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Chain-driven, no animation
Then the day is through
Wheels spinning, spitting and missing
It's all I've learned to do
So I yell through the boxfan
And it makes a wicked sound
And I'm still spitting and I'm still missing
But it don't get me down
Cause I yell through the boxfan
And it makes a wicked sound
Deadweight, drifting and dreaming
Driving and weaving it home
Stars pouring through my windshield
Like backwards bulletholes
Headspace, a river of evil
Running double-time
Soaking through the drywall
Of my mind
So I yell through the boxfan
And it makes a wicked sound
And I'm still dreaming and I'm still weaving
But it don't get me down
Cause I yell through the boxfan
And it makes a wicked sound
This could all be so simple
The scarecrow in the rain
The halo on the tomahawk
Spending miracles in vain
But I yell through the boxfan
And it makes a wicked sound
And cuts right through my bones
And I get sucked up in the clouds
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2. |
Sunache
04:11
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Time snaps at your heels
Eats at your heart
Shoots holes in your god
To stay sharp, to pass the time
Times snaps at your heels
Eats at your heart
Shoots holes in your god
Veins stretch, snake through limbs
Bring news to old toes
Rise, fall with the sun
Ache to beat the pulse of time
Times snaps at your heels
Eats at your heart
Shoots holes in your god
And god just laughs at hearts
That crack or heal
In seasons of time
And time's a long, slow march for you
Takes years to gain a day
But your small hand in mine
Takes me back in time
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3. |
Finger Theory
05:28
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I'm sleeping in a science book
Space and time till I got spooked
Well I don't need to see the bigger plan
Cause I can dream from here to there
I can get lost anywhere
Leading space and time by the hand
Here's a rule for rain and sorrow
Equations that all change tomorrow
Scale models to show how the whole thing ends
I don't know what this science proves
Tells us what our fingers do
When knuckles crack and rules want to bend
And birds know what’s up
With the fingers and the touch
Of the trees
Singing these aren't fingers
These aren't fingers
These aren't fingers, they're little possibilities
I keep a string on my bedside table
It's just a theory and still unstable
Never know which heart it's gonna mend
And who can follow threads of meaning?
When words are hollow and so misleading
Tying tongues that try to comprehend
And birds know what’s up
With the fingers and the touch
Of the trees
Singing these aren't fingers
These aren't fingers
These aren't fingers, they're little possibilities
And a finger on the trigger
A finger on the trigger
Wants to squeeze
A finger on the trigger is just a tease
I'm living in a science book
Space and time everywhere I look
Start to see the things I'll never know
But I'm thumbing through the pages
Stumble backwards through the ages
A finger theory to keep me on my toes
And birds know what’s up
With the fingers and the touch
Of the trees
Singing these aren't fingers
These aren't fingers
These aren't fingers, they're little possibilities
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4. |
Aurora Borealis
03:37
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You can find friends
If you want to try
Wave your southern hand
Shine your northern light
They can pick you up
When the night sinks in
On the ice floe
You can disappear
With the day glow
In the stratosphere
You can lose your friends
In the solar wind
So maybe don't try
Maybe don't try
Maybe don't try
To find them
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5. |
Airplane Ride
02:54
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Airplane ride, airplane ride
So little oxygen miles above
Can't even feel my own head
Can't even picture the one I desire
Airplane ride, airplane ride
Ears popping like there's no tomorrow
And if there was no tomorrow
I'd apologize to everyone
Airplane ride, airplane ride
Gravity I deny
Airplane ride, airplane ride
Busting clouds, splitting sky
Airplane ride, airplane ride
Desperation, levitation
Think of me high above you
Not as I was on the ground
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6. |
Sunday Pills
02:37
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Sunday pills
I woke up today with you by my side
You circled my head like a satellite
My halo of Sunday pills
Sunday pills
Saturday's lost in the smoke and ice
Monday's cold as fluorescent lights
Ah, but Sunday pills
The ghost flies near
Catches my eye in the rearview mirror
Floats in the sweet atmosphere
Of Sunday pills
Some hearts get filled
Some never will
Some hearts grow chill
From Sunday pills
Keeping me pinned to the kitchen floor
Or fading away when I needed more
I needed more
Someday we'll
All feed the black holes and white noise
And radiate into the void
Of a midnight sea
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Moonshine
05:22
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Late at night when I can't feel my thumbs
I'm still opposable to the rising of the sun
So i try to lose myself
In many ways
Till I'm gone
On the nightwatch we lay upon the shore
Waiting like serpents for something soft and warm
In the moonshine we swam beneath the waves
Light on our bodies, giving us away
To the hungry eyes
All around
Now I lie heavy beneath the whiskey gold
My head still echoing with the nights when we were bold
And what seeds were sown when we were stoned and bare
And who's harvesting beneath the midnight air
While the cowboys and Indians get shuffled my dreams
Was it hi-yo silver or feathers on the breeze?
Getting blown away
In the sun
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Telephone Jack
02:52
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Two more drinks
And I can go to sleep
The day is long
Or the mountain is steep
But my head gets so dark
When I plug my guitar
Into the telephone jack
And the notes I send through are flying to you
Wherever you're at
Would it be so awful if I heard
Something that sounds like an echo
Sounds like something coming back?
Nervous day
Sunshine bright
Make it home
Kill the lights
But my head gets so dark
When I plug my guitar
Into the telephone jack
And the notes I send through are flying to you
Wherever you're at
Would it be so awful if I heard
Something that sounds like an echo
Sounds like something coming back?
I'm the chorus
You're the verse
We're the tune
In the golden hearse
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Constellations
05:17
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All the faces
All the bees
It's just connect-the-dots, you see
But the empty spaces
In between
Belong to you for to get to me
And the days are fast and loose
But there's always time to choose
Me and you
If there's a reason
If there's a rhyme
I'm sure we'll pull it from the vine
Though we'll tremble
Like William Tell
One eye closed when the hammer fell
And the arrow's altitude
Can never fail if our aim is true
Me and you
All the buzzards
That dot the trees
They're constellations, can't you see?
Leading sailors
On their knees
To ricochet across the sea
And I know the means are crude
But I swear we'll shoot the blue
Me and you
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Ghostrunner
06:19
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Where'd they go?
The million or so
Ghostrunners
We pulled from the sky and
Sent round the diamond
In gold summer
Some made it home
Some made it home
Some got high
Flew right by
The branches and the years
Some grew strange
Far out of range
Devils in their ears
Some walk the night
Wound too tight
Tuned like a mandolin
And wait for a sun
That may never come
The love song of Ann Boleyn
Some kept their heads
Some kept their heads
I used to run
Beneath Ohio sun
Burn in the Florida heat
Body blessed
Effortless
Lightning at my feet
But the moonlight's rude
And it shines right through
When you're a ghost on the run
And its show your age
How you can't keep pace
Like you did when you were young
Chasing visions and dreams
Chasing visions and dreams
When I'm moving fast
I don't think about the past
One day you
Will slip on your shoes
And quietly slip out the door
Legs will twitch
You'll feel that old itch
But not the weight anymore
You'll run through the night
Your feet all light
And effortless
Legs will churn
Ain't no concern
Passing your old address
You'll make it home
I was the boy who had to be ghostrunner [REPEATS]
I was the boy born to be ghostrunner
Empty roads full of potholes
And ghostrunners
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