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Five Weeks
04:15
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You told me to hang on for just one moment
I thought you knew me by now
I’m always looking for a reason for you to bring us down
But this time we stuck to a silent treatment
With such a deafening sound
It’s speaking volumes and you wonder where our trust went
Maybe when she gets back into town
We’ll both just laugh at how we treat ourselves
Five weeks in and she’s not backing down
Can you remember when we used to fit into a pattern?
Like giant rings that circle Saturn
Now we’re starring each other down
But she won’t blink and I cringe at what she thinks…
Of me now that we’re five weeks in
Melissa, I’m a fool for you but I can’t let you win
Tomorrow, it’s right back to California
The place you used to call home
But now your Christmas cards are landing in North Carolina
And I’m waiting right by this telephone
Until you show me your hand
I will remain; I will continue to take this hopeless stand
If you’re losing interest tell me now
So I can start to get on with my life
Five weeks in and no one’s backing down
Can you remember when...
My friends tell me to take the higher ground
It’s been five weeks; what am I supposed to say?
I’ve come this far so I’m not backing down
But I still remember when we…
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2. |
Reality Land
04:13
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When i’m tired of playing my staring role
When i’m beat up and defeated and in the hole
Someone else’s problems help my small life feel full
Just a little saner and less disfunctional
My drug of choice is misfortune
Teenage drama and canned laughs
Because everything is good and bad by
How i stack up in the contrast
I’m not too proud, i’m a slave to my tv
Sometimes i like something else thinking for me
I spend enough time in my reality
Why not someone else’s for a change of scenery?
Watching through the cameras incognito
I can pump up my deflated ego
Thinking up a new scenario
I might win in my reality show
I can see the headlines now
Oh, how my would be proud
No more problems to fight
They’d all come out of the woodwork
Probably think i’m a jerk
While we shook those hands
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3. |
Radio Jacket
04:29
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Safely, tucked in bed are the babies
The three year old’s busy playing
Their mommy will soon have a meeting
Waiting, the boy who’s just over three
Wonders what’s under the tree
He hopes it’s an M & M machine
Knock, knock, there’s someone at the door
She’s holding presents for the three boys inside
She’s been here two maybe three times before
But now it seems like she’s been here the whole time; the months just flew by
Auntie Chelle brought a flashback from the 80’s
On Christmas day
A radio jacket to match his Velcro laced Spicolis
She must really know me
The English Beat 3T is the icing
On top of the cake
He’s ghetto blastin’, everlastin’, so relaxed in a two-tone new wave shade
Trusting can’t be taken too lightly
With the one that watches your babies
It’s a big responsibility
Lately, the news is spreading a spell
About a girl we thought we knew well
But at least it’s not our Auntie Chelle
He shakes the box she gave to him
And tears it open to find out what’s inside
A light blue jacket with some dark blue trim
Showered in symbols from a simpler time that used to be mine
But once upon a time there was another girl named Brea
Where has she gone the boy said New Year’s Day
Well mommy sighed and said she moved away
We don’t know if she will return
Because the people say she’s done some awful things that we can’t speak of because you’re too young to learn
These grown up things should not be your concern
Safely, tucked in bed are the babies
The three year old’s busy playing
While mommy returns from her meeting
Ring, ring, I don’t know what to do
Don’t want to say the wrong thing step on my tongue
I think she’s coming to my rescue
I think she’s finally helped me finish this song; it's time to move on
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4. |
Tipping Point
03:05
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Late at night when the world is dreaming
I’m wide awake and contemplating
Waiting for a tipping point
A sign that all these seeds are taking
My eyes are open but I can’t see
Because i’m in my mind taking inventory
Diagrams and thought out plans
Have mapped the course to fame and glory
A nightly specter, a mind infector
Wasting time like I’ll live forever
Give in to the tipping point
I can see it now, hear the voices sing
We’re waiting for a tipping point
When the dominos start falling down
We’re all waiting for a turning point
That will see us through to the higher ground
Closing in as it dissipates
Gone and laughs right in front of my face
Starting over and taking stock
I’m sifting through to the ticking tock
Then I catch a new tiny spark
That grabs a hold of my mind and heart
Spinning round I’m taken by the hand
And delivered through to the promised land
Late at night when the world is dreaming
I’m in my mind where the plans are running
Tipping point, I look to you to give me reasons why
Tipping point, I’ll always love you until the day i die
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5. |
Only Passing Through
04:22
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Spirits passing through a physical world
Is what the menu was serving up today
Two parts hope with a hefty dose of fear
Won’t help me cope or help to siphon out the tears
I’ll send a message across this tiny turning ball of blue
The world is not the same place that I once knew
Pick me up on the radar; I am only passing through
A long goodbye, a string of nice to know you’s
The faith preaching man reached his god reaching hands to heaven
He said just believe and the spirit will be saved
When he got home from righting wrongs and selling seats to great beyonds
He wondered if there were even seats or such a place
I’ll send a message across this tiny turning ball of blue
The world is not the same place that I once knew
Pick me up on the radar, I am only passing through
A long goodbye, a string of nice to know you’s
Come and take me down to water’s edge
Say the magic words and dunk my tired misguided head
Bring the promises, bring the guarantees
Clean the “watcha see is whatcha get” right out of me
Now let’s rally round and send good wishes in
Try to put ourselves where someone else’s feet have been
Trust the boss and his sacrificial right hand man
Know exactly what they’re doing in some master plan
But hard facts and reason are holding on with the craziest glue
That’s truth in my good book I’m only passing through
Are you like me and broken too?
