence and the comport in the traffic
I watched you threw your clothes in a basket all the way on the other side of the room
flowers growing through my eardrums out my eyeballs
and into someone's bedroom
we've been waiting so long to just be simply average
independently useful and new
I've bought so many disposable cameras
and I keep waiting for the first to develop
when I get them
I'll call you over
and we can open the envelope together
I'll dial your number
despite my abstract fear of phone calls
you'll answer the second time after you've peed
we'll watch some movies
talk about something disgusting while time passes faster than leaves
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Peachy Keen
03:04
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Cherub
03:55
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The most important things to me seem to be between wake and sleep
I understand now but the though still makes me weak
graceful by the light of the moon
swimming in the creek in the springtime
graves and wildfires
spent your Sunday's on your kitchen floor
argued of you and I and what was yours
but i was crazy about truth and I don't think I even knew
The most important streets to me
seem to be in memories of the garden or my old house
whispers on the drives back home
nights embossed in mystery
always dancing out my window
Next time you see me I'll be old
thinking of disappearing for a bit into the unknown
and when we meet again I hope to see you have grown
lick my wounds clean like an animal
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4. |
Shallow
01:15
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Blur
03:57
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Selfish
04:11
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I know I'm selfish
but i'll still buy you postcards on the way
I say I'm not ready for much but despite whatever I say
I don't know why you listen to me
took a train into the city
and I kept thinking I wish you'd explain yourself better
yourself better, yourself better
in my head
spent so many hours in the corner of that room talking to who
I rather the times in the summer
barely knowing you, crawling into your bed in the dark after work
and I thought of living in a museum
using all their teacups and trays
but I'd be lonely, i'd be lonely, i'd be lonely anyway
love is often a consolation contest for me
the world isn't what I thought it was when I was a little kid
and I don't know why I keep thinking of it
but I took a train into the city
and I kept thinking I wish you'd explain yourself better
yourself better, yourself better
in my head
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Time is conquering my life so consumably
and I am taming the blind naiveties
we need not stay the same
though I know I've said before
but I think that you forget between the faint and the secure
finding the right words to say seems so much easier from afar
but I've lost my patience
tell me about that war you fought with yourself
I promise I'll be listening
sing you to sleep when you get tired
one of your favorite melodies
we need not stay the same
though I know I've said before
but I think that you forget between the faint and the secure
finding the right words to say seems so much easier than before
but I've lost my patience
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8. |
Gentle
05:25
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I wanna feel gentle again
suspended in frames
floating away
falling asleep thinking of summer when I was all over the place hurting others a lot and myself equally
and your shit is in the back seat cooking in the sun
and my cd's are thrown everywhere looking for one specific one
and all that I know well it may not be right but you've got a violent hunger for life
and I may be stumbling but I could put up a fight
though I've stopped all motion
I'm soaking up all I can get
trying not to be angry at everything that crosses my path
and I was a bird left for dead in the night
not I was the dust in a room from the blinds
and I'll be a festering rash down my spine
I could be anything except what you like
falling asleep thinking of summer
when I was rushing around trying to keep it together
and all that I know well it may not be right but you've got a violent hunger for life
and I may be stumbling but I could put up a fight
though I've stopped all motion
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Hushed
03:08
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Last resort on my way home my phone is dead lost on the parkway
in the wake of night your heart is far away
wrapped up in the moon's sweet light
I sit here think of all your poems
tangled in a web of fear and hate
you can't take it away
I can not stay here
you can't pull it away
I cannot stay here
The moon may be my only solid lover
she's so intriguing she keeps me far from others
on again off again rocking and rolling things do you remember
dancing til we fell on the floor
silent while your mother talk on the phone
I can't pull it away
it keeps finding its way back to my brain
I can't take it away
I can not stay here I'm going home
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Ornamental New Jersey
Ornamental is a four piece indie folk/ambience group from New Jersey.
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