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Dye Front
03:34
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Cut from the same cloth
You know it
Now that your dye’s run out
I see your face in every sundown, glowing
Cut from the same cloth
I know it
Now that your dye’s run out
I see your face in every sundown, fading
Dye front flows
Won’t you follow?
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Conjuring
04:23
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Days on end:
Every moment in one bound in fate
Every thought a grip on your string, but
No act of conjuring
Will make you appear again
I quake in your absence
Drop my obligations and
Pick up the last of your Afghan seeds
Goldenrod wreaths and wildcat shrieks
We lock our knees and faint in the heat,
Recoil in the wake, and feign a stable footing
To sink down into your car flip schemes
With Pennyrile skies
And final goodbyes
I’ll shut my eyes and break with the line
Death, I’ve found your sting
It flows through us all
Replacing everything
Lie in place
Call my name
I’d be first in line just to see your face
Pace through a memory
Latching onto everything
I know that keeps it flooding back
Alopecia thin and
Punchline grins
I’ll sink back in this sermon skin
I sink back in
Death, I’ve found your sting
It flows through us all
Replacing everything
Lie in place
Call my name
I’d be first in line just to see your face
Days on end:
Every moment in one bound in fate
Every thought a grip on your string, but
No act of conjuring
Will make you appear again
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Sycamore Tree
05:52
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Just how high in that sycamore tree
Will I have to climb to see?
Branch by branch an attempt to accept
Or just to make a scene?
When cicadas poke up from underground
Will I even hear a sound?
Up on high, I’m preoccupied
Who’s gonna pull me back down to the ground?
You were water spilled out
That we couldn’t save
I held out my hands as you fell away
You were water spilled out
That we couldn’t save
You were water spilled out
That we couldn’t save
So I’ll save our plans for another day
You were water spilled out
That we couldn’t save
Til you come back down with the pouring rain
Stuck dead in the tracks down in Brooks,
Warehouses and winding roads,
Bedroom town for the cold, poor, and alone
So much for a home, I don’t wanna know.
Pour it out on the children in the street
My brothers and I gather around, but no one speaks
What’s my connection to this now?
One less tie to bring me back
Strain my eyes for a chance to see
Rose lens, heaven bent, progression to the past tense
What’s my excuse for anything now?
So dense, sixth sense, precognition in the aftermath
You were water spilled out
That we couldn’t save
I held out my hands as you fell away
You were water spilled out
That we couldn’t save
You were water spilled out
That we couldn’t save
So I’ll save our plans for another day
You were water spilled out
That we couldn’t save
Til you come back down with the pouring rain
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Conniption
03:31
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I grit my teeth every night when I sleep
Put your ear to the wall, you might think it’s some sort of conniption
It’s news to me
That we keep ourselves so pristine and so orderly
I’ve been on my feet, it’s not stable to be
So fixed, so immobile, so cautious of everything
It’s plain to me
I'm too focused on everything, can’t stop to make a change
You say you think you're better off
Spread thin over everything?
You pour out your diligence and stare at the ceiling
I keep my eyes straight at all times
I’m not trying to go blind, but I’m so tired of walking upright
I’m so scared I might
Pull you down to the floor, it’s not keeping my conscience clean
You say you think you're better off
Spread thin over everything?
You pour out your diligence and stare at the ceiling
Don’t say you think it’s better off
Spread thin over everything
You’ll pour out your diligence and stare at the ceiling
Hold myself up for everyone to see
Hiding outright nods to vanity
I’ll wash my face of insecurity
But with it goes my dignity
You’ve seen all my plans, revised and reordered
Re-tracking my steps instead of starting over
It’s plain to me
I’m too set in my ways, it’s too late for a change
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Permanent
03:39
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I’m set and stuck in my ways
Writing myself in every new page
Pull me out of the ink, I think I’m making sense
Dig me out of this rut, I’m scared it’s permanent
Can’t let my old self down
Can’t pretend I’m any less stable now
I’m knocking my condition
Digit-cracking superstition
Don’t think I’ll ever sort me out
Can’t pretend I’m any more stoic now
Immersed in my contrition
Letting loose tears on our basement floor
Crying for the way things were before
How many days can I waste?