I’ll send a message across this tiny turning ball of blue
The world is not the same place that I once knew
Just a blip on the radar, I am only passing through
A long goodbye, I’m glad I got to know you
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6. |
Old Grey
02:26
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We grow up to be grownups too soon
Then make up ways to relieve our youth
Old Grey, tired and blue, how I’ve walked in your shoes
You were right when you smiled and said if I only knew
One more year gone as soon as it’s here
Birthday cheer feeding our tears for fears
Old grey, tired and blue, am I moving too fast?
This passing déjà vu I’ve tried clinging to never lasts
Old grey, tired and blue, give the cycle its due
From womb to the tomb you will always be tried and true
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7. |
Laser Beams
04:26
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Laser beams in my dreams
Space busting at the seams
How did it happen to be?
Adam and Eve or glorified monkeys
Show me a god that’s guaranteed
Just sandbaggin' along and singin’ this song
About the grind of humanity
Can you hear me? It’s Mr. Nobody
A passing radio frequency
Gonna lift myself up
Send a signal from this pale blue dot
Gonna slam my eyes shut
And shoot through the seams
With laser beams inside my dreams
I am Mr. Nobody, no way, no how a somebody
How did it happen to me?
Every year I grow a little smaller
And blend in with scenery
Just here tumblin’ around some road in my hometown
Torn up, top heavy and tipsy
Starring down some other galaxy
Wondering if they’re starring back at me
Gonna lift myself up
Send a signal from this pale blue dot
Gonna slam my eyes shut
And shoot through the seams
Dreaming of a galaxy on the edge of nowhere
I am Mr. Nobody on a wing and a prayer
Dreaming of a galaxy on the edge of nowhere
Shooting at the Big bang seams, I can see the stitches starting to tear
With laser beams inside my dreams…
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Dream Catcher
04:48
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Dream catcher, hanging from the edge of my mirror
Dream catcher, will you make the monsters disappear?
My father gave me a gift that i never wanted
Night terrors, handed down to me in a dream that’s haunted
Nights are falling faster
Having trouble shaking all this gloom and doom
I’m a walking disaster
Nothing but an empty tank of drops and fumes
I’m only five years old
Haven’t lived enough to have my life unfold
Dream catcher, what inside of me are the monsters after?
Give me what i need
Ring around the spider web, plant your seed
Slide on down the feathered thread
Kiss my sleepy head
Dream catcher, hanging from my mirror, they say keep you near to scare them away
Dream catcher, my nights are filled with terror, it’s a deadly fear that i cannot explain
Help me fight, dream catcher, together we’ll face the demons i can’t shake when i go to this place
Say goodnight, dream catcher, whenever i crash, tell me why my dreams are too scary to catch
Starring through the window
You were hanging from a rack on the top row sparkling in the Arizona sun glow
You picked me up when i was at my lowest low
So the story said, “hang it like a beacon by a sleepy head”
“Faithful leaps beneath these wings will end in pleasant dreams”
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9. |
Bellowing The Blather
03:36
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Down under the muck
There’s something in my gut
That thing that keeps me movin’
That thing that keeps me stuck
Under it all
A place I like to call
On when the garbage piles up
Too many and too tall, I wonder…
Why I even bother
To play this here guitar
But then sometimes I ponder
Who, what, why, when we are
Back to the grind
Intrinsically divine
If monkey’s on my mind won’t quit
I’ll make up shit and sing
Sing out your pain to me
Gently, we’re heading down the stream
Hear the demons bellowing
Remember, life is but a dream
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10. |
No Hovering
05:36
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I walked down to the parking structure
The end was close at hand
As I searched patiently my car was now in site
The next ten minutes would provide me
With something I would not understand
But that something would change my life
A sign jumped out; it looked at me
I stared it down and made up my own deduction
Of some illustrated rule
Some men claim to walk on water
But this man floats on top of his motorcycle
And I’m guessing that’s not cool
No hovering above motorcycles
That’s what the sign said to me
You can call me sarcastic
But I just don’t get it
Now tell me what in the world does it mean?
I ran that concept back through my head
And thought to myself that maybe instead
The crux is nothing more, it was in fact...
There’s no walking, there’s no riding
Or there’s no way you’ll be surviving
But that man kept his floating well intact
So I took a look around and grabbed some friends of mine; I dragged them down
Delivering the news I cracked a smile and bragged of what I’d found
They said you can’t be taking warning signs like this too lightly
I said it’s just a joke, what’s wrong with you, you must be crazy
My sanity is kept by welcoming absurdity
You can’t take that away from me
I left the scene; I wiped my mind clean
I jotted down four words that captured
The feeling that to this day sets me free
Some men walk with no denial
But this man chooses to float on his motorcycle
And that’s more than fine by me
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Quasi Recordings is a teeny tiny record label and music collective tucked in the Jewel of the Hills.
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