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Sinktank
04:57
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What you do to yourself
Who does it help?
Drown in a river of fireflies
barking up your fortress
Found a superior life form
growing under my nest
Listen, there’s something inside crying
I’m here, you’re here
Let’s just sink
No fear, my dear
Let’s just think
You think about the the town where they tried to find us
You hiccup on the nights when when you’d hide in a house, but
I’m in a cold case of my pride
Set me aside
Hide
A shell of a bold faced lie
You set me aside
Hide
You smile wide
Hide
You’re blooming your face on top
You’re blooming your face on top
Knock on my frame
We’ll play a shame game
What’d you do to yourself?
Neuter yourself
Drown in a river of fireflies
barking up your fortress
Found a superior life form
It was growing on the side of the might of my house
Listen to me, there’s someone inside crying
I’m here, you’re here
Let’s just sink
No fear, my dear
Let’s just sink
You sink above the mine walls they tried to climb up
You hiccup on the sidewinding fight for a buck, but
I’m in a cold case of my pride
Set me aside
Hide
Shell of a bold faced lie
You set me aside
Hide
You smile wide
Hide
You’re blooming your face on top
You’re blooming your face on top
Your liberty face on top
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2. |
Wyoming Sky
04:07
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Cover your mouth, you’re bound to find me out
See, you’ve been coming and going
Trouble unwound, they’re bound to find me out
Me, you’ve been loving and loathing
See where you’re going
Say where you’re flowing
See where you’re going
Stay with it, sew me up tight
The camel through the eye
I chase this hard
night glowing white
She’s a stasis-starved
Wyoming sky
By the by
See, you’ve been coming and going
Me, you’ve been loving and loathing
See where you’re going
Stay with it, sew me up tight
The camel through eye
I chase this hard
night glowing white
She’s a stasis-starved
Wyoming Sky
Breathe in the bottle where you cut me down
I only forget to face right
Breathe in the bottle where you cut me down
I only folded the face right this time around
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3. |
Where You Are
04:32
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You reach me
Float in the freeze
Come out to meet the cage
That’s where you frown
That’s where you bake
The knock is on
That’s where you been
not where you are
If you can make it a day or a week
ankle deep in a memory leak
Keep your left-hander out of the mud
The wreckage of ejection is a salary cut
Through to make it a day or a week
If you can blacken an evergreen leaf
You can break out
If we depend on the brothers we cage
to skim the top off an hourly wage
We can break out
Oh no, you’re wasting your time
Stop it
Get back inside before
blue resembles a knock on the door
Oh no, they’re back in the sky
Fast asleep
You’re not on my minesweeper board
A song to pick off the gallows’ bird again
In the shadow of a wood
lay your claim
Into the shape of a wood
chamber frame
Collateral lends a hand
to those who wait
To poke around in the sand
neighbor’s plate
In the shadow of a wood
lay your claim
Into the shape of a wood
chamber frame
Now, be honest with yourself
and peel back
Whatever’s left of your health
still intact
In the shadow of a wood
Shadow of a wood
Float in the freeze
Come out to meet the cage
That’s where you frown
That’s where you bake
The knock is on
That’s where you been
not where you are
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4. |
Ess
05:18
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You light my way up
Choose, caught in the mock
Why don’t we chalk it all up to a lynch
mob lying low in the mix
My mystery design,
round that corner
Shove front to back
Who leaves the light on at night?
Who speaks for you,
who decides?
Right off the cuff
Downtown where I sat up and listened
The stronger man up there says the horizon’s on the right
But he’s got a track record of blinding these very eyes
You sleep in
You step out
You’re growing too fast
You’re still gone
You’re stuck on
You’re stuck on
You’re stuck on
Deep in the woods
A child is stuck in the fire
I’ve been stuck in the ice
Tough game on the line from the nosebleed seats
You’d roll the dice on some sound I can see
You broke into my house
May as well say hi
Please get up
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5. |
Treehouse
03:41
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Shotgun side
Ride a horsehide comet
No matter how vertical the heat
I took my time
Left out too long
Unraveling a well man’s roots
Typewrite, like a gadfly render
Pages of language incomplete
I spent my nights on I-5 benders
Rattling a dear friend looser than me
Came despite the real me
Came to bite the concrete
Came to separate mid-blink
Crash my treehouse
I’ve been living here far too long
With a black lung
And your future is ejecting me
Pine tar scars
Shards of corked up lumber
Spelling my strikeouts with uppercase Ks
I wasted days in starving thunder
Falling for a top-shelf dream of a dream
Came despite the real me
Came to bite the concrete
Came to separate mid-blink
Crash my treehouse
I’ve been living here far too long
With a black lung
And your future is ejecting me
Drained my frame in fast tears
Chained you hear to keep you near
Rained for years and years and years
Crash my treehouse
I’ve been living here far too long
With a black lung
And your future is expecting me
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6. |
Middle
03:11
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Come and shine in the middle of it
Come and shine in the middle of it
Turn this tape over
It’s time to rethink
Though he sides with the beggar and thief
We still got a recurring soaking
sickening silence
It’s hard to unsee
Yeah, that’s rough
But don’t you just complain
Make your way
into the garden
It’s where I am silent
Yeah, but on a Saturday
You may brush off your shoulder to find
life hasn’t started
It’s where the coast is clear
It’s where I am silent
Come and shine in the middle of it
Hey, we made it to the middle of it
Stay with me just a few more listenings
Come and shine in the middle of it
All this time you’ve been cheering
I've been waiting to meet you
Welcome to Side B
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7. |
Screentime
07:28
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I’d hike south to the fork in the mouth
Release my form to your walking routes
The waste is boiled down to angry shouts
You rock into rolling eyes
Luck is a lonely life vest
Warm night ahead
Get settled
If you misfire on the rhyme
I can save your spot in line
You come near
You come near
You come near
But high above
Under us
Screentime
Screentime
No (x15)
Not for me
It’s not for us at all
I can’t be tracked here, right?
