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I’m a big ol’ bowl of gelatin
I’m mellow in a marsh
And I try not to turn to jelly
Then my thoughts fall apart
I’m a bucket of haze
I’m asleep in a daze
Of a fruitless, terrible, hungry phase
But I haven’t in days
I sold my soul, my bed right
I made all my dreams out of sight
I moved my best self to the bright
I’m a lantern, stuck in a haze
I’m nothing but salt
I’m a pillar of fault
Thumbing through the hyperbeam of the gestalt
But it’s stuck in my brain
All the fires froze
All the deep wells rose
I’m a big bull taking a doze
Dreaming
Static and gray
I sold my soul, my bed right
I made all my dreams out of sight
I moved my best self to the bright
I’m a lantern, stuck in a haze
I sold my soul, my bed right
I made all my dreams out of sight
I moved my best self to the bright
I’m a mountain, stuck in phase
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Remnant
04:14
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Year of the remnant
Well meaning sediments
A scorched hearth
Shovels over turf
Seers to the sound
Listen in, I’m listening
Listen in, I’m listening
I’ve been dreaming in
Colors, that I have never seen
I’ve been seeing selves
That I, have never been
Year of the remnant
Unruly tenants
A stone unturned
Every table churned
Speakers to the ground
Listen in, I’m listening
Listen in, I’m listening
I’ve been dreaming in
Colors, that I have never seen
I’ve been seeing selves
That I, have never been
Seers to the sound
Listen in, I’m listening
Speakers to the ground
Listen in, I’m listening
Listen in, I’m listening
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Would someone tell me please the mechanism
For getting by
Remaining other-centered
Without being left to dry
Some kind of way
To excise the doubt
Some crucial detail I can’t live without
Where do cities go when they die?
On what number do the mountains call?
And miss me with those forest trees, and I
See the ocean in the seas, and no-
-body is waving at me, and
Oh, I really just can’t seem to be
Overpass graffiti concrete reads:
“Is nothing, and also not”
Feel the resonant vibrations all neat and tidily taught
And the tides spell out
An outline that speaks
And breaks, confounds, and draws a map for those that seek
Where do cities go when they die?
On what number do the mountains call?
And miss me with those forest trees, and I
See the ocean in the seas, and no-
-body is waving at me, and
Oh, I really just can’t seem to be
My brain’s been getting fried
I’ve been spelling “raze” with a “Z”
That fire inside it burns
But it doesn’t seem to feed
Maybe the only way to get by
Without rolling in curses
Is to abandon all but one
Of the boundless universes
Where do cities go when they die?
On what number do the mountains call?
And miss me with those forest trees, and I
See the ocean in the seas, and no-
-body is waving at me, and
Oh, I really just can’t seem to be
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World's Largest Fiddle
03:41
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I’m finding solace
In the rapids endless charging
I’m gleaning lessons from a branch strong arming the wind
I’m paying utmost attention
To the rays busting down my closed eyelids
I’m finding peace wherever I go
‘Cause it ain’t where it used to be no more
And if you stare long enough
The world’s just like the sun
I’ve been dreaming
Of astral projecting
And looking back down
From the rivers of dust
And the titans of sound
I’m finding peace wherever I go
‘Cause it ain’t where it used to be no more
And if you stare long enough
The world’s just like the sun
The skyline sings
In a language I can’t read
Oh they say it’s out of key
But it sounds right to me
It breaks me down just a little
The whole world playing
The World’s Largest Fiddle
And there’s an angel of a virtue
That we hadn’t thought to name
And she’s hanging up above
And she’s hanging head in shame
The skyline sings
In a language I can’t read
Oh they say it’s out of key
But it sounds right to me
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Cuttin' Slack
03:08
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Well I’m living each day
Like it’s my 100th to last
And I’m closing my fingers
So the sand it cannot pass
Oh the days slip by regardless if I want them to or not
Time only moves at a speed
That’s faster than I thought
So if my mind is the flame
Then my days they are the flicker
I went down to the river
But it moved so much quicker
And if my mind is the flame
Then my days they are the flicker
I went down to the river
But it moved so much quicker
You feel it in your bones
A pulsing current against the stones
A feeling you could never place
But that you have always known
If you find yourself as driftwood
Try and understand
No matter where you’re headed
You’ll always find the land
Well I’m cutting myself some slack
For not holding on to the days that passed
Each perspective is a passing phase
They mount ‘till I get old
But I’ll grow ‘till I die
Lest I die young and could
So tell me why telling time is like pulling teeth
And why the days fly at me like a sword out the sheath
So if my mind is the flame
Then my days they are the flicker
I went down to the river
But it moved so much quicker
You feel it in your bones
A pulsing current against the stones
A feeling you could never place
But that you have always known
If you find yourself as driftwood
You’ve got to understand
No matter where you’re headed
You’ll always find the land
I went down to the river
But it moved so much quicker
I went down to the river
But it moved so much quick
Still waiting for that day that doesn’t make me want some liquor
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Daunted
04:29
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I’ve been losing
In the summertime
The sun it rages
Pulling out last night’s vines
Through a sheen gleaming
And a call for some shade
Amidst some unkept promise
To account for today
Secret to my success?