Hiding myself away and refuse to face
Extremes and honesty. Numb to responsibility.
I can’t move on, I’m scared it’s permanent
I’m scared it’s permanent
Feet held still
By what I do
While you run free
I’m bound to routine
My mind let loose
By what I choose
While you’re set free
I know I can’t let my old self down
Can’t pretend I’m any less stable now
I’m knocking my condition
Digit-cracking superstition
Don’t think I’ll ever sort me out
Can’t pretend I’m any more stoic now
Immersed in my contrition
Letting loose tears on our basement floor
Crying for the way things were before
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6. |
Limbs as Pages (Pt. 2)
03:39
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My body’s not worth its weight in gold
Just give me 50 years, we’ll see how it goes
Habit and function lead slow up the hill
With a quick drop down once I get my fill
How quickly can I rush on by?
I can’t run in a straight line with this speck in my eye
But I’m use to it, and this familiar lens,
Have I faded with every sin?
I’m picking up speed now
Days to weeks and years
I’m holding on to day light
When I could see clear
You’re lying on the pavement
I’m choking on air
We’re holding on to lost life
And dying for it all to be right
I tear out single pages from your books
On the shelf for years, it’s time to go
Has every word written on our limbs
Made up for ignorance? Or just blend us in?
Have I faded with every sin?
I’m picking up speed now
Days to weeks and years
I’m holding on to day light
When I could see clear
You’re lying on the pavement
And choking on air
We’re holding on to lost life
And dying for it all
I’m losing my grip now
Not steady for long
I’m holding on to day light
When I could see clear
I’m lying on the pavement
And choking on air
We’re holding on to our lives
And dying for it all to be right
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7. |
Every Morning
01:42
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Every morning,
Before we take it all in
Every morning,
Helping me set it all right
Every morning
Cracking joints, mumbling words
Every morning,
Beginning again
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8. |
What's Left of Life?
04:03
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What’s left of life--
To be selfish in pain and held back in May?
I know I’m resistant to change and accepting of blame
Alone on that floor, were you breathing?
But where are you now without that breath in your lungs?
I’ll stick to my sackcloth and ash
Won’t take down my harp and sing
I keep dragging my feet, ignoring all of the things that are right
I’ll stick to my slingshot and stones
I’ll aim for the sky, let it all fall back to me
Like piercing, recycling rain to refill my wells with blame
What’s next in life?
I’ve been waiting for everyone to curl up and fade away
Spent this whole last year with no expectations or plans guiding my way
Were you watching?
But where am I now without you guiding my way?
What’s left of life?
Keep my heart in line
Keep my plans in check
Keep my love alive
Keep you on my mind
I’ll stick to my sackcloth and ash
Won’t take down my harp and sing
I keep dragging my feet, ignoring all of the things that are right
I’ll stick to my slingshot and stones
I’ll aim for the sky, let it all fall back to me
Like piercing, recycling rain to refill my wells with blame
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9. |
Follow
03:07
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Reached out for the first time last night
Like old art on a wall, I’d forgotten it all
The dye front flows.
Think I’m where I should be right now
Neither here nor there, a little pause is fair
The dye front flows.
But should I follow it to the same end?
What choice do I have?
Every effort to right the offset sum of hours ignored with acknowledged want
I didn’t see you die so I can pretend
That body was a fake and now it’s sleeping in
And walking in the dark, I’m dragging behind
I curse the Hands of Time and Finger writing on the wall
What hands gripped your heart and fingers plugged up your veins
What face looked on yours, what nefarious name?
What hands have turned me backwards and covered my eyes?
The colors bleed, I want to set it all right
Dye front flows, won’t you follow?
Back out on my rounds for the first time
Can finally see straight, my voice won’t shake
The dye front flows.
Should I settle into normal by now?
One step at a time, but it all might be fine.
The dye front flows.
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10. |
Shade of Gray (Demo)
04:28
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Dye Front (Demo)
03:29
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Conniption (Demo)
03:13
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Conjuring (Demo)
04:57
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Permanent (Demo)
03:47
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Sycamore Tree (Demo)
04:39
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Khamsin Nashville, Tennessee
A digit-cracking superstition, lying on the pavement, sticking to our slingshots and stones.
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