We may rewind the tape too long
Your sound is weak where your picture’s strong
Big day
Get ready
You come near
You come near
You come near
You come near
High above
Wind up and arrive
Wind up and arrive
Hey, you head out on the freeway
I feel you looking down now
Hey, I hope you really know
I’m proud of you, man
You wound up on the wrong street
They got you on the backbeat
But hey, it’s for the better good
Make it worth my hard-earned time
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8. |
Casual Things
05:41
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Light up and decorate the gloom
Cry too soon
Across the way the mollusk cracked
Between two roots of maple sap
Kick up the sand, roll back the tomb
Spent and spilt
Dollar bins your brothers built
Apartments still lit up with guilt
And hollow jungle rain
Creeping seagulls, upper class
Fried up, filleted and burned
Who knew I would not cure the lasso?
Casual things
are harder than you’d believe, man
Casual things
are farther than you’d be reaching
A rule of thumb:
There’s only one sound of doubt
Once tomorrow bottoms out
It’s too late now to change your route
You told me there were only two
Shades of sin
The kind of moon that blinds you when
The farm burns down and the gates fold in(sipid)
Solid knowledge on the white sun
Beleaguered from the start
Pricing defenses off the charts
(Casual things)
(Casual things)
Casual things
are harder than you’d believe, man
Casual things
you buried under cabin fever, friend
If it’s the good way
Why soul I wait?
Missing Sunday
To lick the dust mites off the shallow side of the cage
Running over the rules of a race that you staged
Walking lunges in place till you can’t see his face
Till you fake death
Light up and decorate the room
Sigh too soon
Watch the way the mollusk cracks
Between two roots of maple sap
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9. |
Spin Cycle
06:16
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Wrong side, senator
Long time centered on the boxspring’s eye
Untethered your knot
No better on the boxspring’s eye
I’m bound to hop overboard
Bend a mechanical cord
You bury your reaction to find
Time on your side
You’re frying your mind
You’re better alone in this spin cycle
Flying my kite
Send over what you tolerate
Look out for I’m lilac
Good side, will you step back?
Only when the best pitch of the summer
kicks up a sand cloud
Only when the richest among us
sharpen arrows
Strong and ambitious guy until it sucks
Minding my doubts
Changing my mind
Hard to be fixed to a side
Pardon the rough
You’re chasing them off
Hard to be fixed and untucked
I’m already gone
I’m already gone
Recharge the setting sun
I’m already gone
I want to know, will it last?
You want to go back to class
Don’t walk on my welcome mat
Recover enough just to hover on the boxspring’s eye
Be friendly, it’s a pleasing window
And after the straight and narrow, he’ll run
A barely belligerent eye
Why don’t we take
a break for a week
You don’t need to run
or walk or crawl
You just need to be
on your feet for me
I’m saving up my sympathies
I’m saving them up
Read over the script
Just to recharge your batteries
that die when you’re wrong
You got to move on
Told you I’m already gone
Recharge the setting sun
But when I drink from your cup
Just to see you dry up
I’m still prey
I still pray daily to you
Looking like a labor strike
I’m still prey
I still pray daily to you, Standby
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10. |
Batter's Box
03:59
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I’m in line for the batter’s box
Making my mind underneath the suck
Spiral and chain coming out of the page
What’s another ruck?
What’s another ruck?
I’m in line for the batter’s box
Faking my fame underneath the suck
Hiring a mind through the jamming doors
What’s another course?
What’s another course?
I’m in line for the batter’s box
Making my pace under evening stock
Bargaining hard with a sounding board
What can I afford?
What’s another course?
When you come knocking
I’ll let you in the rocking
Leave your star
Halfway to me
Last place you look is up.
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Josh Celli Seattle, Washington
Songwriter from the Seattle/Tacoma area. Keeps fingernails at fingerpicking length. Loves baseball.
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