1. |
Chrysanthemum
03:44
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You'd plant a seed in my mouth
Deep rooted, Pain had knocked me out
Severed soul, circus act
battered ourselves. can't retract
then it blooms
chrysanthemum
can't remove
what's been done
This illusion wrecked through my head
It's time I (be) thru with it
When you seek rude attention
Words & insults : no need to mention that you'd
declare
half facts
and you act on
bad acts
And I'm sick of singing all about that
you get what you want
and you know how to taunt
lost my face on this
must replace with
With the blooms
chrysanthemum
can't remove
what's been done
Roots will loosen, when you're ready to lose them
Roots will loosen, when you're ready to let them go
so let it go
let it go
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2. |
Hearing For
02:38
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Things we had were fine
Never felt more perfect
Repeatedly
You turn and flee
Cautiously deserting
I wonder
What comes a problem
Living in the past
I’m here and now
You’re there in doubt
Hearing for a clue, void of past
How’s this to last
I know you have battles goin’ on
I want to help you fight through every one
Yeah, its true. I’m scared as you
But I want to help you make it through
Everything was goin’ fine
Never felt more perfect
Repeatedly
You turn and flee
Irrationally. Without me
I wonder
What comes a problem
Living in the past
I’m here and now
You’re there in doubt
Hearing for a clue , void your past
How’s this to last
If you’d see
How much this means to me
Wouldn’t be so shaken up
It’s all up to you
No matter what you do
I can’t be ashamed if you
Dole out the pink slips
If you don’t have the patience for
Seeing through the slighted fear of past
I’ll get by . Hoping that you’d try
Try to make it. make it by my side
What comes a problem
Living in the past
I’m here and now
You’re there in doubt
Hearing for a clue , void your past
How’s this to last
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3. |
Deep Pocket
03:45
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Settle down
for the lemon squalls are
healing hearts this time
I leave up to no one
and you just leave
for a better life
hope you find your picket fences
Safer from the squalls
Same for my second chances
They were wrong
Holding down
In deep pockets, I seek
rain to flush away
sour soil and volumes
of whats gone wrong
Even though,
You break off, while we make
Called it
heartfelt song
Mirrors what remains
and you broke it
for the reasons why
not begone
the rise and fall, was all along
another one, cut me off
and that's all
I called to say goodbye
good bye
Settle down
for the lemon squalls are
healing hearts this time
I'll leave up to no one
for a better life
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4. |
Foley
02:18
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Don't play pretend
I haven't cauterized the past tense
'cause in the end
I bleed away the abscess
what your counterfeiting
what your erasing for foley
you can't remake
all did back is history
disposable emotion
you listing lies are dried up
Go, blackballing
the ones who loved you despite of
you cowering in shame of
discourse misled off of regrets
this sophomore trail drawing
you boast as if you had the knowledge
It's a hole you dug in our sides
maybe you just needed the bed rest.
what your counterfeiting
what your erasing for foley
you can't remake
all did back is history
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5. |
Cypress
02:20
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Arms are twisted
Been learning to take in
Salt winds have been
Beating me down in my head
Like the cypress
Adapts to the placement
Gets through the night
Been blasted out. So cold
This sobering pain gets old
No sense self deceiving
Best I start believe in me
Fuck insecurities
I know I can purely be
Right. Repair the bent limb
Live in now / time to live
Sometimes you
can’t make what you make up
Sometimes you
can break through the shell and give up
Best that I
start trying to break us
Or lose it all.
Been blasted out. So cold
This sobering pain gets old
No sense self deceiving
Best I start believe in me
Fuck insecurities
I know I can purely be
Right. Repair the bent limb
Live in now / time to live
I’ve warped myself
Away from the lines
I’ve dreamt
Now rebuild
Adapt to the form
I’m dealt
Battered and
Bloodshot eyes
Still regal and
Full of life
Scents stronger than
That of death
It’s not like there’s nothing left.
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6. |
Origami
02:14
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They come to town – breaking down
All the walls in the city falls in on itself
For the profits or demands
While all the neighbors on the land get the bad end sale
Don’t you come to our home and then
Make it your own
Its no sale (no sale)
Petty profits don't pay
These paper tigers Fake origami places Buying out the town Making us a circus. So say
What you say is
You can’t see it from my house
Derail
The system gets bought out, we sank to the bottom
What you bring up
Smoke, mirrors, and façade
The Tell Tale
truly Bleeds out. yet we’ll see through the battle
We see through deceit and lies
As they devise and they’re ripping the buildings down
Selling business and a paper crown
No sale No Sale No Sale No Sale
They’re using opinions as
Misleading science facts
Evade the laws as passed
Leaving all residents repressed
Pushing elbows in this town won't last
Flush the wake out of this staff , those (are) dishonest.
What you say is
You can’t see it from my house
We bewail.
To let you reside . Watch you sink to the bottom.
What you bring up
Smoke, mirrors, and façade
The TellTale truly Bleeds out. And we’ll see through the battle
We will stand up and will see through the battle
We see through deceit and lies
As they devise and they’re ripping the buildings down
Selling business and a paper crown
It's no sale. No Sale
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Burl St. Augustine, Florida
Dave Lowther - Drums
Alan Mills - Guitar / Vocals
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