Well I’ve never been daunted
Declared as another round heads down
To tie on tight
One more night
Of fighting a sun that also rises
And stretches out
From her cosmic highness
So I’m gonna take it or leave it
My eyes, pressed up to the screen
And I’m gonna take it and leave it
Like I’m, living in a dream
And I’m gonna take it or leave it
My eyes, pressed up to the screen
And I’m, gonna take it and leave it
Like I’m, living in a dream
Remember those halcyon days
When the evenings shook
Contemplating the heat death of the universe
Like a happy kid should
Now I’m drinking in the sun
And soaking the shine
There ain’t a bird in the sky
But I’m pretty sure that there is one nearby
Singing softly
To his little bird friends
On how the light
Flutters and bends
So I’m gonna take it or leave it
My eyes, pressed up to the screen
And I’m gonna take it and leave it
Like I’m, living in a dream
And I’m gonna take it or leave it
My eyes, pressed up to the screen
And I’m, gonna take it and leave it
Like I’m, living in a dream
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Chills
03:32
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Now here’s a story you wouldn’t believe
But it’s funny and it’s true and it’s beautiful
And I can’t remember how it goes
Was something missing that should have fulfilled?
Why do these mountains scan as hills?
Why does the sun keep giving me chills?
Work hard, play hard, light yourself on fire
Buckle, settle down
Try not to expire
Like all the best advice it’s simple but it’s hard
Just do good
And keep doing it
Was something missing that should have fulfilled?
Why do these mountains scan as hills?
Why does the sun keep giving me chills?
Light comes bursting in
Filtered through a prism
And I’m tying up both hands
To bundle the optimism
And yeah I know it’s the only energy that’s gaining
But it gets so hard
And I guess that means I’m fading
Tell me why I don’t go around
Feeling love for every thing and one
I wanna be that wavering band of light
Illuminating every body
And waving to the sun
Was something missing that should have fulfilled?
Why do these mountains scan as hills?
Why does the sun keep giving me chills?
Now here’s a story you wouldn’t believe
But it’s funny and it’s true and it’s beautiful
And I can’t remember how it goes
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De-Vision
03:45
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Veni vidi viscous liquid
Dripping from the fountain vicious
Do you wanna
Piranha fodder
You’re no good
I know you’re gonna
Maybe the algae will save us
Data centers erase us
Praying to the algorithms
To un-do this deep de-vision
We were singing to the sound
But how could we have known
It went straight to a server farm in North Des Moines
Long remember the death of songs that we forgot to mourn
Long remember the death of songs that we forgot to mourn
Dying a slow death
In a hotel lobby
Trying vainly to think on something fondly
In my head there’s four walls huddled tight
In a meadow hiding from a gentle light
In the back there’s a stage I can see the picture
Microphone waiting, dripping cosmic scripture
The tubes all humming, crowd comes running
Sweating, swaying, scuffing shoes
Drinking deeply the communion
Searching for something true
We were singing to the sound
But how could we have known
It went straight to a server farm in North Des Moines
Long remember the death of songs that we forgot to mourn
Long remember the death of songs that we forgot to mourn
Complicated and serene I’m breathing deep
Layers pile and topple, remain unseen
Practicing fully a simple act of being
We’ll invent the constellations
And watch them gleam
We’ll remember every song that we have ever known
Singing to the sound and buzzing in the light that’s shown
We’ll remember every song that we have ever known
Singing to the sound and buzzing in the light that’s shown
We’ll remember every song that we have ever known
Singing to the sound and buzzing in the light that’s shown
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Pond
03:05
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I’m a rogue wave in a coy pond
How the hell are you?
I’m bottled lightning brimming
Burning up the fuse
I’m simmering and seeing red
And bleeding in all blues
I’m a rogue wave in a coy pond
How the hell are you?
I’m busting up my head
But I feel brand new
It’s the forest from the trees falling
For all to see
It’s the physical manifestation
Of that which you don’t believe
It’s the perpetual fixing
Of the consistently broke
It’s the gradual unveiling
Of the omnipotents hoax
I’m a rogue wave in a coy pond
How the hell are you?
I’m bottled lightning brimming
Burning up the fuse
I’m simmering and seeing red
And bleeding in all blues
I’m a rogue wave in a coy pond
How the hell are you?
I’m jumping out my head
And I feel brand new
Well I’m feeling pretty zen
Lose my head now and then
I’m a bird out in the light
I’m view that’s out of sight
Of my fading half-hearted better angels
Singing freely in a ragged restless choir
But I feel brand new
I’m a rogue wave in a coy pond
How the hell are you?
I’m bottled lightning brimming
Burning up the fuse
I’m simmering and seeing red
And bleeding in all blues
I’m a rogue wave in a coy pond
How the hell are you?
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10. |
Little Molecule
03:46
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Loneliness is simple
Happiness is hard
Let the sun set on whoever you think you are
Being a part of
And being your own
Are just two sides
Of the same shining coin
It’s a river flowing not a jerking set of frames
It’s that big old soul that we all share
It’s a river flowing not a jerking set of frames
It’s that big old soul that we all share
And take part in its days
Well I may not be that guiding light
But I’ll be that little molecule
Doing my part
To set afire
The radiance we use
Loneliness is simple
Happiness is hard
Let the sun set on whoever you think you are
Being a part of
And being your own
Are just two sides
Of the same shining coin
It’s a river flowing not a jerking set of frames
It’s that big old soul that we all share
It’s a river flowing not a jerking set of frames
It’s that big old soul that we all share
And take part in its days
Well I may not be that guiding light
But I’ll be that little molecule
Doing my part
To set afire
The radiance we use
Well I may not be that guiding light
But I’ll be that little molecule
Doing my part
To set afire
The radiance we use
Well I may not be that guiding light
But I’ll be that little molecule
Doing my part
To set afire
The radiance we use
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Big Fundamental Richmond, Virginia
big fundamental is a rock&roll band from richmond, va
stu | gabe | jono
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