1. |
Shapes
03:08
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I saw sad shapes inside your laugh
And tried to catch them
Carefully inside my hands
I saw you pooling
Pictures in your skin
To slow your nerves up
I tried to gather words up
© Cross all your fibers
Shyly pulling hairs
Weaving new instructions
To form little breaths
And watch them grow
Roots are reaching down
Into something you can almost hold
Slowly building fragile castles
Seeing mountains stand around you
We are small
And they are staring, glaring
Born to crawl
And learned to run
Legs become hot air balloons
To carry us
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2. |
Magic Tapes
03:13
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Do your remember
When the floodwaters surprised
Us and after that I knew
We’d never erase their lines
From our walls
I still remember
Every time you saw those ghosts
Of all your dead male relatives
Dressing up
In my clothes
© Magic Tapes in this apartment
Magnetic frequencies
We breathe
Planning on a plan to get us out of here
Flipping over to Side B
Living, floating on our dreams
They said the world is over
I guess we all died
I’m so excited at that thought
So excited to say goodbye
If I could leave this planet
And travel through space and time
I’d give my best dresses to your relatives
So they could live
How they want to live
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3. |
Hiding Place
03:23
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Invisible chemicals
Are making spirits in my brain
Hold up static picture frames
Of all the things I can’t explain
© But if everything was perfect
Then we wouldn’t have a reason to explore
Sometimes I wish no one could see me
I would float above my head and observe
Feeling nervous, feeling anxious
Feeling totally lame
As their tiny fingers point out
All the reasons why I’ll never feel the same
Hearing haunting laughter
Awkwardly in place
Hearing haunting laughter
With a smile on my face
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4. |
Hey Mom
02:50
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I'm calm now
It doesn't mean that I'm bummed out
I've learned to overcome my trembling
Well enough to function here
Tucked away my cynicism
Sometimes I find it
I prefer the places
Where the novels still have paper pages
Where everything is a bit peculiar
Because everything is real
And no one's telling you how to feel
Saying, "Don't be sad"
©"Dear You-
You've got plenty of time"
That's such a lie
Oh how I wish I had cellophane eyes
So you could see the sparkles
In my mind
Hey Mom-
Am I still dreaming?
I can't believe that I'm leaving!
Shy, nervous, something else
I don't care
Sitting in your living room like children
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5. |
Adventures
02:15
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Let’s go exploring
See what we can find
Make our own adventures
It doesn’t matter if that means
We’re going thrifting
Or hiking through the woods
If we took the month off
We’d leave this town for good
© This is what we’ve waited for
How could I ask for more?
Let’s keep doing this until we’re cracked and old
And promise one another we’ll stay gold
Let’s build a cabin
And grow a garden
And invite our friends over
For weekly potluck dinners
I’ll make some pizza sauce
You can make the dough
And I’ll arrange the toppings
In cute little rows
Let’s have a sing-along
Scream all our favorite songs
And forget about how our lungs hurt
From being happy
Let’s have shows in the basement
And even through the sweat
We’ll realize
That everything is perfect
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6. |
Sweaters
02:50
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Wide eyes
Rolling in
The back of
My head again
On a year-long journey
To discover who we are
A smile
Crawled across your face
Drawn on with makeup
So its been erased
I hope it comes back
We’ll make it stay forever
© Just when I’d think
That things couldn’t get much better
We’d spend a day at the park
In our favorite cable-knit sweaters
Alone I
Used to get so scared because
I felt so
Completely unprepared
I’m afraid to admit that
Because it might be true
I know that
We’ve all felt this way
So let’s lock it up outside ourselves
And run as far away as we can
Tightly tethered to our dreams
© Just when I’d think
That things couldn’t get much better
We’d spend a day at the park
In our favorite cable-knit sweaters
And we will sing,
“Whoa…WHOA!”
And finally see
That everything can be beautiful
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7. |
Feathers
03:52
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Feathers fell out of my mouth
Nothing to hold them together
No tether to help them out
Sick of waiting
For braver wings to sprout
Choosing the wind to push them
Separately about, alone, around
© Small and silent specters sneak into my bones
Telling me to settle down and call them home
Papers tearing
The sweetest sound
Something new to make us move
Once we’re in motion
We can’t slow down
Rewrote this chapter
A better second time around
Strange
Amazed at what we’ve found here
© Small and silent specters sneak into my bones
Telling me to settle down and call them home
Whispers shake my ears I might just be afraid
Of anything that has potential to be great
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8. |
Indiana
03:27
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I was singing in the sunlight
From the tallest rock that I could see
Watching all the busy bees below
When I’m up there in the trees
Just the little ants and me
I feel safer on the outside
That in this wooden structure we call home
© If we have a home
At least that’s something
We can change
Because we have something to leave
So we tiptoe quiet
Softly, violent
And we’ll scatter
Fragments of our minds
Over every empty state
So I hatch some kind of plan
Where I try to grab your hands
In a desperate but excited kind of way
And I tell you that its time
And your eyes run right through mine
And we’re on the same page
How is this our home?
I wish we weren’t born into this
But I guess it could be worse
And we might actually
Be the lucky ones
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9. |
Mystery Park
02:48
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I don’t want to survive
Anymore
It would be pretty nice to really feel
Alive
When we leave this place
Let’s fix up all our broken bikes
And ride into outer space
© And we’ll gaze into the backpacks
Of our ever-present souls
We’ll find something to lose
But we’ll keep something to hold
Closer to our hearts
As their mechanics putter on
Like mystical dirigibles
Floating past at dawn
I want to believe
That people aren’t so bad
That everyone is capable
Of amazing things
So we can look down on this tiny world
And feel it hurt to say goodbye
So I can honestly admit
I want to stay alive
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10. |
Witching Hour
01:46
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I tried
Catching Monsters with a butterfly net
Peeling sticks to cast some spells
On everyone we met
Leaving the land of the girl who sang
About Nicolas Cage
Jumping in our little car
And making our escape
©Our hearts aren't quite as small as we sometimes pretend
What we understand
Are the floating ghosts
In our coffee cups
And how to believe that they exist
Always catching eyes of strangers
Who look just like our friends
Shape-shifting aliens
Who've figured out our plans
To all the friends near and far
And the ones we've yet to meet-
You'll always be the Mulder
To my Dana Scully
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